Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Harlow is undeniably pleased by my reaction while giggling to herself. We get out and the riders are warming up, doing laps on the track and the occasional whip. I ask her, “How did you know that I’m into motocross?”
“Don’t be mad.”
“I couldn’t possibly be mad about this,” I say before dropping a kiss on her shoulder. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“Good. I asked my dad about what you used to like to do when you were my age, and he told me you used to ride motocross and do stunts. I looked up motocross, found this competition, and here we are,” she says.
I drop another kiss on her bare shoulder.
“I am beyond touched by this, Harlow, and when we get home, I am going to show you just how much I appreciate it.”
“Promise?” she flirts.
“I guarantee it. I’m going to make you walk crooked for a week,” I growl. She giggles.
“There’s a restroom around here somewhere, in case you can’t wait.”
I laugh. “Oh, no. I get to watch the stunt riders, and then I fuck you silly.”
She grins. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Mister.”
We take our seats, and I shade my eyes from the lights.
“I’m surprised Brent even remembers my old hobby because I’d almost given it up completely by the time we met.”
Harlow nods.
“No, Dad remembers. He said you rode a bike around campus, but it wasn’t like anyone else’s bike, and when he asked you about it, you freaked him out by doing some sort of flip. Apparently, that made an impression that he hasn’t forgotten to this very day.”
I smile. “I guess so.”
“How did you get into motocross by the way?”
I grin at the memory.
“Like anything else. You get a bike, and your friends dare you to do something stupid. You do it, they’re impressed. One thing leads to another and soon you’re obsessed.”
“Yeah, but a lot of it looks as scary as hell,” she says while gazing out at the riders.
I smile, lost in thought.
“I wonder if I could still manage a heel clicker.”
“A what?”
It’s my turn to explain the finer points of motocross, and I enjoy it. I tell Harlow the names of a couple tricks and how the riders are judged. She listens with real interest and asks smart questions. Part of me is reliving the past, but a bigger part of me is focused on my future, with Harlow by my side.
As I go through the files on my computer, I’m only half paying attention. After the motocross exhibition, we spent the rest of the weekend in bed because I can never keep my hands off Harlow. In fact, she came into my office this morning, and I can still feel her mouth on my cock. Her lipstick ring is still at the base, come to think of it. That girl really is an artist, not to mention her watercolors are good, too.
Unfortunately for us, this week Brent is in town, so we have to be well-behaved. It fucking sucks. I wish we could just be out in the open about everything, especially since Harlow leaves for school soon, but we both know better than that.
My eyes glaze over while I scroll through another PowerPoint presentation of data no one actually cares about. My fingers drum by themselves. I don’t even realize it until I hear that I’m tapping to the beat to a song Harlow sang in her sleep three nights ago. She was so cute with her mangled lyrics. “Relax, said the nightmare. We are programmed to be seen …” I had to stop myself from laughing, just so I could hear her butcher Hotel California.
Come to think of it, I should take Harlow to California one day. I bet she’d love the art scene there, not to mention the beauty of Napa. We could do a wine country tour, and then I’ll take her to a boutique hotel where we’ll …
Suddenly, my office door bursts open and it’s Brent, shouting and red.
“What the fuck is this?!”
He shoves his phone into my face and forces me to watch a camera feed of the basement bathroom from two weeks ago. Harlow is on the countertop, her legs spread. I’m on my knees, using her thighs as earmuffs as she tosses her head back in a silent moan. Oh shit. We didn’t think anyone would find the footage, but obviously, her father has. I hold my hands up in a placating manner, even as my heart pounds. Shit!
“Brent, calm down-
“The fuck did you just say to me? Calm down?”
“Just listen.”
“I am three seconds from kicking your ass, Gray.”
“Let me explain.”
But my friend is too enraged to hear and cuts me off again.
“I will knock you into next week if you don’t say this was all some sort of prank! But what kind of fucking prank is this?”