* * * *
Giving her team the night off to celebrate without her, Jonica hurried home, showered and changed. Digging through the contracts, she found Derrick’s business address. After a call to her best friend and her best friend calling some contacts, Jonica had Derrick’s home address scribbled on a piece of paper. Taking a deep breath, she took one last look at herself and rushed out the door.
She stopped, bought a bottle of wine and after searching, she was on her way to see Derrick. It was late by then, after ten at night, but she prayed he was home and would see her. When she pulled up across from his house she was shocked. She felt horrible bringing her piece of crap car into a neighborhood like this, but she wouldn’t let her mind tell her what to do anymore.
She knocked on the front door even though darkness was the only thing she saw through the windows. A light flicked on and the door was yanked open.
“Hi,” Jonica greeted him shyly. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry, Jonica?”
Derrick folded his arms over his bare, massive chest. He leveled his gaze on her and suddenly she felt small. She bowed her head.
“I freaked,” she admitted. “I didn’t mean to, but I let myself start thinking and then the fear just kinda seeped right in—Derrick, I am so sorry.”
He said nothing, simply stared at her with those unreadable, blue eyes. The silence that passed between them had Jonica feeling as if she committed an unforgiveable sin.
“Say something,” she implored him. “Anything.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he rasped. “I understand you were scared, Jonny. But I expected you to at least tell me your fears—let me know you are terrified.”
“And what would you have said? I could see it in my head you mocking me, Derrick, and I didn’t want that. When it comes to—can I come in?”
He stepped aside and she walked by him. She entered the house, enthralled by the vastness and beauty of it. She remembered she was in trouble trying desperately to earn his forgiveness. There was no time to admire his home.
Turning to face him she held out the bottle of wine. “Peace offering?”
Derrick accepted, but didn’t speak. He walked by her and she followed him. He flipped the lights on to expose a large kitchen; state of the art she could tell from just a cursory glance. She leaned against the counter and watched as he placed the bottle into the fridge before closing it and resting his back against it. He refolded his arms and stared at her.
“It’s been two years since I’ve been with anyone—three years since I’ve been with anyone seriously and after you left I started thinking about what happened with us that night you came to my place and I don’t know—I felt ashamed.”
“Ashamed? Why?”
“I was out of control. Didn’t you notice how wild I was? That was something that is totally new to me—begging and pleading...” She bowed her head afraid of what she might see in his eyes.
Jonica didn’t see or feel him move. The next thing she knew he lifted her chin and peered into her eyes. “I’m going to say something to you, Jonica, and I want, no I need you to hear me.”
She nodded.
“I’m different than any of the other men you’ve ever had or will ever have. I don’t like a shy woman. In my world my woman has to be intelligent. She has to be the kind of woman who can hold a logical conversation and willing to take risks with me. In my bed, Jonny, she has to be wild and free. She has to know when to give pleasure and when to take it. I don’t want a damsel, Jonica. I’ve had my fair share of those; women that wanted me to save them and I’m nobody’s hero. I’m drawn to you because you are fearless. You’re intelligent and so damn sexy. You spoke your mind and in my bed you told me what you wanted, what would make your body pleasure mine.”
He stopped and caressed her chin gently. “Don’t be ashamed of that. We were two consenting adults doing things to each other that we couldn’t have helped even if we wanted to. Don’t whither on me, Jonny. Give me that same firecracker who called me in the middle of the night for me to tuck her in.”
Jonica smiled, and tried to lower her head.
“No—don’t do that. Another thing my woman has to be, is proud.”
“Do you think I can be all those things?” Jonica met his gaze. “I may look fearless, Derrick, but deep inside I’m scared.”
“Then if you’re scared all you have to do is tell me. I can take it from there because if we are being honest there will be times when I will be scared, too. I know most men wouldn’t admit it, but seeing you tear-ass around that track on two wheels—when I think about it now it scares the hell out of me.”
She smiled at his confession and reached up to press a kiss to his chin before snuggling her face into his chest. Slowly, she inhaled his scent. “But if you will let me, I’ll always come back to you.”
“If I’d let you? I don’t think I could keep you away. Now, I know you said you brought me the wine as a peace offering, but I have a better idea.”
“Oh?” Jonica lifted her head from his chest to see his eyes dancing at her.
Derrick stood back from her while undoing the button to her pants. He pushed them down her legs and lifted her by her waist. He placed her on the counter and spread her legs. Kneeling before her, he hiked her legs up until they were over his shoulders, then leaning forward, plunging his tongue into her.
* * * *
Jonica wailed for him and Derrick growled like a hungry animal. He gripped her thighs and pulled her forward onto his tongue. She instantly began dripping into his mouth, over his tongue and coating the counter beneath her. He sighed, sucking at her, licking her. Her fingers tightened in his hair and all he could do was seek out more of her juices. Tasting again felt as though quenching his thirst after a long drought. He ached to bring her pleasure, to have her burst around his tongue.
“Derrick, oh, I’ve missed—you...”
He groaned his reply into her, pushing her legs wider apart and inserting one finger into her channel. He felt her tightness and withdrew the finger as his tongue danced frantically back and forth over her clit. He shoved the finger forward once more and she dug her nails into his shoulders. She gushed into his mouth like he wanted. Her body shuddering violently, he pressed his mouth over her tender bud and sucked. She caught the back of his head and for a moment pulled him away. He swirled his tongue over it and she yelped happily, pushing his face into her. That was what Derrick wanted. He loved feeling her hot and draining for him.
She broke again and he released her, just so she could breathe. He didn’t give her much time before ripping her shirt apart. The material was shredded and on the floor before he realized what he was doing. He grabbed the front of her bra and it too snapped and lay somewhere in the kitchen. Her large breasts bounced free before his eyes, and with a primal sound, he captured one into his mouth.
Her nipple hardened instantly and he caught it between his teeth. He remembered how she loved them to be abused and bitten.
“Oh yes, baby.” She sighed.
Derrick moved his mouth to the next nipple and showed it the same attention. He was feeling a little out of control, but knew he had to hold on. He had been too damn long without her. His cock brushed the counter and his body jerked. Feeling helpless against the electric charge storming through his body, Derrick whimpered and shoved his face into Jonica’s neck.
“I think you should bend me over that chair, Derrick.” Her breathy voice tore through his head.
“And do what—say it, Jonica.”
“I couldn’t.”
“Remember what I said, Jonny? Proud.”
“Take me from behind.”
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, doing as she asked.
He placed her on her feet and bent her over the chair. She braced against it on her hands while he unzipped his pants, and buried himself fully within her.
“Shit!” he uttered. She was burning him alive. Squeezing the life out of him an
d he didn’t give a damn. He wanted her to take it all. Gripping her hips, he drove his dick into her until he could hear the distinct slapping of skin against skin. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but with every sound she made, every movement of her body he could feel his dick tightening. She mewled and whimpered, screaming his name and trying to reach back to scratch him with her nails. He grabbed her hands and restrained them behind her against her lower back. Now using them as leverage he drove into her until she was cuming fiercely.
Derrick released her hands and pulled her from him. Spinning her around, he fell into the chair and pulled her into his lap so her legs were together, her back to him, and her ass sticking out. He pulled her to sit down, impaling herself on him. “Ride me, baby,” he told her vulgarly.
Taking her hips, he helped her along, but not by much. She bounced up and down on him as if her life depended on it, but he wasn’t happy yet. He turned her around and watched her jerk upward and down on him. Her beautiful, chocolate breasts danced in his face until he stuck his tongue out. With each movement, her nipple would drag over his tongue until he felt her juices running down between his own legs.
“Are you cuming, baby?” he asked needlessly. He could feel her muscles clamping around him. But speaking dirty to her made her wild.
Derrick’s toes curled and he grabbed her hair. Without warning he brought her mouth down over his and shoved his tongue into her heat. That was all he could manage before he burst inside her. His whole body went stiff as a board and his eyes widened. He snapped his mouth from her as his orgasm tore through him. She dragged her nails down his chest and the sweetness of her nails digging into his flesh sent another orgasm through him. It was so beautiful that it was almost painful. He was left speechless and mindless. Anything she wanted she could have asked him for at that moment and he would have gladly given it to her. She didn’t release him; instead, Jonica lifted her body until only the head of his dick was inside her. She grabbed his hair and yanked his head back shoving her breast into his mouth.
“Suck it!” she ordered.
* * * *
Jonica was in heaven. He latched onto her nipple, sucking, licking it and even though she thought her body was spent, she felt herself coming again. She pulled her breast from him and slumped into his chest, panting as if she ran a couple marathons back to back. When his arms snaked around her, happiness flooded her fully.
“Der—Derrick—”
“Breathe, sweetie.” He kissed her head. “I’ll carry you to my bedroom soon, but right now I don’t think I can move or that my legs would hold me up.”
She smiled and allowed her eyes to slip shut. “I wanted to tell you I qualified.”
“I know,” he whispered.
Weakly, she lifted her head to look into his eyes. “You know? How?”
“I didn’t know if you wanted me there—I watched it on the sports channel here.”
Jonica gave in and fell against his chest again with a smile. “I was a fool, Derrick.”
“I know, sweetie—but you’re here now.”
Epilogue
One Month Later–The Shinobi Grand Prix
With her new black and red racing suit on, Jonica took a look at herself in the mirror and smiled. She pulled a trench coat over herself and hurried through the hall back to her private garage where Derrick, Andrew, Jason and her team waited for her. As soon as she walked in, Maggie walked in afterward with a frown.
“Can you believe those people at the gate? Giving me a damn hard time,” Maggie muttered while she engulfed Jonica in a hug. “Hey baby girl. Derrick.”
“Hi, Maggie.” Derrick smirked. He had grown his hair out even longer and had it tied back. “You ready, Jonny?”
Jonica shook her head. “I’m scared.”
To her constant amazement, Derrick pulled her into his arms and kissed her head. “It’s all right. There is no pressure, okay? You qualified. Now you just have to do your best. Ignore everyone else, the people in this room are all that matters and we already think you’re a winner. Got that?”
She kissed his pulse and stepped back from him with a bright smile. She actually felt better to hear him say that.
“It’s your trophy and your million dollar prize,” Andrew added.
“Those bastards are just in your way.” Jason grinned boyishly. “You can’t let them get what’s yours.”
“He’s right!” Maggie stepped forward. “You’ve had to earn your way to this point. It’s about time for some good, dontcha think?”
Jonica took time to hug her best friend and the new friend she found in Jason Merriman. She then gave each of her team members a high five, and shoved from her coat.
“Ready for them to see you sponsoring the girl?” Jonica reached in and pinched Derrick’s ass.
“I’ll pay you back for that later,” Derrick teased and kissed her. “And yes. I’m ready for them to see me sponsoring the girl—my girl.”
Together, they all walked from the garage, Jonica led the charge rolling her cycle as they went. She stopped and waited until they called her name to get into the number one spot. No one expected her to have a sponsor; that was what all the news shows were saying. One guy even went as far as to say anyone one who sponsored her would have to be crazy because she didn’t have a chance in hell of winning. It was perfectly all right with Jonica though—she was used to watching people eat their words.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is that time again!” the voice boomed over the speakers stationed strategically around the stadium. “Starting in number one, Miss Jonica Samuels, sponsored by Maverick Productions Studios.” There was a collective sigh, but Jonica gave her man a kiss and accepted reassuring smiles from her crew and best friend. She climbed onto her cycle and taxied it in place.
“You actually showed up?” The racer beside her smirked before slipping his visor in place. “Just because you’re sleeping with Bridger doesn’t mean you deserve to be here.”
“We’ll see who deserves to be here when you’re choking on my dust,” was the only thing she said in reply. She shouldn’t have even dignified his childish taunts with a reply, but she was tired of their bull shit.
When the race finally started, Jonica remembered everything she had ever been taught about the cycle. A few cycles past her, but she wasn’t worried. As long as she didn’t fall back too far she would be fine. They had thirty laps and she wanted to pace herself. The ladies had done a wonderful job; her baby was no longer dragging. It fired forward and she shifted her body ever so slightly into the corner. Glancing over her shoulder quickly, she zoomed by another racer and beat a few others to the next corner.
By the time the last lap arrived, Jonica was running third. Her heart was slamming inside her and her adrenaline was firing perfectly. Inhaling as normally as she could, she relaxed her grip and cranked her bars. She sped up, slowly released the break around a corner and once she was straight once more she shot forward sliding easily past one cycle to ease into second place.
It’s your trophy and your million dollar prize.
Those bastards are just in your way.
You can’t let them get what’s yours.
Growling, she added more throttle, overtaking the rider that had been taunting her at the beginning of the race. She was now in the lead. All she had to do was keep focus, stay on the cycle and let them tail her over the line. Hunching lower over the belly of her beast, Jonica pressed her teeth into a thin line and eyed the checker flag waving viciously far head of her. That was where she wanted to go. She could feel the other cycle trying to past her. She kicked her cycle into gear and shot forward and right over the finish line. The crowd was on their feet, screaming and waving their arms. Once more she was confused as to what was happening. She continued going, gradually adding brake to slow down.
“Andrew!” she screamed into the radio. “Andrew! What happened?”
“You made the flag!” Both Andrew’s and Derric
k’s voices echoed in her head.
She was cruising before lifting both hands off the handle bars in triumph. “Yeah baby! That is what I’m talkin’ about!” she called into the radio. “You guys are amazing! Thank you!”
She knew that would be in every news broadcast that night because the media was given access to monitor their radios.
“Go take your flag, Jonny!” Derrick called.
Instead, she rode the cycle over to the side, shoved her helmet off her head and hung it on her handle bar. She climbed the fence and leaped into Derrick’s arms.
“You did it, baby!” he screamed, twirling her around. “You did it! I love you so much.”
“That’s the best prize right there.” Jonica had tears in her eyes. “I love you too, Derrick Anthony Bridger.”
She laughed and covered his lips with hers. That was the best kiss she ever experienced. She was a million dollars richer, she had the title so many craved, and she had the sexiest man in the world holding her. Before she could delve too deep, she felt arms being wrapped around her from behind. Derrick lowered her to the ground and her team dove on her. Jonica laughed as they jumped together in unison with their hands in the air showing the world they were indeed number one.
They all ran toward the platform, but only Jonica was allowed to go up. She lifted her chin proudly, stepped by the racer that had been taunting her earlier and climbed to the highest part of the platform.
“Ladies and gentlemen—” the owner of the Shinobi Grand Prix called into the microphone. “It is my greatest pleasure to present the winner of the 2010 Shinobi Grand Prix, Miss Jonica Samuels with the trophy. Congratulations!”
She bowed her head to accept the medal he placed around her neck before accepting the giant trophy. Though it was heavy, she raised it above her head and she could have sworn, at that very moment, every woman in the stadium was on their feet cheering for her.
* * * *
That night, after watching the news to see all of them playing her win over and over, Jonica was about to flip the television off when she heard the tid-bit from her radio after the race.
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