Ryder

Chapter 39

I wake the next morning with a hot body in front of me, and I'm nestled between his cheeks. I thrust slightly, unable to help myself. It"s where I always end up when we sleep together: him in front and me nestled between his cheeks. I can't get enough of him; this is my favourite way to wake up. I slide back and forth a few times before he groans and squirms, and I grin against his shoulder.

"Morning, princess." I nip along his shoulder, and he shudders in my arms. I slide my arm under his waist and my other arm, I slide between his cheeks, and I open him up for me before sliding in so gently that he grinds against me.

I normally fuck him hard, and I love it, but I wanna make love to him. I wanna feel it, all the emotion, the intensity, and I slide in and out of him, holding him against me while he writhes at the difference in the way I'm taking him. I hold his body against mine and slowly fuck into him. "Ryder… Jesus, what the hell."

I know he feels it, too. There's a connection, something more than fucking, and my heart swells. I whisper into his ear, not the usual dirty talk, though.

"I love you so much, Arch. You feel so good."

He groans, and I smile and hold him against me.

"I could so easily get lost in the feel of you, Arch. Jesus, I fucking love you."

My pulse quickens at my words, and I feel his chest pounding. "Ryder." He gasps. "I love you. I love you so much."

There"s no rush, and as we cum. I can't help but feel like the luckiest man alive. I can't believe that my mortal enemy actually became one of the most important people in my life.

I head out to the starting line with a lighter feeling, a love so strong I know we can overcome anything together, and a newfound sense of calm. I take off into the bottleneck and grin as I give it everything my bike has got. The team supply the bikes now, and damn if this bike isn't the ever-living fucking dream. Dad also looked over it, but we didn't tell anyone. He loves it as much as I do.

I reach the bottleneck in third, and fuck, this is a great start. Coming out into the first turn, we're neck and neck. I undercut one of them, bringing me into second place, and I power down straight to the whoops, hitting everyone perfectly and picking up speed. I head to the jump.

The feeling of weightlessness before crashing back to earth makes me lightheaded. I power into the corner, then the next straight after. As we come around past the starting line again, I grin. I can see my family all screaming for me, and Arch looks so happy. I accelerate for a second longer than the guy in front of me and sail through the bottleneck, diving out of the corner with everything I have. I push and push, and when I scream over the finish line in first, everyone erupts. I can see the team jumping up and down, and my family is all there. At this moment, I know I've made it.