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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
Same Old Trip
Trip
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 me, I m not sure I can recover.
I tuck a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. I m going to take care of you, Holly. Anything
you want, it s now my job to make sure you have it.
She smiles and leans her cheek into my hand. You shouldn t promise me the world because
when you say stuff like that, I feel like you can actually make that happen.
It is the truth. I ll always find a way.
The sound of the office door opening startles me and I pull away from Holly just as Bill shuffles
in. His shoulders sag as he makes his way towards his office, before plopping down in the chair at the
desk. I know he doesn t want Holly to know just how sick he actually is, but by the looks of him, I
don t know how much longer he can keep up the pretense his fatal illness will go away.
Holly stands up and slides the stool back under the counter as she leans against the doorframe of
Bill s office. You don t look so good, Dad. I think it s time you let me to take you to the hospital.
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