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Chapter 38

The weekend flies by so fast. We spend the entirety of it fucking all over the house, and when Sunday comes, one of the staff members informs me my parents aren't coming home. I can't help the wave of disappointment and frustration that falls over me. I want to smash everything up and destroy it all again, but I don't see the point after last time. When I got back, everything was replaced and back in its place like it never happened, and when I brought it up to my parents, they dismissed it as if nothing had happened. I just want them to notice me. I just want to be loved; at this point, it would be nice to be seen.

As I stand on the steps with Ryder in my arms, I can't help but feel alone, worse than ever now, because now I know what it's like to have someone, and as I watch him walk away, it's one of the hardest things to do.

"You're coming at the weekend, aren't you?" He asks when he reaches the car, and I know he has mixed feelings. It's his first outing with the team, and he wants me there, but he doesn't want me to think I have to be if I'm uncomfortable. But I want to be there to support him. I want to be there as his boyfriend, his partner, and lover, and most of all, I want to see the track whores faces knowing he's now mine.

I smile at him. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." Now I've just got to get through the week without him, and all alone by the looks of it.

So, I spend the week watching gay porn watching for tricks and different ways I can try and blow his mind. I want to make sure I can keep him interested. I know he fucked a lot of guys before, and the last thing I want is for him to get bored of me.

The week drags, and my parents don't come home, but I'm forced to go and work in the office for two days. It's pointless. I just wander around looking bored and important when the company really runs itself. There are that many people there doing it all, and it runs like clockwork. I sigh as I grab my lunch in my office. It's next to Father's, but he has not been here all week. I watch everyone bustle around with things to do, and I sit at my desk, searching for ways to thrill my boyfriend.

When the weekend comes, I'm anxious: will he have time for me? Will he want me there? Are his parents gonna be there, and what about Jay? If Jay's there, he's such a personality that I will feel a little on the sidelines. They have that way about them where they know what each other's thinking, what they're going to say, and with just a look, it's like they have a whole conversation, and it's a connection Ryder and I will never have.

As I park up, I stroll through the gates and head to the paddock, where there are teams everywhere. I spot the team Ryder's a part of, and I head over. John smiles as I approach, reaching out to shake my hand. "Archibald, nice to see you again. What brings you here?"

My name is yelled from the back somewhere, and I spin, and Ryder crashes into my arms, nearly knocking me off my feet. He leans down and kisses me before everyone, and I blush slightly. John nods and walks away.

"Oh my god, you made it. I'm so excited. Come on, Mum and everyone are round the back."

He takes my hand and drags me to find them. Once we've said our hellos, he's called to a meeting, but he leans in and kisses me breathlessly before he goes. I feel my face flame as he walks away, leaving me with his family. I'm so out of my comfort zone it's unreal, and Jay is glaring at me, arms crossed over his chest like he wants me to fuck right off.

His mum pulls me over, and they sit around a small table and share stories about Ryder when he was younger and all the things he and Jay got up to as kids. And although it's difficult for me, his mum is nice and makes me feel so welcome. His dad grumbles about being bored with nothing to do, but I suppose this was their time to fix the bikes together, so we talk bikes for a bit. However, we soon realise that I actually know nothing about bikes other than riding them.

When Ryder comes back, he takes his dad on a tour around the team setup and by the time they're back, it"s time to head out for the race. He's so handsome in his team colours, and we head to the sidelines to watch. Jay comes with me. "I'm watching you, ya know," he says, and I nod. I mean, what else do you say to that? "He actually loves you, ya know, and I don't want to see him get hurt."

"I love him too," is all I can get out.

Jay is slightly bigger than Ryder; there's not much in it, but he's covered in tattoos, which makes him look very intimidating. He has his own shop, and I've spent more than a few hours tracing over Ryder's tattoos, and I know Jay has done them all.

"I… um… I like Ryder's tattoos," I say in the end, trying to strike up something we have in common, and he just replies with.

"Thanks."

I sigh and watch them line up for the race. After the starting straight, there's a bottleneck that heads down to a sharp berm, a row of whoops and then a large tabletop jump before back to another tight bend, then another, more whoops and a double before a fast straight into a large berm, then back to the start.

Ryder pulls off strong. He's in fifth, but as he gets towards the bottleneck, he accelerates instead of breaking and squeezes forward. I grin. He watches every move everyone makes and knows when to take chances. This is my first time watching him in a proper race. When you're a competitor, it's hard to see what others are doing and how they're doing it. He does his signature dig and turns to cut another place. He's now in third, and I know he won't be happy settling for that, so he throttles it and hits the top of every whoop perfectly, sailing over them and up to the double jump. He clears a good fifteen feet before he slams back down. The second he does, he's on the accelerator again, tight around the berm, then flips and tight around the second. I can't help but grin as he passes us. I can see why they chose him. He's unstoppable. He manages to pull into second the next lap just before the finish line. He's a fucking beast out there, and I now understand why I never stood a chance.

He comes over when we arrive back at the awning and gives everyone a hug. There's another race tomorrow, but he's done for the day. His family go to leave for the night. I'm confused. "Aren't you all staying for tomorrow?"

His mum shakes her head. "It's only an hour and a half away, so we're heading home and then back in the morning."

"Just wait a minute before you leave." I pull out my phone and make a call. When I walk back over to them, I have a massive smile on my face.

"I just called the hotel. There are a few rooms left if you want to stay. I would love to take you all out for dinner, if you'd like?"

"We can't accept that. That's too much, Archibald, but thank you."

"Please, I insist. I would love to get to know you all more."

Jay huffs. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I got you a room, too, Jay. Would you like to stay?"

I know he doesn't really like me, but I'm trying. And this is something I can actually do. He nods, but I don't miss the look he gives me.

We head back to our room in the hotel, and I can't wait to spend some time with Ryder. My phone rings as we enter the lobby. "It's my parents."

I nod outside as I leave to take it while they head up to their rooms. I'm pissed, as they give me a berating for not being home since I was the one who wanted to see them, and they're home a day early, apparently. When I argue they're actually a week late, I get another berating. I'm so fucking sick and tired of their bullshit. I wish I could just walk away and have the life I want with Ryder. I sigh, hang up and head up to the room. The only thing I want right now is for my boyfriend to bury himself as far inside me as he can. I crave his touch, his smell that encompasses me, but mostly, all I crave is him. But when I get there, Jay's lying on the bed, and Ryder's in a towel. Water slicks down his body. Jay's eyes never veer from Ryder's as I walk in. They're talking about something, but I just want to be with my man.

Jay sits up and crosses his legs, tapping the bed beside him, and I take a seat. They're talking so animatedly about this new piece Jay has been working on for Ryder.

"You're getting a new tattoo?" I ask. He hasn't said anything about a new tattoo, but I suppose it's a regular thing for him.

"Yup," Jay says smugly, and Ryder turns to me and shakes his head.

"I saw that!" Jay points at Ryder.

"I am not having your fucking face tattooed on me, Jay. I love you, but no, that ugly mug ain't coming nowhere near my work of art body."

My face scrunches up, and Jay shoves me off the bed, and I land with a thump on my arse.

"Just think, if I convince him to do it, while he fucks you, it will be my face staring back at you." Jay laughs.

Ryder swats Jay"s arm. "I am not having your face tattooed on me, period."

Jay just laughs. "We'll see." I climb up from the floor and sit back down again, and it feels… nice. Strange, but nice.

I wish I had a friendship with someone like they do.

I head to the shower while I leave them talking. I'm kind of miffed that Jay's here, cock blocking me, but I know they're excited about everything. I just wish I had a night to myself with my boyfriend. Then I sigh, as I could have had that, but I was trying to be nice, and then I sigh again, remembering that I said we would all go for dinner. I'm such a dick. I've only got myself to blame, and as I think that, the bathroom door clicks open, and I turn to see Ryder standing there, biting his lip.

"Room for a little one?" He cocks a sparkling gaze at me, and I look him up and down, laughing.

"There's nothing little about you."

He tosses the towel on the floor and stalks towards me.

"Jay?" I question, and he frowns.

"Nah, I'm Ryder. I'm better looking and stacks funnier."

I bark out laughing. "I meant, where's Jay?"

"Sent him to get ready so I could fuck the life out of you before we go out, to thank you for putting everyone up and taking us out. You didn't have to do that, you know. They would have happily gone home."

"I know… I just wanted to… do something nice for everyone as a thank you for being so nice to me today."

"How about I show you how thankful I am?"

"Huh. Just how thankful are you?"

He folds his arms across his chest. "Fuck you like I mean it, bent over, cheeks parted, in dry, slam up to my balls before destroying you till you can't stand, thankful."

"Deal." I groan out, already ready for all that. I turn and slide my cheeks open, and he groans, stepping in behind me.

I take a breath, ready for him to just slam in, when I feel him grab my hip and drop to his knees, licking straight up the back of my balls to my arse before forcing his tongue in. Thrusting it in and out, he releases a hip and slides his fingers in, and I rock back.

"Fuck." I groan. "Fuck, I've missed you."

He spears me with his tongue alternating between that and his fingers before rising and crashing into me. I scream out as he seats himself balls deep inside me.

"Fuck, you know how your screaming for me makes me wild, princess."

He reaches up and runs his hand down my spine, making me shudder. I push back against him, and he settles his hands back on my hips. He draws back and pulls me towards him as he slams back inside me over and over. I close my eyes and try to keep hold of my cheeks, and I can't help the dizzy head rush I get from being bent over. The way he makes my skin come alive, and the way every cell of my being loves the way he makes me feel, loves the way my skin itches when I'm not around him. Longing, because then when he does see me, he makes me feel like this, like I'm floating, drunk and in a daze, but mostly euphoric.

He slaps my cheek, making me gasp, before powering into me again. The way he pulls me back as he slams forward has him hitting all the right places, and my eyes dance. My chest pounds before I can figure out what's happening. Hot jets of cum are shooting out from my dick. I haven't even touched my dick. What the hell?

"Fuck, Ryder. Fuck."

He slams back into me a few more times before I feel him cum inside me, and fuck, how did I get so lucky? He pulls me up so our bodies are flush, and he nips and bites at my shoulder. I sag against him, feeling sated and totally loved.

The bang on the door makes us jump from the position we've left ourselves in.

"Stop fucking, I'm hungry!" Jay's voice comes through the door, and I shake my head. We scrub off as quick as we can before letting Jay in while we get dressed.

It's really nice being out with them all. We've only come to the pub down the road, but the food is okay and cheap, really cheap. The atmosphere around them all makes me long to be a part of this forever. I just hope I can be.