Page 49 of Racing Hearts

I need him spread across my back seat while I claim my winnings.

I need the paradise I tasted on his lips.

I need him, and I’m tired of being scared of that.

I know what crossing that line means. This isn’t fun. This is me deciding that he’s mine and I like boys—no, one boy, him.

He must see it written in my gaze because he leans closer, gripping my chin and pulling me down. “Not getting scared, are you, Anders? I thought you never lost.”

“I don’t,” I snap, knowing he’s winding me up.

“All talk.” His eyes drop to my body. “I guess I could go find someone else who could act—” He turns and grabs the handle, but before he can leave, I pull his door shut as my lips meet his ear.

“You’ll be begging for forgiveness for this shit later, you brat,” I warn, loving it when he shivers against me. “Try to leave again and see what happens.”

His eyes meet mine over his shoulder. I see a dare in them, but I simply arch an eyebrow. For once, he backs down, but his hand lands on my thigh, sliding higher and higher. “Then win, Anders, or I’ll find someone who can.”

It’s a challenge, and we both know I won’t back down.

He has given me the excuse I need to win, not just to fuck him.

He’s fucking incredible.

I want to tell him that, to thank him, but I hear the horn that indicates the next race is lining up.

“Well, Anders?” he prompts.

Grinding my jaw and biting down on my retort, I drive us to the line once more. This time, the lineup is filled with racers I know, good ones, including Sky, and I sit up taller, knowing it’s going to be one hell of a ride. That will only make my win that much sweeter as I claim the bratty, pretty boy’s ass.

This time, I don’t fuck around. As soon as the flag is down, I’m off. I don’t show off, just maintain pure concentration as I wind through the crowd, drifting around a corner. I meet Sky’s eyes through his passenger window as we level out, and he smirks as he guns it, shooting past me. I ride his bumper until the next corner and then feint left. When he goes to block me, I jerk right and shoot past him, flipping him off as I go.

Not one to give up, he rides my tail for the next three corners, taking every chance to try and slip past me. The field narrows down to him and me as we level out on the home stretch. It’s one of the tightest races of my career, and he knows it as he winks at me, edging forward. He makes me work for it, my engine overheating as I force us to go faster. We might not be able to stop in time, but I’m not losing this race. When Sky brakes so he doesn’t crash at the end, I speed up, sliding over the line and slamming on the brakes as I jerk the wheel. I control the movement so we spin until we stop just inches away from the screaming crowd.

My heart is pounding, but my eyes lock on Evan. He’s staring at me, his eyes wide with wonder.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods silently, so I reach over.

“Rich boy, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he croaks before coughing. “I guess you won.” The lusty smile he gives me makes me laugh, and I climb out of the car to check my engine as he gets out after me. Sanjay waves at me, handing over a stack of cash as he goes to calm the crowd. The other cars stop behind us. Once I’m sure my engine isn’t going to explode, I point at the car and leave Evan there as I head over to Sky, who’s climbing from his.

“Shit, man,” he says. “You nearly went too far that time.”

“Nah, I had it under control.” I accept his arm as a greeting, and he shakes his head as we pull back.

“Fucker, you were determined to win,” he mutters.

“I had something important on the line.” He follows my gaze to Evan, who is watching us, a crowd moving closer to him and my car.

“Uh-huh, I bet. Come on then, let’s go meet your boy.” Before I can stop him, he heads Evan’s way. I quickly catch up.

“Don’t even think about it,” I mutter.

“You scared I’ll steal him?” Sky grins, running his eyes over Evan. Stepping before him, I cross my arms, blocking his view.

I smirk. “No, because you would be dead before you touched him.”

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