The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
Chapter 139
Good morning, Ath. I decided to deliver this one myself,” he said with that crooked smile that used to make my teenage heart flutter.
I took him in properly for the first time. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants, and the combination made him look devastatingly handsome. How
could someone look so good in something so simple?
‘Good morning, Tristan. What are you doing here?” I asked, raising my eyebrow but unable to hide my smile.
I wanted to drive you to work. Don’t want you stressing yourself with cabs.”
I laughed. “Thank you. You’re really being a good big brother.”
I was teasing him deliberately, and I could see the way his eyes darkened at my words.
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“I’m not your brother, Ath,” he said, his voice dropping to something rougher. “But I’d love to hear you call me that while I’m buried deep inside you.”
My face turned crimson immediately, and I looked around my empty hallway like there might be invisible people listening to us. Tristan had never been this
raw with his words before. Never this direct.
I had nothing to say to that, so I said nothing. I took the flower from him and walked inside to place it next to yesterday’s bouquet.
When I came back to the door, he was holding it open for me, and our hands brushed as I passed through. The contact sent electricity shooting through my
bloodstream.
The drive to work was comfortable, when we arrived at the office, I immediately switched into work mode, grateful for the distraction.
Later that afternoon, I got a call from Derek asking if we were still training for my upcoming race.
That’s when I remembered I hadn’t told him about the change in arrangements. When I explained that Tristan would be training me now, Derek was quiet
for a long moment.
“That’s fine,‘ he said finally. “I actually got a proposal to train someone else anyway.”
“You should take it,” I encouraged him. “It sounds like a good opportunity.”
“Yeah, I think I will. Good luck with your training.”
He hung up without his usual jokes or flirting, which surprised me. Derek was always so cheerful and easy going, I made a mental note to check on him
later, but for now, I had work to focus on.
After work, Tristan picked me up as promised. We drove to my place so I could change into my racing gear, then headed to his house where he grabbed his own equipment.
The racing center felt different when I walked in with Tristan instead of Derek. People nodded respectfully to him, stepping aside as we passed. He had a
reputation here, a presence that commanded attention without demanding it.
I went to get Claire from her usual parking spot, running my hands over her familiar curves.
Training with Derek had been nice, patient, encouraging. Training with Tristan was a completely different experience.
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Chapter 139
It was intense in ways Lhadn’t expected. He pushed me harder than Derek ever had, demanding precision and excellence rather than just competence.
But he also taught me things Derek couldn’t have, techniques that came from years of professional racing experience.
Though Derek had taught Tristan, but with Tristan, it felt like he was more experienced.
There were moments when he had to adjust my position on the bike, his hands settling on my waist or my shoulders.
Each touch sent heat racing through my body, and I could tell from the way his breathing changed that he felt it too.
He started kissing my forehead after every successful maneuver, a small reward that made my heart race faster than any motorcycle ever could.
“Better, he’d say after I nailed a particularly difficult turn. “But you can do even better than that.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
