“I don’t know, but I plan to find out,” Crazy Bitch yelled as the biker gained even more speed as two bikers tried to cut him off to slow him down. Making a move, he slid between the two bikers with barely room to spare.
“Damnnn,” Sex Piston said, grabbing Crazy Bitch by the arm. All five women yelled when he won the race easily. None of them cared their favorites had lost.
“He kicked some ass with that race,” Killyama said. “Why haven’t we seen him race before? Think he’s new?”
“Not riding the way he just did.” Sex Piston raised on her tiptoes, trying to get a better view of the biker.
An older man sitting next to them butted into their conversation. “That’s Wyatt Riggs. He quit racing about nine years ago. When I saw his name on the list of riders I couldn’t believe it. He won the championship cup two years in a row. No one could touch him. He even competed in other countries and won.”
“Why did he quit if he was such hot shit?” Killyama asked.
“No one knows. He just quit competing.” The man shrugged.
A voice came over the loud speakers as the winners were announced.
“Let’s go lower. I want to see what this dude looks like,” Crazy Bitch said.
The women turned, heading down the steps and the exit from their area. It took them several minutes to get down to the lower floor where the guard blocked the entrance, but T.A. grabbed his attention while the others slid by him. They were still at the back of the crowd, but at least now the women had a view of what was going on; the huge monitors more easily seen, not the blur they were before.
“Next time we’re getting better seats,” Sex Piston muttered, frustrated they couldn’t get any closer.
The riders were called to collect their trophies. The women ignored their previous favorites, waiting anxiously for Riggs’s name to be called. Finally, his name was announced and the crowd went crazy.
Sex Piston’s breath caught in her throat and she was sure her eyes were deceiving her at the man who walked forward to claim his trophy. A woman wearing red booty shorts and a Harley t-shirt handed him his trophy then kissed him full on the mouth, treating the huge crowd to the voracious kiss.
“Is that who I think it is…?” Crazy Bitch asked.
“It can’t be that fucking asshole. No way,” Killyama said.
“It’s Stud!” Fat Louise exclaimed.
Chapter Eight
Sex Piston couldn’t believe that Stud was the man on the stage, who her and her crew had been cheering on minutes before.
“Why didn’t he tell everyone he was a racer or that he was riding this weekend?” Fat Louise asked.
Watching the everlasting kiss on stage, Sex Piston started getting pissed, and she didn’t know why.
“Probably afraid he would lose and didn’t want to be embarrassed,” Crazy Bitch said snidely.
“Don’t think he was too worried about losing the way he can ride. I can’t stand the fucker, but he can ride a bike,” Killyama said with reluctant admiration in her voice.
“Let’s go; I want to beat this crowd out of here.” Sex Piston turned on her heel, intending to leave when she ran into a hard chest that was blocking her path.
“Enjoy the show?” Pike asked.
“I was,” Sex Piston said, trying to go around the biker.
“Why don’t you guys come with me and we can go congratulate Stud on his win?” Pike looked over Sex Piston’s shoulder. She turned to see that Stud was trying to leave the stage, but several fans had stopped his progress.
“I think he’s getting enough praise without us.” Sex Piston jerked her head to the women and men trying to get closer.
“We can go backstage. I have a pass.” Without waiting for her answer, he took her arm and led her through the crowd.
Sex Piston tried to jerk away, not wanting to see Stud. “Wait…”
Pike ignored her, propelling her through the crowd with a strength she couldn’t get away from as much as she tried. Her crew followed, wide-eyed, trying to keep up with them despite the heavy crowd. Pike wound his way through the crowd before coming to a barrier where he flashed a pass and the guard stepped away, allowing them entrance.
He stopped the rest of her crew before they could pass. “Wait, he’s not letting the others pass through.”
Sex Piston tried harder to get away, but Pike kept her moving forward.
“I’ll go back for them in a minute,” he promised.
A corridor led to a room where several of the bikers were standing around talking to each other. Pike stopped when Stud saw them. Sex Piston watched Stud leave the biker he was chatting with, coming immediately toward her. She stopped struggling against Pike’s hold, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of him.