to be the only one who ever gets this part of her.
I trail my nose against her jaw and then whisper in her ear, “Ask me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it.”
Her head falls back against the wood as I pull out and rub her clit a few times. “Oh, God.”
I bite her earlobe hard enough for her to feel a little pain. “Say it.”
“Please…”
“Please, what? Say it,” I command. “Say it and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
“Fuck me,” she says in a breathy voice. “I want you to fuck me, Trip.”
I growl into her ear. “Good girl.”
I slide my boxers down and kick them to the side, not wanting anything else between us. My cock springs free and rubs against her bare stomach as I pull her in for a kiss. Holly grabs the back of my neck and holds me against her as I deepen the kiss. She wants this just as much as I do.
I hoist her up against the wall and she wraps her legs around my waist. He wet pussy rubs against my bare shaft and I groan.
“Fuck. I want to feel you,” I say against her mouth.
She bites her lower lip. “Have you ever…”
“Only a few times with my ex, but I’ve been tested since then and I swear I’m clean,” I promise as I kiss her neck. “Have you?”
She nods. “Only once, before I left for school, but I’ve been checked too. It was a requirement to get birth control.”
“So you’re on the pill now?”
“Yes. I started taking them right before I came home from college.”
I readjust my hips and she moans as the head of my cock slides against her clit. “I want you just like this.”
She stares into my eyes. “Then take me.”
With one swift move I push inside of her. The warmth of her surrounds me and I push in all the way to the base. I close my eyes and lean my forehead against hers. “Jesus. You feel so fucking good.”
I pull back and fill her again. This time we both whimper with pure delight, which only propels me to move more. The best place on earth is right here. I’ll never grow tired of this.
I work her pussy into a frenzy as I fuck her hard and fast against the wall. When my balls tighten, I know I won’t be able to go on much longer. It feels too damn good.
Holly digs her nails into my back. She cries out my name against my lips as she comes undone in my arms while staring deep into my eyes. Witnessing her ecstasy and knowing that I made her come pushes me towards my own release.
“Fuck, Holly. I’m going to come.” Before I have time to ask if I can come inside her or not, it’s too late. I explode, filling her full. It was probably wrong of me to do that, but I couldn’t help myself and my body wouldn’t listen to my brain to hold off. In its own twisted way, I think my body took control and marked its territory. I kiss her face all over. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s okay, Trip,” she says, effectively cutting me off with a kiss. “I wanted you to.”
I tilt my head and stare into her blue eyes. “You did?”
She nods and plays with the hair on the nape of my neck. “I didn’t want you to stop. It felt so good.”
I sigh. “I’m glad you’re not mad at me. I promise to try and be more careful next time.”
She grins while she’s still tightly wrapped around me. “Who says there will be a next time?”
I bite her bottom lip. “Because I know how much you like it. I even got you to beg.”
She smacks my shoulder, playfully. “Jerk.”
I shrug. “You know you like me that way.”
She giggles as pull out of her and set her on her feet. “Yeah…maybe I do.”
She bends over to pick up her discarded towel and I smack her naked ass. “Hurry up and get dressed. We have lots of work to do if we’re going to have a motocross competition with a special guest performance by Black Falcon here soon.”
Holly rubs her ass and stands straight up. Her wide eyes show just how excited she is about my band playing here. “Oh, my God! You got them to say yes?”
My mouth pulls into a lopsided grin. “Of course I did.”
She squeals and throws her arms around my neck. “This is fantastic. Thank you.”
I stare down at her face and seeing her so happy makes my chest feel warm. I never thought doing something for someone else would make me so happy. It’s here in this moment that I know Holly appreciates me as a person. Unlike most of the women I sleep with, she doesn’t know me as the famous rock star that has lots of money and could be her meal ticket. This girl seems to like me for me, not what I can give to her. What is a simple gesture to me—asking my friends for a favor—seems to mean the world to her. It’s then I decide once I make her see I’m a good man, despite my crazy past and celebrity status, I’m going to spoil her with a whole lot more. “You’re most welcome.”
Chapter 13
Holly and I sit at the countertop in the front office, cuddling next to each other as she jots down a list of things we’ll need for the event. We already have the basics down, like contacting sponsors and riders, but there is so much more to this business than I even knew. It’s going to take me a while to learn everything. Thank God I have Holly here to help me with everything.
She pulls a Rolodex from under the counter and begins flipping through it. “Who are you calling?”
“We need riders for the event. The bigger the names in the sport we attract, the more money major sponsors will throw our way. We’ll need prize money.”
I scratch the back of my head. “How much do you think we’ll actually need? Maybe I can get the band to donate.”
She shakes her head. “We can’t ask them to do that. They’re giving enough already just by coming here and performing.”
“I know they would contribute. It’s not like they don’t need the tax write-off, anyhow.”
Holly bites her lower lip to try and contain her smile. “That would make things so much easier.” The smile on her face turns into a frown as her line of sight trails off into the distance like she’s lost in thought. “Trying to get money off larger companies is like pulling teeth. It’s one of the main reasons Dad stopped holding events here. Once the attendance dwindled the sponsorships stopped too. There is no way the track can fund something like that on its own, and Dad doesn’t have a penny saved up because Grace always figures out a way to take it.”
It kills me to see her hurting like this. I wish there was a way to take the pain that she feels when she thinks about her mother away, but the past isn’t something we can change. God knows how many times I wish I could go back and convince myself to not marry Jessica. She put me through pure hell, and I can tell Holly’s mother has done the same to her.
What makes it worse is that I know Grace’s fault Bill is ill. Eventually, Bill’s secret will come out, and when it does Holly will hate her mother even more. Not saying that I blame her. From what I’ve gathered, Grace is a selfish woman. Holly is the complete opposite. Instead of always taking from people for her own personal gain, she gives. She quit school to help her father, and stopped riding dirt bikes because that fucker Jackson told her he didn’t like her doing it. Giving up those two things alone proves she isn’t a selfish person.
I take the pen out of her hand and lay it on the counter before threading my fingers through hers. “I think things are going to start getting better for you and Bill now.”
Her eyes search my face. “How can you be so sure?”
I open my mouth to tell her everything—to tell her I have enough money to take care of her and Bill and turn this place into a Mecca for motocross. But the fear of rejection won’t allow me to. If I tell her, and she hates
