Page 127 of Racing Hearts

I bottom out in his clinging ass, fighting my own pleasure as I watch him. “Shh, baby, I’ve got you. Hold out a bit longer, I don’t want to come just yet. I want to feel and see you like this all night.”

His nails dig into my skin, cutting it, his jaw jumping as he grits his teeth, fighting his release as I stroke inside him. Sweat drips down our bodies as we fight off the inevitable pleasure so we can be locked like this forever.

“Please, pretty boy,” he whimpers. “I can’t . . . You feel too good—I—oh fuck!”

I watch as his cock jerks and swells before shooting ropes of cum all over his chest as he gasps and shudders below me, his thighs shaking against my body from the force.

Seeing him come like that pushes me into madness. I can’t take it either.

My lips meet his once more, swallowing his grunt of pleasure, and then I follow him, filling his pretty ass with my cum. I slump into him, our bodies still locked. His arms come around me as he kisses the top of my head, and I kiss over his racing heart.

“I love you, Alek Anders, every single inch of you, even that cruel, mocking mouth.”

“I love you too, pretty boy, even if you act like a rich prick.”

I can’t help but smile. Everything feels right in the world when we are like this.

FIFTY-NINE

“Yes, Alice, I had dinner.” I sigh into my phone as I lean against the car I’m working on. I nod at Mackie as he heads to his car to let him know I finished working on it. “Yes, I remembered to go for my checkup. Who’s the oldest here?” I tell her, but I smile at her worry. Over the last few months, the dynamic between us has changed a lot.

She’s grown up dramatically, and although I miss the days when she needed me, I really like this new relationship we have. We are so much closer, like actual siblings. She worries for me, I worry for her, we hang with friends, and we are just together as a family.

“Okay, okay,” I respond with a sigh. “How are your classes going?” I ask instead, changing the subject.

I listen along, but it’s more of a rant than her needing my input, and when she finally says goodbye, I rub my head and the ache blooming there.

“Yo, Anders!” Noah calls.

“Here,” I reply, pushing from the car and heading through the garage to find him and the others all gathering around a brand-new race car. “Damn, is that for the newbie?”

We took on a new racer recently. He’s supposed to be the best, but he demanded a whole brand-new car, which Noah obliged, but as I stare at it, I whistle. It’s boring as hell. Is that how he wanted it?

“You paint, right?” Noah asks as I join them. I don’t speak, and he rolls his eyes. “I know you do. He didn’t like any of the designs they could do, so it’s up to you.” He slaps a booklet against my chest with a grin, and I know he did it on purpose. He ordered it plain so I could paint it. I mentioned how I enjoyed it and wanted to try more once or twice, and here he is, giving me the opportunity.

That’s one thing about Noah: he cultivated his family here. He gives them what they need while making it seem like we are doing him a favor, and I’m forever grateful for the day he took me on.

I never knew this is where my life would be, but I couldn’t be happier.

As they scatter back into the garage, I pull out my phone and turn, snapping a selfie before the car.

Alek: Look what I get to paint.

Pretty Boy: Is it my ass later?

Pretty Boy: Damn, I can’t wait to see what you do with it. I told you Noah loves you. I’m so proud of you, baby.

EVAN

LOML: I’ll do both ;)

Laughing, I put my phone away and hurry over to the camera. Conan is waiting with a welcoming smile. He might be odd, but damn is he talented, and when I called him after my show, he offered me work experience with him this summer. It means I had to quit my part-time job, but they were more than happy to see me go, and they even threw me a congratulations party. I truly am blessed.

I work around my degree and help him with shoots, and he even put my name on one of them. It appeared in a magazine and everything, and Alek had it framed and hung above our bed, the loser.

He grins. “Are you ready, Evan?”

“Ready.” I nod rapidly.

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