The Playboy (Paddock Passion Series Book 3)

Part One - Chapter Three

Part One Chapter Three

Lilly’s point of view

The day had gone so quickly, the children had all played happily with only a few minor skirmishes over who had a toy first, and the last of the parents had come and picked up their little ones.  Agnes and I set about cleaning up, and re setting up for the next day’s activities.  I was sat with my coffee preparing my lesson plans whilst Agnes set about disinfecting every toy, she could lay her hands on.  She loved nothing more than to clean toy’s and given that job was my least favourite I was happy to let her crack on with it.  We were a team; her strengths matched my weaknesses and vice versa I was so relieved to be back here, leaving all the drama from home behind. 

“Where do you want this putting Lovely” Agnes asked, as I looked up she was holding the giant teddy bear Johnstone had bought for little Molly was still here, she had refused point blank to have anything to do with it.  This made me chuckle, it seemed I was not the only girl in the paddock who was not swayed by his charms,

“Maybe put it over beside the bookshelves, he can sit there” I suggested

“Maybe we can decapitate it and give it back” Agnes mused making me grin at her, she really did not like the man.

“Now, Now Agnes do not take it out on the teddy, it is not his fault he was bought by an i***t” I laughed. 

We finished up for the night and locked up.  Emily and Nat had asked both Agnes and I if we would like to pop over to Nat’s Motorhome tonight for tea, Agnes wanted an early night, we shared a motorhome it was a small one in comparison to Nat and Emily’s but had two bedrooms, one each and was provided by the paddock as part of the job.  I was still on UK time, and fancied some company, so if Agnes was going to head straight to bed, I decided I may pop over to my cousin and spend some time with her for the evening. 

Agnes and I headed back, if we thought the heat inside with the full aircon was stifling it was nothing compared to being outside, I was sweaty and felt dirty.  As we arrived at our paddock home, I dove into the shower turning it to cool, once finished I quickly changed in to a pair of ripped blue jeans, with a white blouse loosely tucked in at the front, I applied a little more make up, just to look presentable, dried my hair leaving it hanging down over one shoulder, then wished Agnes good night and headed off.

I knocked on the door, Sabino answered “Ahh Lilly, for sure nice to see you, please come in” he smiled.  For all he was the world champion he had no airs or graces, just a down to earth guy who loved his family, and racing.  As I entered, I froze almost to the spot, Mark Johnstone, was sat at the table, oh why oh why did my heartbeat erratically, this guy was a player, and no good whatsoever. He wore black jeans, with a black ripped t-shirt, his arms on show with the sexiest damn muscles covered in tatt’s I had ever seen, it was such a shame he was a misogynistic bastard why did he have to be so damn good looking?

I took a deep breath forcing my weak knees to co-operate, and made my way over to sit with Emily and Nat.  As I joined the table of family and friends, I felt two eyes staring at me, Mark was watching me intently, then he sifted uncomfortably in his seat and mumbled something illegible under his breath.

“Hey Lilly, the kids are in bed, Molly is staying over with us tonight, and I cannot be bothered to cook, so we are ordering food from Hospitality, what would you like?” Nat asked kindly

“Oh! just some pasta please, if that is okay?”

“Of course, it is okay,” Nat smiled, then continued to take everyone’s order around the table

Sam, my cousin, Nat’s brother and Emily’s husband sat next to his wife, gently rubbing her stomach, and smiling at her, he looked like he was the proudest, happiest man alive, the love between them was tangible, although not awkward to be around.  The same with Nat and Sab, they were like magnets, each drawn to the other.  It made me wistful, if ever I was lucky enough to have a man look at me with half the amount of love that shone out of their eyes, I would be a very happy girl.  But life was not like that for me, I was here, running away from a Ex who had done nothing other than Lie, and cheat, all but destroying my teenage years, along with my confidence in myself and in men.

“So, Mark, this is unusual, you normally have company to keep you entertained, why are you slumming it with us lot?” Emily asked smiling cheekily at him.

“No reason Emily, just decided to bin off the bimbos, I am celibate this weekend, got to concentrate on my Job” he said, again shifting uncomfortably in his seat, not making eye contact, and not looking very confident as he did so.

“Did I see you heading back to the medical centre this afternoon Mark?” Nat asked again smirking at Emily, as if they had inside knowledge on some private joke

“Did you f*****g tell them Sab?” Mark asked looking more than a little put out.

Sab held up his hands in surrender,

“Not a word” protesting his innocence, which only caused Emily and Nat to giggle further

“We saw the two girls you entertained last night, they were not happy when they came out of the medical centre, also the dark haired girl you were with yesterday afternoon, looked more than a little pissed off” Emily continued her grin now wide,  Sam looked a little confused, what ever this private joke was, he was, like me, not privy to it.

Mark shifted again, “Oh, f**k” he said looking defeated

“Funny, they were saying they had to be celibate as well” Nat continued giggling like a teenager

With that Sam bellowed with laughter, “Oh, Johnstone, I always told you your d**k would drop off one day” with that the whole party started to laugh.

“Not f*****g funny guy’s, not only do I have the f*****g Clap, but the team have fined me 10,000 euros for the f*****g pleasure”

As the laughter got louder, I sat in silence, the guy was disgusting, he had a STD and had obviously been busying himself around the paddock and was spreading it about. Yet deep down inside a tiny part of me felt a little sorry for him, why, who knew, but it was there. I tried to ignore it, but there it was the pity, mixed with an unhealthy, in more ways than one, dose of finding him attractive.  Joy of Joy’s trust me to fancy the bad boy, would I never learn, why did I gravitate to the liar’s, cheaters, and womanisers, was I that much of a glutton for punishment. I buried the thoughts inside, not wanting to listen to my inner most wants, choosing to listen only to my brain which cried out to me that this guy was bad news and to keep well away.

“Did your mother never tell you not to go jumping into muddy puddles without your wellies on?” Nat asked tears of laughter now running down her face.

“Seriously, I made one f**k up, a few weeks ago!” Mark cried out in his defence, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, was he embarrassed or just in pain I pondered, he did not look ashamed so obviously he was in some sort of pain.

“Only one f**k up, I heard you have f****d up half the paddock!” the words were out of my mouth before my brain had kicked into gear, who was I to get involved in this conversation, with these people? 

I was sure my comment would not be welcome by any of them, however, surprisingly, Emily reached over and high fived me, laughing.

“Okay, thanks for that Miss Innocent” Mark retorted at me, his face clouded with, if I did not know better, something that looked a little like shame.

“Hey, don’t have a go at my cousin because of your life choices” Nat jumped in defending me from his spite.

“Yeah, sorry, just stressing out, no offence Lilly” Mark smiled at me, oh God I really did not want or need him to smile at me, I felt a fluttering in my tummy, and it was betraying me, look away Lilly, just look away before you drool and give yourself away here.

“It’s fine, I should have kept my comments to myself” I answered feeling a little embarrassed not only for my comment, but also for the fluttering butterflies in my stomach.

“No, you should not, you can say what you like here Lilly, ignore Mr Johnstone with his broken Johnstone over there, he can get over it!” Sam smiled reassuringly at me

“Yes, exactly my thoughts” Emily agreed with her husband, as he continued to stroke her stomach fondly.

“No need to worry guy’s its only a week, then I can get back to satisfying everyone, you won’t have wait long Lilly” he winked at me, and there it was the old cheeky guy who was nothing more than a living, breathing, human vibrator with no respect for any woman who crosses his path, I was grateful for his comment and self-assured wink, it served to quench the butterfly’s in my stomach, better than my feeble attempts had. 

“Hey, Mark, I am fed up not hard up!” I retorted and I meant every single word.  My resolve now steady that man would not get near me in any way shape or form.

Marks point of view

“Wanker’s the lot of you” I snipped at them

“If only you had been one, could have saved you 10 grand mate!” Sam quipped back at me again the motorhome erupted with laughter at my expense.

Miss innocent started to giggle at Sam, the more the guys took the eyes out of me the more she seemed to relax and even looked as though she was enjoying it.

Fuck me she was so damn hot, sat there enticing me with the innocent eyes, on that face that was, it had to be said f*****g beautiful.  She looked so f*****g ripe, like she needed plucking, and I wanted to pluck her so bad now, but here she was, learning of my STD and looking at me like I was something the cat dragged in, and highly amused at my current predicament.

It bothered me, she bothered me, dunno why, but I had not had the hots for a piece of skirt like this since… well…. since never.  Maybe it was the forced celibacy, causing me to actually care what she thought, who knew, but f**k my d**k was burning now, because in she walks and he instantly stands to attention, not caring about the fact he is an injured soldier.

I did not mind the ribbing I was getting from the guys, I had expected it, and if I was in their shoes I would of happily given it out just as bad, if not worse.   

Emily and her first husband Col had taken me under their wing when I first joined the paddock, and now her and Sam had married he was part of the ever-growing paddock family of nutters and misfits, I knew I was the biggest misfit of them all. 

The attention that Sab and Sam showered unashamedly onto their wives; I would normally find sickening.  Tonight however, it I felt something akin to jealousy that they had this closeness that I had avoided all my adult life. However, one thing I did know was I was not a relationship guy, I could never fully commit to one woman, why should I?  with so many of them falling at my feet. so best thing I could do is either forget miss Innocent, or find a way to f**k her senseless and relieve the need I had for her, it was a faze, a challenge and nothing more than that. 

In a week I would be chlamydia free, and hopefully not have HIV.  f**k… HIV, I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, not wanting to focus on it to much, because if I did I would have to admit I was f*****g terrified about it, and I was a racer, a pilot of the fastest motorcycle on the planet, and I did not need to fear or feel that I was destructible. I needed to feel indestructible else I would never be able to ride to my full ability, I would hold back, and holding back was not what I needed to do to get my first championship under my belt, next year.

I looked over at Miss Innocent as she took a mouthful of her pasta, god she was one sexy b***h, I would love to fill that mouth with something that would satisfy my needs that was for sure. s**t she caught me looking, but she did not meet my gaze, she looked down, was that a blush I saw on her cheek? how damn cute… what, wait ,cute ? since when did I think of a girl as cute!  What the f**k was happening to me! I wished I could go now, and f**k some nameless chaser and get these “Cute” thoughts out of my God damn mind, but hey hoe, I could not, I had to live with cutey feelings and un requited wants for at least a f*****g week, and that would be torture.  Only one thing for it, avoid her like the plague, she was not going to get herself into my brain, no sir, no woman would ever manage that no matter how sexy cute and innocent all rolled into one perfect body she was.