Free Fast and Loaded: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Roxy Sinclaire

rear, I heard him moan in pleasure.
    I picked up his shirt from the floor and tossed it unceremoniously at him. He caught it midair, the playful expression still dancing across his lips.
    “Get dressed Keys, we have work to do,” I said with a smile as I finished getting dressed.
    He sighed, “But it’s so early!”
    I rolled my eyes at him, “Is this how you always are? Too lazy to work?”
    I knew that wasn’t Desmond at all, but I was hoping my question would pull him out of bed. It worked as his eyes narrowed and the will to be the best at everything rose up inside of him once again.
    “You are a cold woman,” he muttered playfully as he pulled on his shirt.
    I smiled before opening the door and stepping into the hallway, “I know, but I really am the best.”
    I closed the door before he could argue with me. I knew that he would, it was just who he was. I was the same way, and it was great to finally meet someone who was capable of keeping up the banter with me. I wanted to tell him just how wonderful I thought he was, but it would have to wait.
    The last thing that either of us needed was an emotional distraction. Who knew if I was even going to be able to repair the damage done to Theresa?
    I rounded the corner and saw her sitting in the middle of the shop where we had left her last night. Seeing her brought back the flood of emotions from our time in bed. His touch, his warmth, his dick.
    I felt the butterflies in my stomach start to rise up and my garden growing moist at the memories. I quickly shook my head, I didn’t have time to think about his lips or any other part of Desmond’s body, I had work to do.
    Right away I popped open the hood and started looking around. The scanner was already in my hand, and I was working loose a bolt when Desmond finally emerged. It looked like he had fallen back to sleep. I couldn’t say that I was surprised; he didn’t really seem like the type to function on little or no sleep.
    “You really need to get ready for the rest of the race,” I muttered to him.
    “I know,” he replied with a lazy smile as he leaned against the car. “I would just like to know if there’s going to be a car for me to drive?”
    “I think so; I am working on the repairs now,” I replied.
    “Do you know that the third leg of the race isn’t just one part but two? It's spread out over back to back races during two days. It’s all about speed and points. Whoever wins tomorrow, will have a huge lead in the last race of the competition.” Desmond said.
    I looked at him in confusion, “You mean it’s not just one more race tomorrow?”
    He shook his head, “Nope, it's actually two races.”
    “Well,” I said to him as I wrenched free the piece that Luke had damaged, “It looks like you should get out there and shake some hands or do whatever it is that you do. Here’s the problem.”
    He took the piece from me and shook his head, “That son of a bitch.”
    I nodded my head in agreement, “You got lucky though, we have a spare. It will take me a few hours to switch them out. After that though, there’s no reason you shouldn’t kick his butt tomorrow.”
    Desmond smiled at me, making my heart race, “Thanks.”
    He leaned over and kissed me gently, and I felt myself blush. He was so much more than I had ever hoped for.
    “See you soon,” he whispered to me before walking away.
    I watched him go, and when the shop doors closed behind him, I let out a sigh of relief. He was the most distracting man that I had ever met. Everything about him made me feel like a giddy schoolgirl again. It was wonderful and infuriating at the same time.
    As the part in my hand started to feel heavier, I was pulled back into reality. I needed to get Theresa fixed, no matter what. I needed to show Desmond that I could make up for what Luke had done. More so, I needed to show Luke that I was better than his petty little tricks.

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    “ A re you sure she’s ready?” asked Desmond.
    I rolled my