Strike (24 page)

April’s eyes trail down my stomach, and she bites down on her lip when she eyes my swollen dick. It’s always ready for action, but this smorgasbord of sweet is a different ball game entirely.

I kneel down at her feet and lick at the first swirl of cream from her ankle, taking a raspberry into my mouth. April laughs softly, and tenses up, like she’s trying her hardest not to move.

“That tickles,” she breathes, her body quivering.

“Mmm, you taste good,” I mumble, before running my tongue up to the next berry. “But you’re going to have to keep still. You squirmin’ will only make me wanna rush this, and I’m in no hurry.”

I take my time licking clean her legs, avoiding the apex of her thighs. After polishing her stomach clean, I give those tits some much needed attention. My dick grows uncomfortably hard, knowing that the finish line is in sight. I wanna sink into her so bad, and I know April is more than ready. Her moaning has done nothing but fill my ears since I started. That’s one noise I could play over and over and never tire of.

“Hey,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling quickly. April crooks her finger, and I prop myself up on all fours, my knees either side of her hips.

“I think you missed a spot,” she says, and we both look down between her legs.

“You mean here?” I ask as I trail my finger through the cream mixed with her wet heat and then run my finger over her bottom lip. “No, I was saving the best for last, beautiful.”

To my surprise, April takes my finger and sucks it deep into her mouth, wrapping her hot tongue around it as I pull it out. She moves her head off the bed and draws on it again. Hard.

“Don’t tease me with that pretty mouth of yours. It’s only going to end with it getting fucked.”

“Eat me,” she dares, her eyebrow raising and her mouth pulling into a sexy smirk.

Sexy, bossy and beautiful. Again, I’m a lucky, lucky man.

Truthfully, I’ve had my fair share of dessert. I’ve never eaten so many berries in one sitting. But you know what? This is one meal I’ll remember. One meal we’ll be laughing about, reminiscing over for years to come.

I move down between her legs and hook her knees over my shoulders. With my flattened tongue, in one slow, long stroke I take in most of the cream, making April buck her hips off the bed.

“Fuck,” she cries out, her hands taking fistfuls of the sheets beside her waist.

I lift her hips off the bed and flick at her swollen clit. She squeezes her thighs together, her trembling muscles boxing my head in place.

“I can’t take this, Spencer. Just fuck me,” she begs.

I rest my chin on the top of her mound, looking up into her eyes. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them upward as I move them slowly in and out. April gasps in frustration.

“Oh, God … like, now!” she growls, and then reaches out and roughly tugs my ear.

“Tell me again, beautiful. What do you want me to do to you?” I ask, acting dumb.

“FUCK ME! That’s what I want, you muppet!”

Mmm, this kind of April is totally working for me. “Okay, okay. I’m not a mind-reader, I wasn’t sure.” I reach over to the bedside table and rummage around for a condom, April tickling my balls as I do. If she carries on with that for much longer, I’ll explode all over her.

“Don’t worry about one. I’m on the pill,” she says.

“Are you sure?” I’ve never
not
used a condom before. I always play it safe. But I’ve also never been in a long-term thing before, so there’s a first for everything.

I kneel between her legs and she wraps her legs around me. “I wanna feel you, Spencer.”

Well, fuck. Now I just have to last.

I slam my mouth into April’s as I drive in deep, her arms holding me hostage as we move together. Our tongues entwined, our bodies so close, I’m in some kind of heaven. I can feel her,
really
feel her, without any barriers. Being with April, feeling about her the way I do? Well, if sex between us is gonna be this incredible, I’m never letting her go. She owns me. Completely.

“Oh God … ah!” she cries out as she comes, digging her nails into my lower back.

Moving my hips faster, my body jerks as I spill deep inside her. This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s a real fucking happy place to be.

“Fuck,” I grunt out, leaning my forehead against hers. I huff the air from my lungs, and drag in a lung full of the smell of April, and sex, and dessert. “That was some treat.”

“You’re not wrong,” she says, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

I rest my head against her neck and dot kisses behind her ear. When I feel myself start to soften, I realise I’m going to have to move. I can’t stay in here, as much as I want to.

I lift myself up and withdraw from her, and kiss her softly on the lips. “Let me get something to clean you up.”

****

We shower together, and after utterly exhausting ourselves from the evening’s festivities, we collapse into bed. Snuggled deep in my arms, April’s breathing slows and a little purring noise escapes her mouth. I kiss her forehead and my heart does a fluttery thing in my chest. I don’t ever want her to leave. I wanna wake up to this every single morning.

“Beautiful?” I whisper.

She moves ever so slightly, nuzzling in that much closer, her warmth seeping into every part of my being.

“I love you,” I say, fighting back the … what is that, tears? I can’t believe what a pussy I’m turning into. But I really love this girl, and it’s like my heart wants to leap out of my chest to be with her. I can’t get close enough. I control my breathing, and wipe a tear from my eye. This emotion shit is tough.

Now I just need to grow a pair of balls and tell her when she’s awake. Hopefully she’s strong enough to pick me up when I pass out on the floor.

****

* APRIL *

Sunday (Race Day)

“Stone’s racing hard for the spot, but wait, here comes Jones in the number eleven, going to the inside, and … yes … yes, he takes him! Jones is now in the lead, with one lap to go.”
The commentator’s voice projects loudly from the speaker.

Goosebumps prickle all over my skin as the crowd roars. I’m so thrilled for Spencer . I try to steady my shaking hands by clenching them into fists. My stomach drops. I think I’m going to be sick.

Come on, Spencer. You can do it, baby!

Jumping up and down on the spot, my heart thumps hard and wild in my chest. I’m about to have a heart attack. I can barely hold my camera in my sweaty hands.

“
Stone in twenty-four is pushing the pace … He’s hanging on, with KTM’s Stewart in number two bouncing to the outside … Jones just has to play smart, here … Any mistake could cost him. The title’s been within his reach for the last few seasons, but this might finally be it … Half a lap remaining, now.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and close my eyes, praying that Spencer can keep on track. He can do it. I believe in him.

“It’s almost over, Jones is coming in strong, with Stone hot on his tail … The Yamaha team at the side of the track are looking very happy. The boys are neck and neck now, riding hard into the last corner, in the final fight for the title. This is gonna be tight.

“And it’s Jones! He wins Moto Two in front of a packed crowd at Coolum.”

The crowd roars and I squeal out loud, throwing my hands in the air, almost dropping my camera.

“He did it,” I say under my breath.

“Stone comes in a very close second, which will place him a well-deserved second overall for the season, and Barrett in seventeen comes in third, after Stewart stumbled on the last corner.”

Happy tears run down my face, and I run down to the team. Spencer looks all around and straightens his arm out and points his finger in my direction when he sees me. I punch my two fists in the air in triumph, and laugh and cry as I approach him.

This time, I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. I’m going to hug him.
Whatever the consequences
.

****

* SPENCER *

“So proud of you,” she whispers as she hugs me. The loud revs of the bikes on the track fade in the distance.

I nearly turn to fucking jelly and cry like a damn baby.

“Now I’ve got you in my arms, beautiful, I can breathe again,” I mumble close to her ear, giving her a squeeze.

She releases from my hold and steps back, her chin quivering. I can’t see her eyes that well through her sunglasses, but I guarantee she’s tearing up. We’re both about to lose our shit.

The hug was short and sweet, the kind I’d give someone I barely knew. I guess that was the idea. But it was better than nothing. I got to hold April against my mad beating heart while the adrenaline of the win coursed through me like a freight train.

April walks over to Stone with a happy yet sad smile on those lips. Sweet lips I’d wanted to crush with mine. I have to talk myself out of brushing those tears away. I knew they were happy tears, which only made it marginally better. I just hate to see her cry.

As much as I want those tears gone, I can’t touch her face like that. Mac is right there. He’s pre-occupied with Stone right now, but I know April hasn’t told him about us. That is something I know she’ll tell me for sure.
And Mac won’t be fucking smiling
.

Rocco, the new team mechanic, rubs his knuckles hard on top of my head and hands me a Yamaha cap, which I slip on.

“You fuckin’ owned that race, bro! Fuckin’ owned it,” he says, with such enthusiasm. Rocco pulls me into giant hug, and slaps me hard on the back.
Thank Christ I still have armour on, because he’s a strong prick.

He pulls back and I grip his rounded shoulders firmly in my hands. I stare into his dark brown eyes. “You’re a dead-set fuckin’ legend, Rocco. You turned my bike into a dream on wheels.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, yeah. So everybody keeps sayin’,” he says, cool as anything, like it’s no big deal.

“Yeah, well start fuckin’ believing it, because I just became Rocco De Luca’s biggest fan. I’m gonna be stalking your arse.” I laugh. “They’ll be calling you the bike whisperer.”

Rocco chuckles, and grabs his dick through his skinny black jeans. “If you wanna suck my dick, mate, you’ll have to get in line. And it’s a
long
fuckin’ line.”

“Fuck off,” I say through a chuckle. I play-punch him in the gut, and he laughs.

Stepping back, he points an inked finger at me. “Later,” he says, with a cocky smirk. “Tequila.”

I know there’s not a chance in hell I’ll get out of the tequila slammers. I’ll just have to take it easy with what I’ve got planned later tonight.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a tall older man wearing a white polo shirt and jeans approach. Holding his hand is a smaller woman, dressed far too well to be standing on the muddy track.

What the fuck?

“Dad? Mum?” I can barely spit out the words. I’d had no idea they would be here. Dad didn’t mention it all week. Mum had been bubblier than usual when I saw her on Thursday, but she was just as tight-lipped. But it doesn’t matter, because they’re here.
About fucking time
.

I’m still so shocked, I can’t speak.

“I’m impressed with your riding today, son. You
really
deserve this win,” Dad says, patting me firmly on the shoulder. My father has never been one to show much affection, but in this moment I’m taking full advantage. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and squeeze him tight, patting him on the back.

“Thanks, Dad,” I choke out, my voice thick with emotion
.
“Means a lot.”

Pulling out of our hold, I turn to Mum. I have to stop myself from chuckling: she’s dressed immaculately in tailored pants, a silk blouse and her high heels are caked in dirt. She grabs a hold of me and pulls me into one of her smothering hugs. “I’m so proud of you, darling. We both are.” Mum steps aside, and I get a good look at who’s standing behind her.

Oh my God. No fucking way. What the hell is she doing here?

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

* SPENCER *

“Victoria?”

Her long blonde ponytail swishes with each step. And she’s smiling. At me. I haven’t seen
that
in a while. She’s in jeans and knee-high boots, so at least she doesn’t look as out of place as our parents do.

“Hey, big brother. Congratulations,” she says and hugs me tight. I squeeze her, her small frame almost lost in my arms. She pecks me on the cheek, and I kiss the top of her head.

Maybe I’m finally forgiven. This is a massive step, for her to be here. Someone must have worked pretty hard at convincing her. She’s never been one to back down first from a fight.
Ever
.

“I can’t believe you guys are here … This is just …” I let out a long sigh. “Thanks. I’m so happy you came.”

“We just wished you’d asked us sooner,” Mum says, all smiles. I gave up asking a long while back, when I was still coming up the ranks and they prioritised other things over me. I guess I didn’t give them a chance to show them how much I’ve grown over the years, and how serious I am about it.

“By the way, where’s your
friend
April?” Dad says, a coy smile teasing the corner of his mouth.

I look over to April, who’s chatting with Eevie. As if she can feel my eyes on her, she looks in my direction. Her bright smile confirms what I suspected. She helped make this happen. Who could say no to her? Certainly not big Carl Jones. Had April asked cranky-pants, Victoria to come or did Mum and Dad get her here? Life is full of surprises, but with April around, they’ve all been nothing short of exceptional.

Tonight, I’m gonna lay all my emotions out on the table. I’m telling her I love her. It’s a big moment, but it feels right, and even though I already had an inkling, the fact she’s got my family here means I know there’s gonna be a big-arse ‘I love you’ coming back at me. This sexy whirlwind on a bike had me from day one.

An ache comes from deep inside my chest when I remember the first time we kissed. Imagine where I’d be right now if she’d never texted me. I wonder if I would have made it this far if I didn’t open up my heart to a relationship. Right now, my guess is no.