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“I’m sorry Nicky. But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”
“I’ll be getting you back for your little prank. You almost gave me heart failure.”
“I promise I will make it up to you.” I vow, knowing I’ll follow through. While it's fun to prank on the unsuspecting, these guys seem sweet. They also happen to be the most gorgeous guys I’ve ever seen in my life, and they want me to show them around. Only an idiot would say no.
“Well, for a starters, you can make it up to me by taking us up to that spot you were talking about last night.”
I smile, remembering my favourite place in the world.
“Of course! But first I need to get ready and eat something or I’ll chuck.”
He laughs, the sound warming something inside of me.
“We'll worry about the food; you focus on getting ready.”
“Alright. I’ll see you soon.” I say with a smile even though he can’t see it before hanging up the phone.
I hang up the phone and shoot out of bed, instantly regretting moving so quickly as my belly churns and my head spins. My excitement is palpable at being able to see the guys I met last night again. I slowly make my way down stairs, clutching my pulsing head as I try to find the Panadol before swallowing a couple of pills dry. I grab electrolytes as well in the hopes of the concoction being able to settle my stomach.
On my way back to my room, I pass the spare bedroom. I duck my head in to check in on Grace. She is still passed out. Makes sense. She drank as much as me. If I am to go by history, I know that she won’t be leaving that bed until late this afternoon.
Taking the stairs two at a time, now that the pain relief has started to kick in, I hurry into the shower eager to wash the feeling of salt and sand off my body. I regret not taking a shower last night before I fell into bed. Drunk Scarlett was in fine form last night and I berate myself, knowing my bed will be covered in the salty-sandy mixture just like I am. Even though I know I will be sweating in a helmet for the majority of the day and most likely taking another swim, I still wash my hair, hoping that it will help wash away the hangover. It's wishful thinking though.
My room resembles a pigsty as I turn it upside down in an attempt to find my favourite pair of bikinis until I remember they are in the wash. “Fuck.” I shout.
The only other togs I can find are the bikinis with cheeky bottoms. When I say cheeky, I mean they are a G-string which I normally reserve for wearing for sun-baking or hanging with the girls.
Having no other choice, I throw them on as well as my denim cut-offs. It would normally be a risky move not wearing jeans or long pants while riding the bikes, but with how hot it is outside and how often we will be in and out of the water, they are just easier.
I grab out a random band tee as well, throwing it on to cover myself up. I grab my backpack, throwing in a couple of essentials before heading downstairs. I send a quick text to Grace to let her know that I’ll be out for the day. I don’t bother messaging Mum, knowing that she will have already left for work. She'll will also have no doubt about where to find me if she needs me, having gone through that routine many times before.
I head out to the garage and open up the roller door so the guys know where to come. I grab out the helmets from the storage cupboard and set them down on the bikes.
My motorbike interest came unsuspected to Mum. I don’t know what it is about these ‘death machines’ as she likes to call them, but I am in love. Part of my interest in them most likely comes from the many stories Mum has told me over the years about my Dad and his love for bikes. While his love was for road bikes, mine is dirt bikes.
She would tell me with tears in her eyes how Rhodes and I would follow Dad around the shop ‘helping’. She would pull out pictures of us all the way from walking around in nappies to not long before the accident of us on the back of Dad’s bike.
She said that my love for them is in my blood, and I believe her. There is no better feeling than the wind in your hair, riding down the beach.
Not only do I love riding bikes but I also love fixing them up. A couple of the guys in my friend group are handy with the tools, so we decided to pitch our money together and brought a whole heap of bikes to fix up. They aren’t pretty, but they run well and are reliable. The paint work has been fairly scratched up but we don’t need them flashy for what they are used for. We brought them from an old guy who had them as farm bikes for him and his sons. They all moved away and were just going to waste. We got them for a bargain.
I look over the bikes quickly, checking the oil, fuel and just doing a quick once over to make sure there aren't any major leaks or issues before we head off. I bend over to grab a spanner someone must have left beside the bike but startle when I hear a wolf whistle behind me. I snap up, about to tell off whoever it is, but my fire sizzles out when I see the guys walking up the driveway. Lord help me because they look even better in the daylight.
My eyes travel over them each and as I do, I catch Sonny’s wide smile. “Bend back over baby, I had the best view.” He teases.
“You're a cheeky little shit aren’t you.” I smirk. While I would normally hate this kind of talk from any other guy, it just doesn’t bother me coming from Sonny. It's obvious that he is a huge flirt and I’m not going to stop him.
“He's a fucking pain in the ass is what he is.” Dacre says with a smile before coming in for a hug. To be honest, I’m a little shocked at how forward he is but I don’t dare push him away. I see Dacre. His softness hides the demons in his eyes. Something I am desperate to learn more about. I don’t think he opens up to people often and by the looks of surprise on the guys faces, being this forward with a stranger isn’t like him. I embrace it though. I’ve never been the kind of person to turn down a hug, even if it's from a stranger. A sexy as sin stranger at that.
“Morning.” I say into his chest where he holds me tight.
“Morning.” He replies, giving me one last squeeze before letting me go. I have to tilt my head back to look up at him. While I’m not short by any means, being five foot nine, these guys are massive.
“How are you feeling this morning?” Dacre asks, searching my face.
“Yeah, feeling pretty crook to be honest.” I sigh thinking of my belly that still hasn’t settled down enough. Although, the Panadol must have kicked in because my headache is gone.
“Grace, the girl you met last night though, she is still munted. Fucking piss wreck.” I laugh thinking of my best friend and the current state she is in.
