“Am I training today?” I ask, knowing he’ll probably guess why I’m even querying about it.
“She’s coming in at twelve,” he tells me, answering my question with the answer I actually want. “I think you and her need to fight it out, perhaps with a race?”
“No. I’ll sort it out today.” Even though I don’t tell him how I plan to sort it out, there’s a glint in his eye and a small smile on his face.
“You know, when I first met Rylee, she fucked with my head. I wanted her more than I had any other woman. I didn’t give up,” he confesses. “I fought tooth and nail for that woman.”
I’m not sure why he’s even comparing him and his wife to Haelee and me, but there can’t be any comparison. I’m not in love with the young woman. I wouldn’t mind her bouncing on my dick, but that’s all it can ever be.
“When someone bothers you as much as I can tell Haelee does, there’s something there.” His words settle in my gut. They replay in my mind, and I question my thoughts for a moment.
Is there something between her and me? Something tangible?
“I’ll think about it,” is all I say before heading back into the building to grab a coffee. I need time to think before she arrives. I wanted to taunt her today, get her in my bed tonight, and tomorrow, I’d be fine. But something Colton said niggles at me. Haelee does bother me. But not in the way most other women do. She does something to me. There’s a possessiveness I feel for her, and it’s new to me.
Now all I have to do is figure out what the fuck to do with that emotion.I’m finishing up my third coffee, dressed and ready to ride, when she walks in dressed in a pair of long slacks that hug her ass like my hands should be doing. Her top is tighter than I expect, but she’s wearing an open hoodie over it, which hides most of her curves.
When she shrugs off the sweater, I notice the long sleeves hide her smooth skin. She disappears for a while, before returning all suited, ready to race. I’m used to seeing women scantily clad, but with Haelee in the racing suit, I can’t stop my dick from responding.
“Hi,” she greets me, but it’s not a friendly tone. She’s pissed. I’m sure she’ll be angry for a long time because of what happened at the club. But I don’t give a shit. Last night was not a night to be out. And if I had to be honest, I don’t want her out at all, ever. Not when other men can see her.
“Feeling okay this morning?” I taunt, allowing a grin to spread on my face.
“If you ever do that to me again, I’ll kick you in the balls,” she bites out, pointing her finger at me with rage burning in her pretty, dark eyes. She’s like a little storm rolling in, and she’s about to obliterate my life.
“If you go to underground clubs like that again where men can grope you, I’ll fucking do it over and over again.”
“I’m not yours,” she tells me again. Last night when she said that, I was blind with rage. And that, mingled with what Colton told me earlier, has made me realize this is not just a fuck.
“Get in the fucking car. Let’s ride,” I bite out, allowing my anger to show through. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me with shock. She shakes her head, grabbing the helmet and sliding it over her head before I watch her slip into the driver’s seat.
Before I shut the door on the car, I catch Colton’s eye. The grin on his face tells me he knows exactly how this is about to go down. Rolling my eyes, I close us inside the small space and settle in for the ride of my fucking life.
When the engine purrs to life, I take in her slim thighs and her smooth, tanned skin. Fuck, how my fingers tingle just to get a touch. Last night when I thought about proving myself right in the club and feeling those panties of hers, I was hard as stone. I wanted to know how warm she was, how wet her pussy got when I was near her.
But I realized a second later that I will get my time with her.
“Did you enjoy your evening?” she asks, the cold tone of her voice makes me smile.
“Why? Jealous?” I ask. I know I’m baiting her, but I need to know where she stands.
The way her fingers grip the steering wheel at my question confirms it. She doesn’t respond though, just puts her foot down on the clutch, gearing down to take the first turn.