Page 68 of Narrow Margins
“I think that’s acceptable, we all have plenty to deal with here. But, we will be at some of the races, of course.” Ryan speaks up. He’s been surprisingly quiet throughout this but he is good at keeping his head down if he needs to, I guess the army taught the both of us that.
“Have you thought of a name? I’m sorry, but De’ath of You Racing doesn’t have a good ring to it.” Griff coughs out a laugh.
“Yeah, we have, it’s just going to be McMahon Racing.” Troy explains. “I’m putting my name on it.” This is finally something for Raff to smile about.
I’ve tried to tune out the boring shit about mechanics, drivers and a million other parts I’ll have to take on board, but not today. “How much longer?” I look over at the men now running my boyfriend’s brand-new life. Troy, glancing up and finding me scowling, coughs.
“Come on, guys, let’s go. I think we really have outstayed our welcome now.” He shuffles the papers together and stacks them neatly together—always the perfectionist.
“I’m going to need to set up a press conference, guys, so, can we meet tomorrow to get our diaries sorted? You will all need to be there.” I study Griff, he seems relaxed as he smiles at me.
“Good idea, Corr, lets meet straight after lunch.” Troy smiles.
I hear the crack and his moan as Raff stands up and stretches his back. “Y’know, this could have all been done in a room with much more comfortable chairs.”
“Oh, quit your moaning, old man; I’ll give you a massage when we get home.” Troy runs his hand down my brother’s back and I’m sure I saw him squeeze his ass. He whispers something in Raff’s ear that causes him to smile and nod his head.
We stand at the front door and watch the four men, brothers and husbands, drive away. I peer at Griff as Troy’s Ferrari glides gracefully around the bend in the long drive and moves out of sight. My eyebrows raise and we burst out laughing; I don’t think either of us can quite believe the turnaround of events this evening.
“What the fuck?” Griff laughs out loud. “Did you see how much they are going to pay me? Fuck, Corr, this is unbelievable. I get to ride one of the best bikes in the world, and get paid to do it, and I get to travel the world again. But the icing on the cake is, I get to do it with you. Jesus, who the fuck would have thought it? Do you think I can get Pipes back? I wonder if he’s interested. Maybe I should call him? No, I should wait until I’ve seen the set-up from the guy with the bikes. Shit, I can’t remember what his name is.”
I stand quietly while Griff’s mouth works as fast as his brain, delirium oozing off him. “Do I have to find something to put in your mouth to stop you talking, sweetheart?”
Griff looks at me like I’m crazy, then my words seep into his brain and his cute smile breaks out on his gorgeous face. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he replies, “What have you got in mind?”
“How about leftover takeaway?” I joke. “I’m sure we can heat it up again.”
“I think you’ve got something hot and tasty on you already.” He quips.
“Let’s go and see which one is ready first.” My hand already rubs down the front of my shorts, trying to calm my burgeoning hard-on.
“Oh, I know which one is perfect for me.” Griff drags me indoors and back into the living room. Propelling me back on the sofa, I collapse as his hands undo the zipper.
I wake up the next morning with Griff wrapped around my body. I never thought I would find someone who completes me. And never would I in my wildest dreams have thought that the man I followed as a fan on the race track would end up in my bed. A chuckle of disbelief bubbles up at the turn of events this last month has had.
“Stop moving, I can feel you fidgeting and I’m too tired to wake up.” A husky, sleep-filled voice mumbles against my chest.
“Sorry, sweetheart, just taking stock of my life and wondering how the hell I ended up with you in my bed.” I stroke his back and feel his hum of contentment rather than hear it.
“Because you’re gorgeous, sexy, funny, hot, dirty, sexy. Did I say sexy?” Griff lifts his head to look at me and there’s a glint in his eye I’ve learnt to recognize.
“You did, but I don’t mind, you can say that as often as you want.”
“Okay, sexy, bossy, but mainly lucky, because you are.” Then he grins and dives on me, his hands roaming freely over me.
“Oh yeah, lucky. I’ll show you lucky.” I twist and turn him over so he’s on his back. “You really want more?”
“I will always want more, I want everything you have to offer me, just as everything I have is yours.” The fun, joking time is gone as we stare into each other’s eyes, drinking in the unspoken words. Leaning down to kiss him, his legs part and I slip between them. Moments later, I slide inside him.
I don’t think anything will ever get better than this: making love in the warm, morning sunshine, knowing that you get to do this forever with the same man.
We finally make it into work and I find we have been allocated an office. Griff simply grins at me.
“Looks like you’re finally a hotshot manager so, you best go and manage, or organize, or whatever the hell you’re supposed to do.”
“What are you going to do while I bash my head against the wall trying to work out what it is I’m doing?” I smile and look at the folder placed in the center of the desk.
“I’m going to the gym, I need to get back to race strength. I’ll catch you later, baby.” Dropping a kiss on my gaping mouth, he saunters out, whistling as he goes.