Текст книги "Whipped"

Автор книги: Elizabeth Lee

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This has to work. I’d been saying it over and over since my medical release. This has to work. It had to work because I honestly didn’t know what I would do if it didn’t. She was everything to me.

“I’ll call you every day,” I promised Georgia as we stood in the middle of the crowded airport. I’d shelled out the extra money for a ticket to get her through security. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. As expected, Dr. Forlani said I was released to get back on my bike at my last doctor’s appointment. The second I was released, Nick and the rest of the Throttled Energy team wanted me back in Texas—training and promotional work were all I had on the schedule for the next month. Well that, and making things work with Georgia.

“I know you will,” she said, her arms were wrapped around my neck like a vice grip. “And, I’ll see you in a month.” She’d agreed to drive my Expedition back to Texas with her sister when she came home for a visit. One month until I could hold her in my arms again seemed like an eternity. We’d done our best to get our fill of one another. I’d had more sex in the last two weeks than I’d had in my entire life. Not that I was complaining, and not that I thought I’d ever be able to get my fill of her. Sore muscles and bowed legs be damned.

Every time we had sex, I figured out something new that made her tick. Some new way she liked to be touched, or some phrase that seemed to push her over the edge. My girl had a bit of a naughty side that I was thoroughly enjoying getting to know. And she’d done the same with me. She knew exactly where to put her mouth and hands to set me off. All things I’d be recalling a lot of in the cold showers I’d be taking alone for the next month.

“I’m going to miss you so fucking much,” I told her. It was probably the thirtieth or so time that I’d said those words since I’d learned that I was actually going to have to go back home. It was the next three words—the three words that really mattered—that I was saying out loud for the first time that came next. I took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eye, “I love you, baby. So damn much.”

“I love you, too, Brett,” she replied, the fact that she said my name was not lost on me. Maybe it was intentional, maybe it wasn’t, but either way it was me. Georgia Bennett loved me.

The stormy sea of blue in her eyes seemed to calm as we stared at each other. Something about hearing her say it back to me, gave me the rest of the determination I needed to make our relationship work. We had love. What more did we need? I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her. I didn’t want to go, but when I heard the final boarding call for my flight, I knew I didn’t have a choice.

“I’ve got to go, baby,” I said before pressing my lips to her forehead.

“I know.” She nodded. I saw her throat clench as she swallowed. I knew she was trying her damnedest not to cry. We’d talked about all of this. She’d cried. I’d almost cried. We knew I had to leave and she had to stay, but it didn’t make it any easier on either of us. “Call me when you land?”

“You know I will.” I took a step back, tugging my carry-on bag along with me. I was going home, so I didn’t need much for this trip. Something inside of me was arguing that I was leaving my home as I backed away from her. It didn’t matter that I had an apartment full of things waiting for me in Texas. Or a job. Or even my actual family. The one thing, the one person, I needed was going to have to stay behind for the time being. “Love you,” I said it again.

Just as I was about to turn away from her, she jumped into my arms and kissed me one last time. We were that couple. The over the top, can’t keep our hands to ourselves, shut up and say good bye already couple. It was everything I didn’t know I always wanted to be a part of.

“Bye,” she whispered against my lips as I lowered her back to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the stewardesses moving around at my gate, getting ready to close the doors. I had to go or I was going to miss this flight.

“Bye.”

* * *

“Hoyt Travers,” I said as I walked onto the track at Mill Valley training facility. It was the real place in Texas that I called home. Sixty acres of dirt. Just the way I liked it. I’d been coming here since I was ten. My parents figured that since they didn’t get the sport, they might as well send me to people who did. The Wilson family owned and operated a state of the art compound, complete with a full track, gym, lodging and everything else a rider needed to be at the top of his career. When I was seventeen, I graduated from just camps and weekends at the track to living there full time. Me, my bike and an AirStream I purchased on Craigslist moved onto the property. Reid Travers moved in a few weeks later. “Aren’t you glad to see me, dick?” I asked when he didn’t look up from the iPad he was holding in his hands.

“Hey man,” he said, finally acknowledging my presence. I could see the video he was studying. A rider on the track. A rider on the track with a ponytail full of hair hanging out the back of her helmet.

“She’s coming in too high on the turns,” I said. If he wasn’t going to talk until he figured out what she was doing wrong, then I’d help him out. “And she’s too far back on the bike. Girl needs to saddle up on that tank and slow her ass down.”

“Shit I’ve been telling her for weeks,” he said, turning it off. “I was starting to think I was the crazy one,” he reached out his hand. “Good thing you clarified.”

“Oh you’re crazy,” I joked, grabbing his hand with mine and pulling him in for a hug. I patted him on the back as we backed apart. “Crazy for thinking that girl wants to be tamed. I can tell by the way she full throttles into those turns that she has zero fucks to give about what anyone else thinks.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Hoyt replied. His shoulders slumped and he sighed as he let his head fall. Hoyt and Reid were two different people. One fast and fearless. The other careful and meticulous. The one thing they had in common though, was a steady flow of Travers’ determination. Hoyt seemed to be losing his.

“Don’t worry, buddy,” I told him. “I’m here now. Sally will help you get through to her.” I laughed when I finally saw him smile. I was glad my friend was here. I knew I had a lot of training ahead of me and with him being around I knew that I’d have the best set of eyes on me in the business to figure out what I needed to work on. I think he was relieved to see me too.

“I’ll take all the help I can get.”

“When do I get to meet this wild child?” I asked. I didn’t hear any dirt bikes firing in the distance, but it was pretty early in the day.

“Oh, she’s sleeping off whatever cask of liquor she consumed last night, I’m sure.” He shook his head. “She’ll roll in about noon... if we’re lucky.”

“Doesn’t she know how lucky she is to be here?” It wasn’t like Throttled Energy was giving out opportunities like they gave her every day. They’d pulled her off an amateur circuit and offered her a shot at a professional riding career. I knew riders that would give their first born for an opportunity like that. She’d be stupid to not take advantage of what they’d offered her. Not only was it a shot at the pro-circuit, it was the help of a riding coach who knew exactly what it took to get to the top and practicing on the same track as legends... like me. Chayse McCade needed a reality check and fast.

“I think she knows,” he hesitated. “I hope she does. She could be one of the best,” he admitted. “And I don’t just mean for a girl. She could hang with Reid if she’d get her mind right. She’s just…I don’t know, man. It’s like she’s trying to outrun something, but hell if I know what.”

“We’ll work on her,” I promised. “Maybe she needs some perspective from the best,” I added with a smirk.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. “Nick called me last night and told me that on top of trying to wrangle Chayse, I’m now responsible for getting your crippled ass ready for an exhibition next month. Throttled is looking to partner with another company.”

“Next month?” I asked, shocked that Pilsner had scheduled something so fast. “Okay. Better show me where my bike is then.” I’d had it shipped from Halstead after Dr. Forlani released me to ride. I knew that if it was near me, I’d be tempted to ride it. The last thing I needed to do was hurt myself riding across the ground that was freezing there.

“Right this way,” Hoyt laughed, extending his arm to point at one of the sheds across the property. “We saved a handicapped parking space just for you.”

“I’ll show you handicapped,” I said, jumping against his back as I ran past him. “I’ll have you know, I’m in the best shape of my life,” I continued as we pulled open the shed doors.

“Is that what Georgia’s been filling your head with?” he teased.

“She knows I’m in good shape.” I flexed my arms.

“I’ll take your word for it.” He rolled his eyes. “Things good between you two?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I was glad he asked about her. I liked talking about her.

“I still can’t believe that you’ve got a girlfriend.”

“Me either,” I agreed. “But I fucking love it. I should have got one a long time ago.” I paused. “Actually, no. The one I’ve got now is perfect.”

“Aww, Sally. You’re so stinking cute when you’re in love.” He tossed me my gear bag and went over to check the fuel tank on my bike. “For real, dude, I’m happy that you’re happy. Georgia’s great.”

“Thanks,” I said. “And don’t worry. You won’t be single forever. We’ll find you someone willing to put up with your lame ass.” I waited for him to dish the shit I was giving him back to me, but he didn’t answer. I looked up to find him staring out the door at the woman walking toward us.

Her dark hair was as wild as the look in her eyes when she stomped toward us. Hoyt couldn’t take his eyes off of her. His throat seemed tight as he swallowed.

Well, well, well... maybe he’s already found a girl.

This should be some interesting shit right here.

I watched as she entered the shed and walked straight up to Hoyt. Whatever had this girl up so early, also had her pissed off.

“I cannot believe you told Pilsner I needed to be drug tested,” she said, poking him in the chest with her finger.

“Yeah, well, lucky for you it won’t start until next week,” Hoyt fired back. “You’ll have plenty of time to get your system clean.”

“You’re a real son of a bitch, you know that?” The fire in that girl’s eye was something to witness. Even though I kind of felt like I was witnessing a moment that I wasn’t supposed to. “You have no right—”

“I have every right,” he told her. “It’s my job on the line here, too, you know.”

“Uh…so I’m gonna go ride,” I said, breaking the stare off between them. Both of their heads snapped in my direction. As soon as I fired up my bike, the two of them went back to yelling at one another.

Poor Hoyt really did have his hands full. All I could think in that moment was how lucky I was to have a girl whose only vice was soda.

Brett: How was class?

A week had passed. Seven days that I’d spent the majority of filling my free time with anything I could to keep from missing him. The life we’d started in Halstead had now went digital. Calls, texts, Snapchatting, FaceTime. We were using every viable option to stay connected.

Me: Long. I’m exhausted. How was your day?

My phone rang and I knew it was him. He was silly to think that texting was going to be enough that night.

“Hey there,” I cooed into the phone. I could hear the weariness in my voice and I was sure he could too.

“Hi,” he replied. “My day was long. I rode too much.” It was nights like these that I wished he was here so I could massage away the tension I knew he felt in his neck and shoulders. I wished I could help him ice his knee and hear about his day in person.

“How’s it going? Still able to knack-knack and can-can?” I asked.

“Somebody’s been watching motocross videos,” he said, I could hear the amusement in his tone.

“You know it sounds like you’re a dancer,” I replied. “Couldn’t they come up with more macho names for the tricks?” He was right about me watching videos. It was nice to be able to type in his name on the Internet and see him there. Perks of dating a celebrity I guess. I tried to stay away from the articles about his personal life and stick to his professional accomplishments. Didn’t always work, but for the most part everything I saw was positive.

“What else did you learn?”

“Well, I know that there are plenty of videos of you on YouTube, and that there is no shortage of female fans on Twitter. Did you know there is actually a petition for you to be the next Bachelor?”

“No way.”

“Yes way,” I told him. “I mean there are only like a hundred signatures on it, but still. It exists.”

“Too bad I’m not a bachelor anymore,” he joked. “Isn’t that the show with the hot tubs and girls that make bad decisions?”

“Sure is,” I told him. “If you want, I could make bad decisions in a hot tub with you.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” He paused. “Don’t think I won’t.”

“I know you will,” I assured him. My cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling at our conversation. “I miss you.”

“I know. I miss you too. Three more weeks,” he reminded me.

“Three more weeks.”

“Want to FaceTime tomorrow?” he asked. “I need some time with your face.”

“Sure.” I started to laugh at his word play, but felt a yawn coming on. I tried to fight it back. My day of classes had drained me, and I had to be at the hospital bright and early the next day.

“You better get some sleep,” he told me. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow... say nine o’clock?”

“It’s a date.” Another yawn threatened. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

They were words I’d never get tired of hearing.

* * *

Nine o’clock couldn’t get there fast enough. It sucked having your new boyfriend a thousand miles away, especially when I’d gotten so used to seeing him every day. Granted it had only been a few days, but my mind was starting to play tricks on me. I kept thinking I heard my phone ring and vibrate in my pocket with a message from him. And I was doing double takes at every blond guy I saw, hoping that it was him. I wanted to say I hated it, but I loved the feeling of being in love so I just laughed it off.

“Georgia Yvonne Bennett,” my mother’s voice echoed down the hospital hallway. I stood up and stuck my head over the nurses’ station counter. There she was, Becky Bennett, walking toward me, holding onto her purse strap like she was on a mission for Jesus himself. Her blond coif freshly styled and her makeup perfect as usual. She might have been a small town girl, but she had a way about her that was all business. A business that focused mainly on keeping tabs on her daughters.

“Hey Mom,” I said, looking at my watch. She’d asked me if she could join me for lunch, but it wasn’t even noon yet. Her early arrival said she wanted to talk about more than just the weather.

“You mind telling me why I just had to hear from your sister that you were dating someone?”

“Well it wasn’t a secret,” I told her. I saw the heads of the other nurses turn to hear our conversation. I did not want to be the juicy piece of gossip that had all my colleagues talking. “We’ll talk about this at lunch,” I whispered to her as I looped my arm through hers. “Do you care if I go a little early?” I asked Charlene, the head nurse on duty that day.

“Go on,” she said with an all knowing smirk. Charlene was like a mother to all the nursing students so I shouldn’t have been surprised when she sided with my actual mother. “And, you better answer your momma,” she added.

“I will,” I agreed, leading my mother away from the prying ears of the bored nursing staff. The hospital had been slow that day. Not that I’d say it out loud. The second you mentioned not being busy in a hospital, the doors were bound to fly open, patients would flood in, and every single thing could go wrong would. “So Nora opened up her big mouth, huh?”

“Not on purpose,” my mother said as we boarded the elevator. I pushed the button for the cafeteria floor. “She’d assumed that you had already told me. It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything,” she added with a shake of her head.

“I know I should have told you, but it’s all so new. I didn’t want to jinx it.”

“Honey,” she said patting my arm. “I’m just pleased as punch that you’re actually putting yourself out there. I know the last few years have been rough.”

I nodded. My mother had had a front row seat to everything my entire life. I knew she worried about me.

“So tell me about him.”

“He’s amazing,” I gushed. “Southern. Charming. Dangerously so. You’ll love him.” Our conversation stalled as we filled our trays with hospital food. By the time we took a seat in a corner booth, I could tell she had come up with a hundred questions about Brett.

“Brett Sallinger,” she said his name, so I knew my sister had already told her more about him than she was letting on. “He’s a rider? Like Reid?”

“Kind of. He doesn’t race. He’s a freestyle rider,” I explained.

“So he does flips and stuff.”

“Yeah.” I laughed. “Something like that.”

“Does this mean you are going to pack up and leave like your sister did?”

“No, Mom... well... I don’t really know,” I confessed. “It’s all so new, and I need finish school and pass my boards.”

“It’s okay if you do, honey,” she reassured me. “I mean, I’ll miss you and drive you crazy with phone calls, but as long as your happy.”

“I know that. I just don’t want to get too far ahead of myself.”

“When will I get to meet him?”

“Next time he’s here. I promise.”

“Okay, I’ll quit interrogating you.” She smiled. “Now we can talk about your sister and this rush job wedding she’s wanting to pull off. Did you know that she wants to have the wedding in February? Like three months away February?”

“I hadn’t heard that news yet, but I’m not surprised. They took a little longer to figure out that they were supposed to be with each other than most.”

“True. I just hope that we’re able to get everything done in time.”

“I’ll help you,” I told her. “I have a little experience in the subject.” The truth was, I’d planned out my entire wedding with Jamie. I knew in my closet there was a list of local vendors and venues that I hadn’t been able to throw away. Seeing how frazzled my mom was at planning a wedding for my sister who was MIA at the moment made me glad that I’d kept it. “I think I know the perfect place.”

“That would be fantastic,” my mom said. I could see the question her eyes. Silently asking if I was really okay with that. I nodded. I was okay with it. I was more than okay with it.

“Hey baby,” I said the second I saw her face appear on my iPad screen—as beautiful as ever. Her hair still damp from a shower and her body covered by the soft white rob that I knew usually hung on the back of her door. Her headboard was behind her so I could tell she was sitting on her bed. What I wouldn’t have given to be lying there next to her. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“I’m sure,” she laughed, “I’ve only been trapped in a hospital for the past eight hours. Not to mention I had lunch with my mother today that included her interrogating me about you. She can’t wait to meet you.”

“Oh mothers love me,” he assured me. “You have nothing to worry about there.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep. I’ll have her wrapped around my little finger,” I said, holding up his pinky and twirling it. “Speaking of women I have wrapped around my finger... how are you today?”

“That’s cute that you think I’m the one who’s whipped,” she teased. She was right. I would have done anything for her, but I wasn’t going to admit it out loud. I was far too manly for that. “I’m good. Glad that I can see you. I wish you were here.”

“Me too,” I confessed.

“I got used to having you in my bed,” she said with a wicked grin. “It’s lonely here now.” I could see her patting the pillow next to her and my brain immediately associated that with sex. My cock throbbed.

“You shouldn’t talk about being in bed,” I told her. “That is, unless, that’s what this is. Are you trying to have video chat sex with me?”

“Maybe?” She played coy, before slipping her robe off her shoulder. There was no sign of pajamas, or even a bra for that matter. She’d come to play tonight and I was grateful. I wasn’t expecting her to want to. I was pretty good at keeping myself satisfied, but nothing beat the real thing. Or at least the virtual real thing. Seeing her and being able to imagine touching her was better than just my recollection of her.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she hesitated. “You’re alone, right?” She quickly covered her shoulder.

“Yes ma’am.” I grinned. I was staying in the dormitory style building the Wilsons had built on the edge of the property. It was a twelve-bedroom facility with a locker room style space in the center. It was usually used for riders staying only the weekend for a riding camp, but until my Airstream arrived with Georgia and Nora, I was calling it home. Luckily, it was midweek so there were no other tenants. It was just me, a single twin bed and my iPad. “All alone. Like you in that bed right now.”

“I don’t know,” she said. Her teeth pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, which sent another rush of blood straight to my dick. “I thought I could, but—”

“You can,” I assured her. “You’ve already got the ball rolling with your little shoulder tease.”

“Really? That’s all it takes?”

“That’s all,” I admitted. “You gotta cut me a little slack. I went from having you every single day—twice some days—to nada. I’m easy to please at this point.”

“Three times the day before you left,” she reminded, leaning forward to flash her cleavage at the camera.

“You’re killing me, Georgia.” I groaned as I shifted in my seat and reached down to take the bend out of my hardening cock. I could see the hesitation in her eyes. She’d become a little more sexually adventurous with me, but I knew this was out of her wheelhouse. It didn’t bother me that she was a little inexperienced. I enjoyed the hell out of teaching her. “We don’t have to—”

“No, I want to,” she cut me off. The determined look in her eye was cute. “If we are going to be apart, I don’t want you to be unsatisfied. I know you’re used to having sex whenever you feel like it.”

“I don’t have to have sex all the time.” I understood what she was saying, but it stung a little to think that she thought I was dependent on sex. “I’m not that guy anymore.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I don’t want you to... I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy. Happier than I have ever been,” I clarified. “All I need to know is that you love me and you’re mine. That’s more than enough. I can manage without sex just fine.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I really did think I was ready for this.” She laughed. “I was going to get on here and be all sexy.”

“You are sexy,” I countered. She shook her head. “Seriously. The way you blush when I compliment you only adds to it.”

“You’re sweet.”

“I wish I could kiss those lips right now. I’d kiss them until they were numb.”

“I would let you,” she said. Her lips parted slightly. I could almost feel her mouth against mine. “What else would you do?”

“I’d lick down that perfect neck of yours until I could feel your pulse racing under my tongue.”

“Right here?” She tilted her head and gently ran her fingertips down her neck, teasing the same path I would have taken. My mouth was watering as I watched—jealous that I wasn’t there to deliver, but more than turned on that she was willing to do this with me.

“Exactly.”

“And then what?” she asked her voice breathy. Her hand lingered at the opening of her robe.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked. This wasn’t just about me. I wanted her to feel comfortable. Judging from the pink in her cheeks, I could tell that she was enjoying herself so far.

“I’d want you to put your hands on me.”

“Show me how.” I watched her take my instruction. Her eyes falling shut as she slipped her hand under her robe, caressing her breast. “Show me,” I said again, hearing my words sound more like a plea than a command. I needed to see her. My hand had found its way under the waistband of the sweats I’d thrown on after practice. My fingers curled around my cock as I watched her shrug out of her robe. The soft fabric pooled around her shoulders to reveal her perfect, perky tits. Her hand caressed her flesh. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said through gritted teeth as I stroked myself—imagining it was her hand instead of mine. “What would you want me to do next?”

“I’d want your mouth on me,” she said, her gaze hooded as she continued touching herself. “Here,” she said, circling her finger around her nipple. Her skin was glistening. Skin I knew was warm to the touch and tasted sweet under my tongue.

“Yeah?” I said, urging her to continue. My grip was tightening as my stomach clenched. “Where else?”

“Here.” She trailed her fingertips between her breasts. “And here,” she said, her tone raspy as she continued down her body.

“I would, baby.”

“Put your mouth on me. Like you did before,” she said, her head falling back as her hand went below where I could see. I didn’t need to. I could practically feel her body. I could taste her on my lips as I watched her bring herself to the edge.

“So good.” I said between the sounds of little moans escaping her lips. If I had planned a little better, I wouldn’t have been dry rubbing my cock at that moment. I couldn’t full out join her at the moment, but I was enjoying the view nonetheless. I wanted her to be pleased, I could finish myself off later with visions of her touching herself in my head.

“Look at me,” I told her. I wanted to see her eyes. I wanted to be there with her. Her eyes opened and settled on mine. She stilled. “Keep going, baby. You’re almost there.” So was I. Each pull of my fingertips had me so close, the biting pain of the skin on skin was worth it. Seconds passed as I was transfixed on her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she pleasured herself—her movements quickening along with her breath as she came and then slowing down to drag out the sensation. It was exactly as I would have done. I would have stretched out her orgasm for as long as possible and then tried for another.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said as she settled from the high. I felt wetness between my legs.

“I can’t believe it either,” I said under my breath, grabbing a towel and cleaning up my own mess. I was so focused on watching her that I hadn’t even realized I’d came all over my own hand.

Rookie move.

“Did you?” she asked.

“Sure did,” I admitted. “How could I not? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” She smiled shyly as she pulled her robe closed. “I taught you too well,” I teased. “You don’t even need me anymore.”

“That’s not true,” she countered. “I need you more than you know.”

“I miss the hell out of you.”

“I miss you more.”

We held each other’s gaze momentarily. “I should probably go take a shower,” I said.

“Yeah, I need to get some sleep. I have to be back at the hospital in the morning.”

“Three more weeks,” I said before ending our call.

“Three more weeks,” she echoed, blowing me a kiss. The satisfied glow on her face stayed with me as I showered and as I climbed into bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d said she needed me more. I knew it wasn’t true. She might have thought I saved her, that I brought her back to life after years of living with the dead, but I’d never felt more alive than when I was with her. Which was saying a lot, considering my career choice.

The thrill of flying through the air didn’t even come close to the thrill of knowing Georgia Bennett loved me.