The Rumours (Paddock Passion Series Book 4)

  Chapter One Jakes Point of view   For f**k sake, another blasted article about me and Molly was head line news again this morning. Every time we are together some paparazzi d**k head snaps his f*****g camera and our faces are plastered over every shitty tabloid newspaper across the globe.  Molly is a hot and when I say hot, I mean it in every sense of the word, commodity right now, f*****g drop dead gorgeous, sexy as hell, 22 year old blond bomb shell who is the first female Motorcycle Championship world champion. “Why is that an issue?” My university mates ask every time I moan. Well as I tell them, she is my mother’s cousins’ stepdaughter, along with being my best friend’s half-sister, and all these rumours are a total c**k block!   I try to get some action in my first year of vet school, as any other horny 18 year old does, and when I just about succeed in my mission, another rumour and picture is published and off the girl’s trot, with not so much as a thank you and goodbye. So other than wearing a bright yellow glove up to my elbow, and my hand stuck up a cow’s arse that has a blocked intestine. (Which is what I am currently doing right now) I am getting no Arse! What I do not tell them, or anyone for that matter is, I have had the biggest crush on Molly from the age of 15.  Much to the amusement of my family, and Molly’s constant teasing, or flirting cannot decide which!  Every time I read about our non-existent romantic liaisons, I end up having more than the odd s*x dream, a large amount of D.I.Y whilst imagining everything I would love to do to her whist bent over her championship wining motorbike. I am then left pining like crazy over this amazing sexy, beautiful, funny, feisty, none blood relative of mine. Which then makes me remember my s*x crazed thoughts about her, and w*****g activities every time I see her, causing me to blush! Yeah, that’s right, I f*****g blush, an inherited problem from my mother! I head out of the clinic, smelling like I have had a bath in a bucket of s**t! well, I nearly did when I unblocked that cow’s back passage, and go to back to my dorm. Scott my roommate is the university playboy he has had more p***y in this room, than a feline specialist vet has seen in their clinic. But me, oh no.  The son of the worlds infamous paddock playboy Mark Johnstone, in the words of Mick Jagger, can’t get, no, satisfaction, though I try, yes I try, yes I really, really f*****g try! So here I am, excusing myself again as Scott makes another feline purr and head straight into the shower to get rid of the stench, and have some happy thoughts and light relief about Molly, imagining the screams I can hear from our dorm is her calling my name AGAIN!   Molly’s point of view “Hey Molly, see your still supposed to be shagging Jake” Marc Antlia my head mechanic, and son of my Uncle Sab and Aunty Natalie shouts over laughing whilst waving the latest morning paper in my face.   Marc is like my brother from another mother, well Aunty Nat is my God mother, and his father Uncle Sab is my God father. Yeah, we are a close knit bunch here in the paddock. “Ahh and I missed the action again” I laugh Shit I wish these rumours would just stop, and it is getting a little embarrassing.  Every time I see Jake now his cheeks are a rather cute red colour. He has always had a huge crush on me, and to be honest if it wasn’t for the fact, I am four and a half years older than him, and our weird family connection, I would not have complained about it.  Let me be honest, he is like a Greek god, Tall, well tall for the paddock anyway at 6 ft, black hair cropped short, steely grey eyes, the biggest smile that oozes s*x appeal in buckets. A strong muscly body, that any red blooded female would swoon over. He looks just like his dad did when he was younger and riding here. But unlike Mark was, before he fell hook line and sinker for Jakes mam Lilly, he is gentle, kind and a little bit shy like his mam, my old nursery teacher. Yeah, I told you we are a close bunch! “Anyway, the Padre wants to see us to go through what we need to do with the bike for next season” Marc continues.  Yeah, he calls Uncle Sab the Padre, because his dad is Spanish, as is Marc, although he is totally bilingual, given his mum Aunty Nat is English.  It is quite weird to listen to him and his younger sister Louise, speaking perfect Spanish with the perfect accent, then switch to English with a perfect Geordie accent. I speak both Spanish and English as well, although my mam and stepdad Uncle Sam (Aunty Nat’s brother) are both English. We moved over to Spain when I was about three to our family home which was built next door to Aunty Nat and Uncle Sab’s…. Like I say, we are very close, and a little bit weird when I think about it for too long! My biological dad was Colin Cornwall, he was uncle Sab’s teammate before he was killed in a fire the night before Uncle Sab and Aunty Nat infamous wedding that never happened. But I never feel as though I missed out, Mum and Sam always keep his memory alive. Apparently, although I am the double of my Mam in looks, with her long blonde curly hair, and her big blue eyes, in attitude and personality I am like my dad. My half brother Colin is named after him because he had been Sam’s friend as well. My half-sister Clair who is Colin’s twin and around 9 months older than Jake, is currently pining over the young stud muffin… Yeah like I say it is all mixed up and very bloody complicated.  Clair’s unrequited love for Jake is another reason I cannot go “There” with him. It is all just too messy to say the least. Marc and I put the dirt bikes back into Uncle Sab’s garage after a morning of riding around the custom built dirt track at the rear of the house, and head into my second home from home. “Hey Molly, how are you?” Aunty Nat runs over and gives me a cuddle, “I am fine, just recovering from the earth moving s*x I have been having with Jake, that I cannot remember again” I laugh “Ah for sure Molly, they will find something to talk about you for, truth or lie” Uncle Sab smiles warmly giving me a hug. “I know, but Clair still has the hots for him, and she is going to have another hissy fit when she see’s this, can I stay here tonight?” I huff “For sure you always have your room here Molly” Uncle Sab smiles at me. We sit down with some take out tapas, given Aunty Natalie is not the best cook in the world, but hey she is Gordon Ramsey in comparison to her cousin Lilly, Jakes Mum.  Damn if Lilly offers to make you anything other than a cup of coffee you run for your life, literally! “For sure we need to come up with a plan for the bike, Molly I am so grateful you came back to the SA39 team, and I want to make for sure you can defend your title again” Sab frowns. “Uncle Sab, the bike is great, when we did the Jerez test last month she was purring like a kitten, and had good straight line speed, with great cornering, okay she might have a little less top speed than I am used to, but seriously she will make that up in the corners, and the fact she will not want to throw me into the kitty litter every turn will give me greater confidence and I will be able to ride on the limit”   I know Sab is just stressing right now, he was and still is known as the G.O.A.T nobody has beaten his records, and it will be a long time till someone does if I am honest.  I am blessed, he taught me to ride practically before I could walk, one of my first memories is sitting on one of the dirt bikes here, with Uncle Sab sat behind me whilst I played racing. We chatted some more, Marc came up with a few more ideas regarding some finer tuning to get a little more top speed of the bike, and it was time to head home. Actually, before I do, I will ring mam, and see what mood Clair is in.  I call Mam's mobile and Colin answers, “Hey Molly” “Hey baby bro, at Aunty Nat’s place, has your sister seen the newspapers at all?” I gingerly ask “Here, listen and hear for yourself Molly” All I could hear in the background was Clair screaming and shouting, Mam trying to pacify her. “it’s all Molly, Molly, Molly, I wish she would fall off her stupid bike and break her neck” I hear my sister shouting, now that is below the belt, as although I seldom think about it, that is a distinct possibility! “Clair Sutherland, don’t you EVER, EVER say that again, do you hear me young Lady” wow, Sam never looses his temper with us kids, but it seams like Clair has hit his nuke button, well that decides it. “Yeah Colin, tell Mam and Dad I am staying here tonight” “Okay, don’t blame you, she is being a total jack ass, Jake is family anyway, it is beyond stupid now, anyway, going to face time lover boy, should I tell him you said thanks for bumping uglies” Colin giggled down the phone “Yeah, tell him the earth moved again” I chuckle “See ya sis,” “See ya bro” And this right here, is a prime example of why I cannot go anywhere near Jake Johnstone, no matter how hot he is turning out to be!