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In one steady motion, I dipped down and scooped her up in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her toward the bed. My mouth found hers—ready and eager. My tongue slipped between her lips and pressed against hers. I could feel my pulse starting to speed. When I sat her down on the edge of the bed and she removed the cover up she was wearing, I knew exactly where my heart was pumping blood to. My cock was threatening to free itself from the shorts I was wearing.

“I cannot wait to take that off of you,” I said referring to her bikini. I was going to thoroughly enjoy pulling at the strings that had teased me all day. I tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor before I moved back to kiss her. Deftly, my fingers worked the tie on her suit free and her top fell between us. I moved a hand to one of her tits and used the other to balance myself as I urged her to lay back onto the bed.

I kissed my way down her neck and chest before taking one of her pert nipples in my mouth. Gently, I rolled and plucked at it with my lips and teeth until it was firm and her tits were heaving in my hands.

“Everything you do feels amazing,” she said as arched her back. I lavished the other nipple with the same treatment. Her quiet moans started to get louder as I slipped two fingers inside of the tiny swimsuit bottom she was wearing and through her warm, slick center.

“You're so ready for me,” I said, kissing my way down her body. The muscles of her tight stomach quivered when I trailed my tongue around her belly button to hipbones. I untied her bottoms and pulled them from her body. Each and every inch of her was laid out in front of me and I couldn't get enough. I'd never get enough. She was beautiful and sexy and yearning for my touch.

“Always.”

Positioning myself between her legs, I dragged my tongue through her center. The taste of her was intoxicating. I licked her again and worked my fingers inside of her until she was writhing and begging me for more. The tight walls of her pussy contracted around my fingers and I knew she was close. I flicked my tongue against her clit and the sweet taste of her orgasm on my tongue had my cock throbbing. Her hands were in my hair as her hips rose off the bed and she cried out. I drew it out of her as long as I could, but I needed to be inside of her.

I pulled myself from her body just long enough to stand and remove my shorts. As I crawled up onto the bed I let my hands roam up her long, toned legs to the curves of her hips and around the swells of her breasts. As soon as I was face to face with her she grabbed my face and pulled my lips to hers. She nipped and sucked at my bottom lip with her teeth which only added to the frenzy that was bubbling inside of me. We'd had a short conversation about safe sex and I couldn't have been happier when she told me she was covered as far as pregnancy was concerned. The last thing we needed was a surprise like Brett and Georgia. And we were both STD free so that was a plus. We had enough things trying to get between us and knowing that we could be together sexually without any barriers was one less thing to worry about.

“I taste good on your lips,” she said, nearly causing me to blow my load on the spot. Who was this girl? I loved the way she didn't hold back with me. I loved that she knew exactly when to let me take control and when to push me.

“You do,” I said with a smile as I pressed my lips back to hers. With my arms on each side of her face and my body hovering above hers, I slowly pushed myself inside of her. The heat of her pussy invited me in and teased my willpower and self-control. I wanted to thrust into her and take what I wanted, but seeing her face and watching exactly how much she was enjoying the feel of me inside of her, I couldn't. I wanted to please her. I wanted to give her exactly what she wanted. I wanted to give her... everything.

I took my time, swirling and rocking my hips in a slow, steady rhythm until she was begging me to move faster. Her hands splayed out across my back as she lifted her hips to meet me mid thrust. Her body started to shake as her head fell back. My name tore from her lips and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed my hips forward and felt myself come right along with her.

“Omigod, Hoyt.” Her breathing settled as she fell limp beneath my body with a satiated smile on her face.

“Omigod is right,” I said before kissing her lips once more. I pulled myself from inside of her. “That was—”

“Unreal.”

“Exactly.” I chuckled as I tugged the sheets up around us and pulled her into my arms. She kissed my chest as she nuzzled herself up against me. I held onto her and felt her breathing slow until she was sound asleep. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I wanted to enjoy the way I felt in that moment. It was the moment I knew that there was absolutely no going back with her. This was it. She was it for me. That future I never imagined myself having was now sleeping in my arms.

Chapter 28 – Chayse

O
ur vacation seemed to pass in a blur. A blur of surf, sand, and sex. Of drinks on the beach, kisses in the moonlight, and lazy days of lying in bed together. It was exactly what we needed. Time alone. Time with friends. Time away from motocross and the pressures that we knew were waiting for us back at home. I hated that we had to go back. I hated that in twenty-four hours we would be back in Texas and unable to be together the way we were on this trip.

There was no pressure here. No pressure to win. No pressure to impress. No pressure to be what Throttled wanted us to be. We were just us and it was incredible. We'd talked and laughed and gotten to know each other in the most intimate ways. This trip had solidified everything for me. Everything that it probably shouldn't have. My feelings for him were stronger than I thought possible, which is exactly why I was dreading having to hide the way I felt about him.

I'd miss him kissing me when he walked away. I'd miss him placing his hand on the small of my back after he opened a door for me. I'd miss being able to roll over in bed and wake him up whenever I wanted. All of that was going to have to stop. All of that was stuff that normal couples did and we were not a normal couple. At least not for another eight months. As grateful as I was for my contract with Throttled, I could not wait for the son of a bitch to expire.

“Whatcha doing?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind when I found him sitting on the small porch of our cottage staring at his laptop. I kissed his cheek and he brought his hand up to my arm. He was wearing a pair of board shorts and t-shirt—the same thing he'd worn all week—only today he had on his dark rimmed glasses. Every notion I'd had about him looking like a nerd or reminding me of my high school English teacher were gone. Those thoughts were lies that I'd told myself to keep from falling for him. So much for that working. The only thoughts I had now were how incredibly hot he looked in them. Like a sexy professor. A sexy professor I wanted to seduce for extra credit.

“Trying to work, but mostly thinking about moving here,” he said, closing his computer and setting it on the small table next to him. “Just starting a life here with you and saying to hell with everything back home.”

“We could sell seashells,” I added to the hypothetical life he was laying out. “Just run away from it all and be beach bums.”

“Yep,” he said, tugging me onto his lap. “You game?”

I nodded. He kissed me softly and then we watched the sunset. Both of us knew that we had too much on the line to just run away together. No matter how much we wanted to be together, there was no walking away from motocross. It was the only thing that we wanted as much as we wanted each other. It was the only thing that made us as happy as being together. We were in a love triangle whether we liked it or not. Me, Hoyt, and motocross.

This vacation had been so incredible that I didn't want it to end. I would have stayed here on the beach with him. We could have pretended like our old lives didn't exist, but reality was creeping up on us like a fog. A fog that we'd have to wait out.

I thought about how happy Reid and Nora were. And Brett and Georgia. I was happy for all of them, but jealous at the same time. We'd watched Brett and Georgia take their vows on the beach a week ago and I'd wished that we were in their shoes. Well, maybe not the baby part yet. I still had a lot of growing up to do before I checked motherhood off the list, but as our friends exchanged their promises and devotion on that sandy beach at sunset I wanted a chance to be them. I wanted to tell Hoyt that I wanted a future with him more than I wanted anything else. I wanted to be the one with tropical flowers pinned in my hair and a simple white linen dress. I wanted Hoyt to look at me the way Brett looked at Georgia and vice versa while we were surrounded by our friends. I wanted it all and I wanted it with him.

“There's something I need to tell you,” I said, looking up into his big brown eyes. I'd wanted to tell him how I felt before we left this island and our relationship consisted of stolen moments and secrecy. I wanted to be able to let him know that no matter what happened back home I was his. “I—”

“Wait,” he said. “Don't.” It was a gut check moment if ever there was one. “I'm not sure exactly what you're going to say, but if it's more than 'thanks for inviting me,' you shouldn't say it.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling like I was slowly being squeezed in a giant fist. I thought at the very least we could be honest about the way we felt. I'd thought that's what this trip was about. I thought it was about giving ourselves an entire week to be together.

“It's not that I don't want to hear what you have to say,” he promised as he reached out and grabbed my hand. “I just know it's going to make going back to our normal routine even harder.”

“Yeah,” I said and swallowed hard. “I get it.” And I did. That didn't mean that I liked it. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was just trying to make this easier on both of us. “Thanks for inviting me,” I told him, trying to mask the hurt I felt on the inside.

“I'm glad you came.” As much as I wanted to tell him how I felt and hear him return the sentiment, I didn't want to risk losing an incredible moment with him. We were together, for what might be the last time for a long time.

Be in the moment.

“Really, I am,” he said, pulling me from thought. I smiled and forced away my pity party. I was with him and that was all that mattered. He pushed his lips to mine and I let myself melt into him. If this was our last night together I was going to make the most of it.

“Oh, I know,” I said, reaching down between us and pressing my hand against him. “I know exactly how much.” His eyes fell shut for a moment as I gripped him through his shorts. His control was short lived. The moment his eyes opened, he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me over to the bed we'd already spent way too much time in. I think this was the part I was going to miss the most. The carefree, fun, easy side of our relationship. It wasn't going to be fun and easy when we got home. At least not for a while.

* * *

W
e'd drawn out our escape as long as possible—being inseparable the entire flight home and on the subsequent drive from Illinois to Texas. The pit stops we made on our drive home were just enough to take the edge off the dull ache I felt the moment we were back in Texas.

The second we were back at Mill Valley the fun had stopped.

The first night back in my trailer, I couldn't sleep for shit—tossing and turning and missing the warmth of Hoyt's body next to mine. I would have never thought I'd be the girl who missed spooning, but damn it, I did. I missed the way he tucked one arm underneath my pillow and placed the other across my body. I missed the way he fit me against him whether I was facing him or not. I missed the soft kisses he'd place on my neck, or shoulder, or on the top of my head. I just missed
him
.

Even though when he'd dropped me off at Mill Valley and left me without so much as a peck on the cheek. As soon as we rolled through that gate, he pulled his hand from mine and said “I'll see you at eight on the track.” The sting of his words was still lingering.

Just like that, he was back to being just my coach, and I was just a motocross rider who slept alone. I knew Hoyt wasn't trying to hurt my feelings. I knew that he was just trying to make a clean break from what we shared on that island, but it still hurt. Even when he'd promised to that we'd make time and effort to see each other under the radar, it still wasn't enough to ease the ache I felt being away from him.

“Where ya been, McCade?” Link asked when I finally gave up on sleep and decided to hit the track early. The sun was barely up and I was already dressed in my gear for the day. “I thought you'd be back right after the wedding.”

“I took a little time off,” I said. “Visited my mom.”

“Yeah, okay,” he said skeptically. I'd told Link a while back that I didn't spend much time with my parents. I should have thought about my lie a little more apparently.

“I'm trying to make amends.”

“Well,” he said with a shrug. “Good for you. You headed to the track?”

“No. I'm headed up to the main house to help Marjorie with her latest knitting project,” I deadpanned.

“What?” He looked at me as if I'd just grown two heads, until I held up my helmet. “Very funny,” he said. “Good to see you didn't lose your ability to pull one over on me during your hiatus.” We started walking toward the track and I bumped my shoulder against his.

“You make it so easy,” I teased, taking a drink of black coffee I'd poured into a to-go mug back in my trailer. I might have been headed to the track earlier than normal, but that didn't mean I wasn’t exhausted from lack of sleep. Caffeine and sexual frustration were going to be fueling me today. I know that Hoyt thought fourteen days of bliss would be more than enough to last us until we could figure out a way to be together again, but after wrestling with my pillow last night, I was already craving his touch. I wished things weren't so complicated. Back on the island, Hoyt and I would have already exhausted all of our energy and both of us would have drifted off to sleep no problem. “I wanted to get an hour of riding in before I hit the gym,” I told him.

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