The Playboy (Paddock Passion Series Book 3)

Part One - Chapter Five

Part One – Chapter Five.

Marks Point of view

I dunno what had made me go to her motorhome, but it was worth the door slam, she looked amazing, her long legs peaking out from those short pj bottoms, and the kick ass curves she possessed drove me wild, they were a change from the tall thin paddock girls. The small vest top showing a little of her navel, and a whole lot of cleavage enticing me to look further, f**k she was not just attractive or sexy she was f*****g gorgeous. After bumping into her at the med centre, I had felt a bit of a d**k, when I found out the old girl had collapsed, she had obviously been worried about her, so my excuse to see her was justified, well it was in my mind, a reasonable excuse to see her,  so off I had gone with my half ass attempt at an apology. 

Fuck there was only one other girl I had ever apologised too and she was three years old now, and had never quite forgiven me for having the audacity of running her over with my scooter when she had ran out in front of me, try as I might with many presents I had given to Emily for her, Molly was resolute in her distain for the rider who had hurt her, which only endeared her little self to me further.

Some how I did not think a giant teddy, or loads of toys would work with Lilly either, but somewhere deep down inside, I cared that I had been a complete ass hole to her.  Yet even now, I had retaliated to her with my normal self-assured cockiness that in any other circumstance would guarantee my success. I knew however this would just enrage Lilly, she was different to the rest of them, she did not fall at my feet, she was a challenge, and f**k me she was driving me crazy. 

What the f**k did I care for anyway, she was just another piece of skirt. I resolved to put her out of my mind and headed for the garage.

The painkillers had done the job of getting me some well needed sleep this morning, so I was as fit as I could be under the circumstances.  I headed into the back of the garage, greeting the team of mechanics, Peter, my chief mechanic had been working on some settings for me to try this practice.  I had of course ridden the bike in testing, but this would be my first outing in anger, so to speak.  I was taller than Sab, he was 5’9 I was 6 ft, and weight in a good 5 kilo’s heavier, so they had to make some adjustments to the seat and pegs, ensuring I would be comfortable and able to hunch down in the perfect aerodynamic position, to achieve the maximum possible speed.

Simon the data guy, handed me the graphs and charts from Sab’s garage, enabling me to look at his data was an insight.  The guy was a machine, doing what he did was impossible, you could never imitate it, he had such raw talent and rode on instinct, making the bike achieve impossible feats around the tracks, as good as it was to compare with him, I knew to imitate him would land me firmly in the kitty litter, with the minimum of a scrapped ass to go with my painful groin.  The plan was to take it step by step, learning each session how the bike moved, how she responded, where she was strong and where she would need extra attention from me.  At the end of the day, I could only be the rider I was, and hope that the bike would play nice with me.

I headed out for the first 40 minuet practice, I was around a second off the pace, as I familiarised myself with the little idiosyncrasies each bike possessed.  By lap 15 I was half a second off the pace of Sab, which to be honest was good going, The adrenaline had kicked in now, and my mind was fully concentrated on the job at hand, all thoughts of girls, STD’s far from my mind as was the pain, adrenaline was the ultimate pain killer.  I managed to get through the first session, 6th over all on the time sheets and more importantly without binning it, it was all in all a good practice, and my fear of looking like a complete mug had been laid to rest. 

I headed out to the back of the garage, showering off under the cold water, even in the dark at 20:00 hours the heat was a killer, then settled down with some water and a sandwich to watch the Junior classes in action on track.  I was due back on track around 22:00 hours, and back in the garage for a de-brief at 21:00 hours. That gave me an hour, to recuperate, as the adrenaline wore off the pain reared its ugly head, and I found it increasingly more difficult to sit in the leathers, so decided to strip down to my boxers for comfort.  My mind wandered again to the vision of Lilly in her little PJ ensemble, this was frustrating, knowing that she was resisting me was urging me to think of her more, and what was even more concerning I cared about how she felt, and how she viewed me, and I knew this would be with me for a while given my forced celibacy, there would be no faceless racer chaser to take my mind off of her, so I resigned myself that until I could tap her, I was lost in this limbo of desire.  That and the news of my predicament had reached everyone now, blondie, redhead and the dark haired girlie had made sure of that, telling everyone to steer clear of me or face a bout of the dreaded disease.  Most of the other riders found it hysterical, they had royally taken the piss, and who, in all honesty, could blame them, it was nothing I wouldn’t do to them, but more annoyingly were the faces of my new management. I had not been with them 5 minuets and already had gotten the 10,000 euro fine, and a bollocking from the team boss Alex to boot, and that man was not someone you wanted to piss off, he had ranted for a full 30 minutes without drawing breath, ending with the words I had heard so many times before “Grow the f**k UP”. Yeah yesterday was not the best day of my life that was for sure.

The debrief went well, they highlighted that I could potentially pick up a couple of tenths of a second in the corners if I adjusted my position slightly on the bike, and had completed some fine tuning to the mechanics, all in all it seamed Alex was happier than he had been yesterday, and I hoped I had managed to redeem myself slightly in his eyes.  For all I was the paddock playboy, I was series about my racing despite my off-track antic’s and pissing off the boss at your first race weekend, had been playing on my mind, I had a vision, a goal, and I would achieve it.

I returned to my garage, did some stretches, to limber up, and blasted some hard-core rave to get me pumped up before heading out for the next practice session.

The improvements the mechanics had made were making a big difference, and with each passing lap my confidence grew, f**k this was the best feeling in the world, out here, man with his machine, living on the edge knowing what one wrong move could do, there was no feeling like it in the world, nothing that could compare, it was addictive, and that alone was why no matter how bad the injury’s you could sustain, we kept coming back, and riding on the limit of what was possible no matter how many injuries and crashes we received along the way.   

Fuck yeah, 3rd in that session, only Sab and Alli above me, and only my second time on the bike, I left the day a lot more positive than I had started it, and headed back to the motorhome.  Normally I would like to relax in the presence of the abundance of ladies that were available, however tonight, I would have to find a new way of relaxing, so took to the shower, headed into bed and put on the TV.  I found myself watching some shitty chic flick rom com, you know, the boy meets girl and falls head over heels for her, totally unbelievable crap, it was not the normal way of things, and certainly no matter how frustrated I was about little miss innocent would never happen with me.  I was single, and always, well other than this week, ready to mingle, and that was how I liked it.  Easy, simple, no complications or other person to consider, with enough p***y to satisfy Casanova himself. No sir, nothing would detract me from my current single status.

The penicillin was working it’s magic and the pain was more than manageable, my little man woke me up this morning, after a rather erotic dream about a certain nursery teacher here in the paddock. I looked at the clock it was 8 am, plenty of time before I needed to work, so headed over to hospitality for breakfast. 

I was the only person here, so took a seat at my side of the unit and settled down waiting for my full English to arrive.  Even though it was early in the morning, the heat was starting to rear it’s head, causing me to sweat again, f*****g hell, I could feel the droplets of water running down my back, I mean what the actual f**k, I was from Oz we had heat, loads of heat, but it was not as humid as this place, it was stifling.  Maybe now I lived in England, it was becoming a pommy soft arse I had certainly picked up the annoying habit of talking about the f*****g weather!

Having a place in the UK had made sense, spending the European rounds based there, then returning home for the winter, giving me the best of both worlds.  A couple of paddock models walked by, catching my attention, one had legs up to her f*****g armpits, she gave me a smile as she passed, oh that would have been all I needed a few days ago, but this no s*x malarky was definitely a thriller killer, however, if she was around in Argentina then I would certainly give her a go, and her friend if they liked that sort of thing.  I felt my lips curl at the edges, thinking about having them both next week, but my little solider although a lot healthier this morning, did not seem as interested in them as I thought he would be, he was probably still in recovery mode. 

I grabbed another black coffee, and sat watching the morning activities through the doors, all the coming and going, this place was quiet this morning, but come this evening it would be a hive of activity.  As I watched the paddock world go by, suddenly there she was, walking along towards the nursery, in a pink pair of tight knee length shorts, and white Paddock Tot’s t-shirt loosely tucked in, her hair was scooped up into a messy bun, f**k she was something else. No make-up or at least very little, totally natural, unassuming and by far the hottest chick I had ever clapped eye’s on.  The way her hips gently swayed as she walked, not the full-on forced walk of the various models I had entertained, just natural, as she was.  She was driving me insane, and my down and out manhood suddenly awoke pushing against my shorts wanting to break free from the constraints of them.  Before I quite knew what, I was doing, I found myself leaving hospitality and running across the makeshift street towards her.

“Hey there Miss Innocent,” I shouted, trying to grab her attention

She stopped turned around and looked at me, was that another cute blush I saw

“Hey there Man w***e” she quipped back at me.

That made me smile, she was so quick witted, able to bat sarcastic comments back at me with ease, I found this strangely attractive, not what I was used to at all, normally I would just get fake coyness or empty brain syndrome from the bimbos I usually spent my free time with.  Now I was here I was kind of at a loss as to what to say next, suddenly feeling a little nervous.  Pull yourself together man, she is just another bit of stuff, stop over thinking you utter moron!

“So how is AGNES?” I asked stressing her name, given her negative reaction to me calling her friend the old bird

“I am going to see her now,” she replied and continued to walk, I fell into step beside her, what do I say now, f**k this, I was not used to having to make any sort of effort, and I was at a loss of what the f**k to say to her, that resembled anything like a normal conversation.

“Then what you up to?” I asked just for something to say, did I really care that much about her plans for the day, hum… not sure, maybe I was,  or maybe I just wanted to hang around and admire her kick ass body a little longer.

“Opening up Paddock tots, you know, my Job” she was being really sarcastic with me now,

“I am bored and given you are on your own given the Old… I mean Agnes will be probably recovering do you want to borrow me to give you a hand setting up” What the absolute f**k was I doing, why had I asked that, there was nothing worse I could think of than setting up a load of toy’s in a nursery.

“No, thanks, I am setting up learning the Alphabet and Counting, and given you are a neanderthal I think it is a little advanced for your skill set” she responded, this time with a small enticing smile on the corner of her lips, her, f**k me… very kissable lips… God now I wanted to KISS her… I don’t do Kissing, far to relationship like to get involved with that crap!

“Ah f**k yeah, you have caught me out, how does it go again A, C wait a minuet did I miss one” I joked with her, making her let out a small giggle, if I thought her blush was cute it was nothing in comparison to her giggle, oh f**k, now my groin was bulging and given I was wearing tight shorts it was uncomfortable, and noticeable.

“Maybe I can supply the worker with Water and Coffee” I continued, pushing my luck

“Or maybe you can go bother someone who wants your attention” and with that she quickened her step and sauntered off.

“Well, there is plenty who do, so see you later Miss Innocent” I shouted after her, knowing that for now I was defeated, but not for long, this was now a challenge, and It would make the victory all the more sweet, when I wore her down and got her in my bed.

Lilly’s Point of View

Oh god, keep walking Lilly, just keep on walking, do not look back, do not show him any weakness. Not matter how wobbly your legs feel right now.  He is nothing other than a playboy, a man w***e, and a diseased one at that, get your head back into gear and stop focusing on the tingling feeling you get when he talks to you. Come on girl you can do it, remember, he is after one thing, and you will not give up your virginity to a playboy, you are stronger than this, it is just a physical attraction, nothing more nothing less.

Thankfully Mr Man w***e did not follow me further, I presumed he had headed back to hide under which ever rock he had sprung from, and I let myself into the Medic Centre, to see how my lovely Agnes was doing.  As I walked in, I was greeted warmly by the Nurse, who took me straight through to the side room where Agnes had spent the night attached to a drip.  She was sitting up, looking a lot more like herself, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, how are you doing?”

“Hi Lovely, I am fine now, I was just dehydrated, no more coffee for me during the day it would seem” Agnes smiled at me, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me, it had scared me a little seeing her so poorly yesterday, especially laid on the floor with blood oozing from the cut on her head.

“I will be out of here soon, Jan the nurse said, so will get back to work as soon as I am free” Agnes grinned

“Not on your life will you, we only have three kids this weekend, Molly, Marc and little Bengi so you can go and recuperate out of the heat, no arguments” I scolded her, it was true, with only three kids to entertain, I could more than manage on my own. 

“Did I see you walking down with Johnstone Lilly?”

How did she know that, then I looked out her window and saw that it faced straight down passed Paddock tots all the way passed Hospitality?  I also noted a warning edge to her tone, so would have to measure my response.

“Yeah, he was here yesterday when they brought you here, so asked how you were doing… by the way, did you hear, he has an STD, the news is right round the paddock and a lot of the girls are panicking right about now” I said laughing

“Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy” Agnes laughed with me, I wondered why she had such a dislike of him, she was normally happy and friendly with everyone, but even last year she had taken offence at his very existence. I made a note to try and find out why, not because I wanted to think of him…. Well maybe I did a little being totally honest, but because it was so out of character for her, and I guessed there was a story behind it, and knowing Agnes as I did, it would be an interesting one.

Dr Rinns entered the room, then and smiling at Agnes he checked her heartbeat, pinched her skin, shone a light in her eyes.

“For sure I am happy with everything, take it easy in this heat, and make sure you drink plenty of water, no caffeine, you can go back and rest, no work today” he told her

“I will make sure she does Doctor, thank you” I smiled at him he was a good looking man, around Agnes’ age, dark hair greying at the temples, his skin the Spanish olive shade, I wondered if he was single, Oh!  maybe I could do a little bit of matchmaking, I really wanted her to find someone to share her life with, she deserved it

“Please, Agnes, call me Jorge” the doctor smiled at her, and wow, did she just blush? I quickly saw an opportunity now, and took it on her behalf, she could thank or kill me later.

“I know you are very busy Jorge, but as a thank you for looking after my friend so well, maybe you can join Agnes and I for tea, before the guys head out on track around it will be ready for 5 pm, I am doing a English classic of Roast Beef and Yorkshire puddings, you are more than welcome, I will be inviting Nat, Sab, Emily and Sam as well” I added, just to make it not to weird

“For sure, that sounds lovely Lilly, I will see if I can come, as long as I am not busy here” he answered, but never took his eyes of Agnes.

I let off an internal squeal of delight, Oh s**t…. I cannot cook, it is Agnes who does the lovely mouth watering cooking when we are here, not me, and she was recovering, oh well she could tell me what to do, and guide me from her resting place, it would be fine.. I hope, else maybe Jorge would be busy treating food poisoning tomorrow!

As we left Agnes turned to me and “Lilly my dear, I love you so much, but that was embarrassing” she scolded me

“Yeah, but hey, I recon you’re in there with Doctor Love” I giggled, and she rolled her eyes at me.