Chasing Champions

Won't stop, can't stop

Sarah POV:

It was nearing the end of outdoor season for us with only 2 more races to go, and I had somehow and in some way found myself third in points and only 6 down. Well within striking distance of snatching the Championship. When that fact finally clicked into my head I started to train even more than I already was. I was doing twice as much time on the bike, just trying to get ahead of everyone. Which is hard when the one your training your ass off to beat trains alongside you daily. When at home Jett and I don't let it bother us but at the track, it does. Not in a bad way just more quiet then we normally would be and not as much riding with each other either. It was around 1 pm and everyone else was either packing up to leave or had already left but me. I was going over mapping and track info before heading out again. While I was doing that I felt someone sit down next to me but it didn't even click in my head to look as I was too focused, and then all of the sudden the tablet is ripped out of my hands and put away. As I turn to snap at whoever did that I see a worried Chase, making me pause and my face fall into confusion. He sighs and gently cups my face in his hands and opens his mouth,

"Baby, please come home. Your going to burn yourself out at this rate. Please just come home and relax."

I blink at him and wonder if he was right, if I was going to hard. As he starts to circle my jaw right under my ear with his thumb, I lean into his hand and let my eyes slide shut. I could feel how sore and tired I really was and it wasn't a good sore, and I was bone deep weary. A part of me knew I needed rest, but the other part was saying won't stop, can't stop. Not till I win. After a few minutes of us staying there like that, I open my eyes and nod my head in agreement. The way his face lit up in relief made me feel guilty, but I shook it off and smiled as I got up and noticed it was just us left. So I just started to taken my jersey off right there in the middle of the room. I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me, as I continue to take my gear off with my back to him. I couldn't help but lightly tease him. Right as I got down to my bra and thong I feel his arms come around me and his hands start to lightly roam over my bare stomach, he pulls me back into his chest and kisses the top of my head. We stand there for a bit before I pull away to go grab my clothes and put them on. I turn around to grab my gear to put it in my hamper, only to see Chase had already done it for me. With a sweet smile and a quick kiss I grab my bag and take his hand as we walked out of the building and to his truck in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. 

Hoping in and taking off, I was watching the trees go by again when I realized we were approaching the little hide away from almost 2 months ago, I blink and a idea pops into my head. With a sly smile I turn to Chase and tap his shoulder getting his attention. He looks at me in question and all I could do was point to the small opening and I could see the realization come into his eyes. He gives me a butterfly inducing smirk that should be illegal and quickly turns in, and shutting the truck off. Turning his head lazily towards me with a eyebrow raised I got the hint. Climbing over and onto his lap, straddling his hips with mine. Things got heated pretty fast and next thing I know clothes wear off and I was cloud nine. As I lay on top of him, curled up under his chin and his head resting on mine I couldn't help but start laughing. I heard Chase make a questioning noise and I answer,

"Was just thinking of last time we tried this and your dad cock blocked you. It was pretty funny, you have to admit."

 All I hear is a goan as his head flops back, bringing a hand to rub his face. And all I could do is crack up laughing. Apparently he didn't think it was as funny as I did because next thing I knew was I was being tickled, causing me to laugh so hard I couldn't breath. I try and break away and go back to my side of the truck but I was stopped. Chase quickly flipped us somehow so I was under him with his legs on either side of me, keeping me in place as he continued his assault with no mercy. Still laughing with tears coming down my face I finally manage to grab his hands and stop him to take a breath. I look up into his face and see this carefree boyish smile on his face and it makes me happy to see it. I love it when his face lights up like this, and I had made it my goal to put it there as much as humanly possible. Because as much as he worries about me, to mentally keep me going strong, I try and ease the weight of everything else on him. As I lay there completely breathless under him, I slowly let go of his hands to make sure he wasn't going to attack my sides again, I use one arm to push myself up and the other to try and fix his hair a bit seeing as it was going in every which direction. While I was doing that he just kept his eyes on my face, as I finished he lightly grabbed my wrist and took my hair band off it, using it to put my hair in a low ponytail. As we slowly help each other get dressed and looking somewhat cleaned up, we maneuver ourselves back to our seats and take off. About 15 minutes into our 25 minute drive back to his house I say,