Rider Forbidden: Badger's Mount Series, #1

By Izzy Williams

SHE HAD A PLAN, MOVING BACK TO BADGERS MOUNT WITH HER SON WAS PART OF IT, FALLING FOR A SELF-CENTRED, EGOTISTICAL A-HOLE WASN'T . . .

Robyn
Am I mad moving back home after all this time? Probably. But I owe it to my son – he needs a family . . . needs more than just me. I am determined to make a life for him here, where he is surrounded by people he loves.

If dad wants me to work at the racetrack, sure I can do that, until I get on my feet. Shame that he works there, shame that he thinks he's the dog's bo**ocks. Talk about Jekyll and Hyde he was so nice when he helped me out on our first meeting but as soon as he discovered who I was – well, let's just say that the gloves were off.

He wants my dad's money? Well, he's going to have to endure working with me.

Jack

Money has always been tight for Jack, but his determination to make it as a Superbike racer will get him the wealth that he and his family need so that they can live a worry-free life. It's hard work, but there's no harm in having fun on the way right?

He hates everything that she represents - wealth and the things that go along with that. He's been warned to stay away but he can't fight off the initial attraction he has for her. To make matters worse she has a kid. No ties, have fun and move on is his motto, so why can't he leave her alone?


First book in the series (but can be read as total standalone) of Badger's Mount.
Enemies to Lovers contemporary romance for aged 18 and over.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Izzy Williams
• Release date: Sep 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9798201002374

Book preview

Chapter One

Jack

I pull into the pit after my practice run and slow to a stop. My team makes their way towards me, and I hand one of them my helmet.  

It leans to the left, Harry, I tell my manager as I dismount from my bike. My new BMW bike is the shit, but it needs a little tweaking.

He nods, Yeah, I saw that. We can fix that, not a problem - other than that?

I grin at him. Other than that, I fucking love it.

He slaps me on the shoulder as we walk away towards the changing rooms. It's freezing this morning, expected in January - but it doesn't stop me working up a sweat in these leathers. People don’t realise how much energy it takes to ride. I have to be at optimum fitness all the time. The gym is my friend.

As I walk with him, a pretty little thing approaches. Oh, that was so good. I can’t wait to see you race for real.  She sounds breathless.

I smirk. Hmmm, maybe tonight’s bit of fun right here?

Thanks, sweetheart. You work here?

She shakes her head. No, I'm just visiting. I’m Mandi, with an ‘I’. She hands me a piece of paper. My number, in case you’re at a loose end while I'm here. She smiles at me, and I watch her walk off, no doubt swinging her hips on purpose so that I’ll watch her arse as she walks away. It works - I do just that.

Thanks honey, I might just give you a call, I called after her.

Harry shakes his head at me. You know, too much use and it'll fall off.

I laugh, Rubbish, keeps it in shape. I can't help being irresistible.

All these women throwing themselves at me - like I'm going to turn them down. Why would I?

Harry doesn't get it. In his late fifties, he's old settled down after his kids were born - which was a long time ago now.  

He leaves me to it while I get changed. As I leave the dressing room, I run smack bang into Denny. Hey, good run, bud. Saw it lean, I’m on it. My head mechanic won't let me down, best not seeing as he's my best mate too.

Yeah, we’ll sort it. You coming to the pub later? A few of us are going to be there.

He smiles. Yeah, see you there? Denny is the yin to my yang. Quiet where I am loud, sensible where I am stupid as fuck.

I nod, Yeah, told mum I’d go for dinner, but after that I’ll come and meet you guys, Horse and Cart, as usual?

He nods, Of course - see you there later then.

I get to mum’s and dad’s house on time. Mum looks after me with a freshly cooked chicken dinner. Mum and dad are my number one fans in everything I do - they come and watch every race. Adopted parents actually, but you wouldn't know - they’re mum and dad to me. My own parents might not have wanted me, but they sure did.

A couple of hours later, I turn up at the pub. I spot the gang, give them a nod, then head to the bar.  

Hey, sweetheart. It's the usual barmaid; I can't remember her name. Sweetheart is usually a safe bet. In bed too, it's a rule of mine while I'm fucking, use sweetheart - you can't get yourself into shit by saying the wrong name. This one, for example, think I fucked her about a month ago - she was OK - not sure I’ll go there again. She’s still into me, though. I can spot the look a mile away.

Hi gorgeous, what can I get you? She winks.

Yup, still into me. Can I have a pint and six shots? Anythin’ll do.

She bends forwards to get the glasses for the shots, purposely giving me a flash of her cleavage. Sorry honey, been there, done that.

I pull out my phone and check for messages. 

I have one from Harry;  Phone me asap, news you're not going to like.

Oh great, what the fuck’s gone wrong now? Hope it's not a problem with our sponsor - it was so hard getting a sponsor. I know I'm good, but I still need my big win. Getting someone to take a risk on me has been hard, but now that BMW has come on board with me, they're more willing, but it's not too late for something to go wrong.

The barmaid serves me the drinks on a tray. I give her my card to open a tab and make my way to the guys.

Denny stands. What the hell, Jack? I can't get hammered tonight.

Why not? It's Friday.

Just because you’re not riding tomorrow doesn't mean I have nothing to do.

Stop being a fucking pussy and get the drink down you. I nod to the other guys by way of hello. I have to phone Harry. I’ll go outside. Back in a minute.

I go outside the pub. It's freezing. I hit dial on Harry; he picks up straight away.

You're not gonna fucking believe this, Jack.

What's up?

Greg, the owner of Star Enterprises? 

My heart sinks. That's our main sponsor. Without Star Enterprises, I have no race team. Yeah, what about him?

His daughter is coming to shadow our team - I think that was how he put it. His daughter, who’s lived somewhere else for fuck knows how long, has now returned home, and daddy has given her a job. Our problem is that her job is to follow us around and report back to him.

Jesus Christ, you have got to be kidding me?

No, I'm so mad.

So, some stuck up, rich, daddy's girl, is gonna be watching my every move? Fucking great. Why has he done this?

Harry sighs. I don't know. there have been rumours that your heart isn't in it, that you play around too much.

Are you fucking kidding me? No one is determined to win every competition as much as me.

I know it's not true, son, I know you like to play - but you're serious when it counts - apparently, they don't know that.

I sigh. When is this happening?

She starts Monday. They've sprung it on us at the last minute on purpose.

Shit, this is all I need; now I'm seriously pissed off. OK, I guess we'll have to deal with it, won't we? There's nothing we can do. She’ll see how serious I am when she starts. It'll be a fucking spy in the camp - but at least we'll know who it is.

He laughs. Yeah, I suppose. Anyway, have a good weekend, kid.

Bye, Harry.

I need to get smashed. Think I might give that girl a call that I met earlier today, sure she can make me forget my problems for an hour or two.

That's my plan then, get smashed with these guys, then late-night call to wherever the hell she might be ‘with an I’.

I make my way back into the pub.

Chapter Two

JACK

I WALK INTO THE SUPERMARKET, heading to the milk aisle, one of the few things I need to tide me over. I fucking hate shopping. My housekeeper always does this shit for me, but she's away on holiday. She has left meals in the freezer, but I’m out of milk and bacon.

It's busy, I know it’s a Saturday night, but don't people have better things to do than shop? Jesus, last night - I barely remember what I did or who I did. I know it was that girl from the track. What was her name again? She was very energetic; I remember that. It's a good job I have it ingrained into me now to be careful. Made that mistake in my teens, one missed period later, and a terrified teenager, I decided that it’s a condom from then on - no exception. Luckily, it was a false alarm, but Jesus, it was an eye opener.

I head down the bakery aisle, and my eyes land on an exceptionally fine arse bent over, picking something up from the bottom shelf. Perfectly moulded in a pair of fitted jeans, hmmm. I could stand here and stare all day.  

I head her way as she straightens up - her long blonde shaggy hair bouncing around her shoulders. She has on a fitted jumper that shows off her tiny waist—killer curves. Oh yeah, I need to know what this girl looks like from the front.

She places a pack of Danish pastries in her trolley as I pass her. I ‘accidentally’ drop something at her feet - a block of butter. It startles her, and she bends to pick it up and hand it to me. As I come face to face with her, I'm pleased to see that she doesn't disappoint me. Beautiful brown eyes look up at me. Christ, she looks like a Disney princess with those enormous eyes!  

I give her my best panty-melting, knicker creaming grin as I take the butter off her, brushing my fingers with hers as I grab hold of it. Thanks, sweetheart.

She looks taken aback. That's right, honey, soak it in - I'm hot, I know it, and I'm totally using it to my advantage right now. Hotness is my superpower.

Oh. you're welcome. She smiles and hastily gets back to her shopping.

Nice to have a bit of eye candy while doing the most boring task on earth. Sooner Sonia comes back from her holiday, the better.

I finish doing my shopping as quickly as possible and head off to the checkout. When I see a long queue, I sigh. I pick one and wait in line. This is boring shit. I see that the person going through my checkout right now is hot Danish girl. I watch her as she bends and adds things to the conveyor belt. She only has a few things; it doesn't take long. She is hot - not the kind of hot that shoves it in your face - the kind that's hot without even trying. Even the way she moves sorting her shopping is sexy as fuck.  

I soon realise there’s a problem with her at checkout. She’s flustered, and the person in front of me is sighing. I crane my neck to listen to what she is saying.  

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't know where it is. I could have sworn it was in my phone case. I'm so sorry. I'm going to have to put everything back. I only have ten pounds cash on me.  

How embarrassing.  

Time to be her knight in shining armour.  I step past the person in front of me and hand the cashier my card.  Here you go. 

I smile at Danish girl. This is on me.

She flushes with embarrassment. It's so fucking cute.  Oh no. no way - I couldn't possibly let you do that.  I'll go home for my card and come back later.

I shrug. It’s no problem. I have my card right here. These few things won't break my bank. - it's fine, honestly.

The guy behind her sighs loudly.  She's under pressure to decide.  Doing it my way means she doesn't have to come back later.

Her shoulders droop. OK, thank you - but I will transfer the money to you when I get home. I’ll get your details.

It’s no problem, sweetheart. I flash her a smile.

She packs her things in her bag, placing the Danish on top.  It's making me want to eat a Danish so bad.  Wish I’d bought one now.  

I pay, and she turns to me. Thank you so much.  I. I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything. Consider it a late Christmas miracle. I smirk and give her a wink.

She looks at me for a few seconds and nods and gives me a small smile. 

I go back to my place behind the other guy and wait for my turn to be served.

Once I’ve paid, I make my way out of the store to find Danish girl leaning on the wall.  Christ, she’s hot. She straightens when she sees me. She waited for me. 

I make my way over to her and hold my hand up to stop her from speaking. It’s no problem, Danish - it's forgotten.

She looks confused. Danish?

I give her a sheepish grin. Sorry, you had a Danish in your shopping. I don't know your name.

Oh, right, okay. She smiles.

This is the part where you give me your name?

Oh, I'm Robyn.

Jack. Nice to meet you.

Likewise. so, Jack, please let me pay you back for the shopping. That was getting embarrassing, and you helped me out. Can I have your phone number?

You want my number? 

She flushes with embarrassment. I. I mean so that I can transfer you the money, do you have it set up on Paypal that I can pay you with your phone number?

I laugh. Oh right, for a minute there, I thought you found me irresistible.

Her eyes widen. I've embarrassed her again; I like that. Does that make me sadistic? I enjoy getting a reaction out of her. It's amusing.

No. sorry.

I bite my lip. Hmmm, I wonder... I'll tell you what; there's a Costa across the road there. How about you buy me a coffee, and we call it even?

She frowns. Why would I do that? I can transfer you the cash.

Maybe I’d like to have a coffee and a chat with you, more than I’d like to get paid for the shopping?

She looks hesitant and checks her phone. I. I don't have a lot of time.

Come on. Ten minutes, I'm bored. It's Saturday night, everyone is busy, and I've just been shopping, for crying out loud. Come on, brighten up my Saturday night - more than you already have? Please?

She is fighting a battle; it's written all over her face and her body language. Which decision will win out?

OK, I have ten minutes. She looks at me from under her lashes. I can't decide whether she has no idea how hot she is, or she’s a pro at playing the innocent girl thing. I hope it's the first one.  I'm bored with women who play games.

I give her another grin. Great, let me take your bag.

She shakes her head. No, it's fine, thank you, I've got it; it's not heavy.

I let her win that battle and nod towards Costa. My Saturday night might be picking up!  

We cross the road in silence and enter the coffee shop.  It's busy for a Saturday night - who knew? I spot an empty table in the corner, glad I’m wearing my baseball cap. It's not like I'm a movie star, but sometimes I get recognised, but I don't want to be recognised tonight. I just want to talk to this girl.

I motion towards the table, and we take a seat.  What’s your poison?

She frowns at me. I'm getting these, remember?

I sigh, Fine, I’ll have a double shot Americano with cream, please.

She nods and heads off to the counter. I watch her interact with the guy behind the counter.  He's a lot younger than her, but definitely giving her more than friendly assistant banter. Can't say I blame him.  This must happen to her often - she’s being friendly back, maybe she doesn't realise he's flirting? No woman wouldn't be aware of that.

After a couple of minutes, she comes back with the coffees.  I need sugar, so I stand. Sugar?

She shakes her head. No, thanks. She waves her phone at me. I have to send a quick text to someone.

I nod and get the sugar, wondering who she has to text.  It was stupid of me to think she wouldn't have a boyfriend.  Shit.

I get back and start pouring my many sugars in my coffee.  She’s put her phone on the table. Her eyes widen when she sees how many sugars I'm piling in. Wow, you have a lot of sugar.

I wink at her. Keeps me sweet.

She rolls her eyes at me, ah a bit of sass - I like it.

So, Robyn, what brings you here on this exciting Saturday night?

She fiddles with the napkin on the table. I was busy all day and needed a few supplies.  I've just moved here; I had a lot of unpacking to do.

I thought I hadn't seen you before. Where did you move from?

London, or just outside London. I got here a few days ago. My parents live here, so they've been helping me.

I see, so no man?

She shakes her head but looks at me, frowning.  No, no man.

I smile at her. Oh, I'm single too, in case you were wondering.

She chuckles. I wasn't, but thanks for the info.

Yeah, right, she was totally wondering.

I watch her blow on her coffee before taking a sip. totally fucking hot. 

She speaks. What about you? I take it this is not your normal Saturday night?

I shake my head. No, definitely not.  I went out last night and overindulged a little too much, even for me.  Today has been hangover and recuperation only.

She laughs. I can't remember the last time I overindulged.  Was it worth it?

Hmmm At the time I thought it was, but now I'm not so sure.

She laughs. She has a nice laugh.  I can't thank you enough for getting me out of that. I don't know where my heads at. I think I'm just exhausted.

I point at the coffee. No problem, we’re quits now. No need to mention it again, and that coffee will wake you up.

Oh no, it’s decaf. I don't want to be awake all night, I have an early morning.

Why would you have to get up early in the morning? It’s Sunday tomorrow.

Just imagining her waking up, stretching in her little sexy short pyjamas. I mean, I have no idea what she wears to bed, but a man can dream.  I arrange my trousers under the table to curb the boner that is trying to appear.

She looks flustered. I'm just an early riser.

She doesn't lie well.  Wonder what she's hiding?

A message lights her screen. She picks her phone up, reads it and sighs.  I'm sorry, I have to go; something has come up. She stands to leave.

Disappointment floods me, an escape text for sure.  You win some, you lose some.  I usually have a better reaction from women. 

This hurts my ego.  At least let me get you a takeaway cup. I walk over to the guy who served her to get her a cup, pour her coffee into it and hand it to her. Here you go.

Thank you. I'm sorry I have to leave.

I wave my hand at her, dismissing her comment. It’s okay. I know a rescue text when I see one.

How do you mean?

You asked someone to message you to get you out of sitting here with me.

Her eyes widen in shock. No, I didn't. Why would you think that? I really do have to go. I would never be that mean!

She telling the truth. Okay, okay, sorry. I presumed that's what you were doing.  Maybe I could have your number? We could meet up again sometime?

She shakes her head. I'm sorry, that's not a good idea. I'm not in a position right now to do that.  Thank you so much for tonight. You've been sweet.

Sweet? Sweet! I'm never fucking sweet. What the hell?

Bye, Robyn.

Bye, Jack. My cock twitches at hearing her say my name.  I watch her walk away. what a view.

Now I'm going to go home sexually frustrated.  

Chapter Three

M ummy, can I watch your phone while we wait? 

No, sweetie, you can have it later. The last thing I want is the headmistress to think that I let him use technology all the time.  I mean, I let him have