Free Racing to Love - Brody's Love by Amy Gregory Page A

months, they’d be sharing the motorhome with Molly
while they were on the road for the exhibition tour she had been
asked to do.
    Priding himself on his iron-tight
control, it was almost more than he could handle, seeing the warm
brown eyes staring at him full of longing and need. Quiet wasn’t
Erin’s strong suit, but there she stood, waiting, silently. When
her lips parted…his jeans instantly constricted him.
    “ Sugar, you’ve gotta quit
looking at me like that.”
    The way she blinked innocently in
response upped his pain level several notches. He was going to be
damned lucky to get them both home alive without wrecking on the
way. Fifteen minutes was a long time when one was in agony or
horny—or in his case, both.
    Thank God Molly was near. The revving
of the engine as she downshifted her bike alerted him that she was
quickly approaching, interrupting the sexual tension that had grown
ten-fold since he’d started this little game with Erin this
morning. A plan that had spun around and bit him in the ass, and he
knew without a doubt, he’d remember this little lesson for a long,
long while.
    “ Brody…” It was just a
whisper, but it was the way Erin said it—she was
begging.
    “ Oh, God, Erin. You’re
killing me.”
    Muttering under his breath, he
positioned her in front of him to hide the bulge in his jeans from
his sister, barely getting Erin in place before Molly rode up.
Keeping one arm around Erin’s waist, Brody spoke over her shoulder.
“You’re done. It’s not worth the risk. You felt your back tire,
right?”
    A hiss escaped through his clenched
teeth. Fully aware of what she was doing, the little minx rubbed
her backside against his erection. Molly’s eyes were on Erin and
she was grinning unabashedly, just like a Cheshire cat. His
downfall? His girlfriend and his sister were best friends. Shaking
her head in what could only be amusement, Molly glanced back at
him.
    “ You apparently didn’t hear
me cussing you up one side and down the other? Eh, yeah—I felt it,
all right. Plus, it’s just too damned cold out here.” Molly’s eyes
went back to Erin’s and her face lit up. “So, you ready for this?”
she asked, grinning like a damn fool.
    What is it with
everyone?
    This was going to be an experience for
all of them. Brody wasn’t ready yet to lay down money on just how
good of one it’d turn out to be. Four months was a hell of a long
time to be on the road, especially with only a couple trips home in
between.
    When Molly had retired from racing,
then retired a second time from competing freestyle, she
transitioned into a money maker. It was both a blessing and a
curse. While Molly’s pretty face and killer body had modeling
contracts being offered to her left and right, it was the crazies
that Brody worked overtime to protect her from.
    After he’d been forced to retire from
his own riding career, he slid into the full-time role of Molly’s
manager, relieving his father. Traveling with her to riding
exhibitions and photo shoots was not a hardship for any man, and up
until now, the longest they had ever been gone at one time was
barely over two weeks.
    Now they were talking four freaking
months. Four months away from home, four months on the road, four
months away from his own bed and the privacy it allowed Erin and
him.
    It wasn’t an option to turn down the
job request. A dear friend of the family had called last minute,
and without thinking twice, his father, James, said yes without
talking to either Molly or him regarding the details. Traveling the
men’s pro racing circuit with Molly as sort of a pre-show
exhibition rider was intriguing and daunting at the same
time.
    Erin would be there with them, of
course, but four months was enough to make him question his
father’s sanity. It was a hell of a long time to be gone, but it
seemed like an eternity when he was solely responsible for Molly’s
safety. Their mechanic, Joey, was packing up to go too, but even
with Joey