Page 50 of Racing Hearts

Sky laughs, slinging an arm around my shoulders and steering us to a grinning Evan. “He’s not my type anyway. I like them moody and a little crazy,” he whispers in my ear. I watch Evan’s eyes narrow us so I duck away, not wanting him to be pissed at me after we just made up. Instead, I head his way and lean next to him against my car, making sure our thighs touch.

“Only two for you?” Sky asks.

“Yeah. Thought I’d leave some winnings for you for a change.” My eyes drift to Evan though. I want my winnings. The entire time I talk to Sky, all I can think about is bending Evan over in my back seat and finding out if he feels as good as he tastes.

His eyes find mine as he looks up at me through his lashes, driving me insane, and when Sky chuckles, I realize we have just been staring at each other.

“Jesus, just get out of here, will you? You two are practically undressing each other in front of me. I feel like I need popcorn or some shit.”

Without sparing him a look, I open the passenger seat and wait for Evan to climb in. Sliding across the trunk, I get into the driver’s seat and pull away before his belt is even in place. I leave the racers and Sky far behind as the darkness of the empty roads closes in on us, only ratcheting up my desire. I can smell him all over me, in my car, and on my skin. I want more of it. I grip the wheel to stop myself from touching him because I know as soon as I do, it will be over.

I haven’t been able to sleep or think about anything else apart from us getting hot and heavy in my car. It’s been driving me crazy, and tonight, I’m giving in.

“I like your friend.” Evan grins as I speed away.

“Don’t,” I grunt, unable to form a sentence around my desire, and the little, rich prick doesn’t help when he leans over and brushes his mouth up my throat to my ear. His hand lands on my hard cock.

“Can you drive if I’m playing with you?” he teases.

“Rich boy,” I warn, but his tongue darts out and tastes my pulse.

“Eyes on the road, Anders,” he says when I glance at him. “I’m trusting you not to crash while I play.”

I force my eyes to the road in front of us. My heart races, and desire spirals through me, making it difficult to breathe as his hand massages my dick through my jeans. His mouth glides down my neck and back up before he bites down hard enough to mark me, and the slight pain makes me hiss, the wheel jerking in my grip as he chuckles.

Luckily, no one is on the road or we would have crashed, especially when he opens my jeans and unzips me, sliding his hand inside and gripping my length. I lift my hips as I struggle to breathe.

He hums, licking my ear and biting the lobe. “You’re so big, Anders. I can’t wait to feel you stretching my ass.”

Holy fuck.

Those words send images through my head, ones that have me speeding up. I need to get us somewhere safe before I lose it. I’m not an idiot. As soon as I started realizing I was interested in Evan, I did some research, not wanting to look like a fumbling moron. I didn’t expect to like what I saw so much, and the idea of Evan like that . . .

“You like that? I can feel you. Do you want to be buried in my ass, Alek? Do you want to fill me with your cum?”

“Rich boy,” I growl, my eyes narrowing on the road. It’s so hard to concentrate, it’s not even funny.

Leaning down, he places a kiss on my cock, and I’m lost.

Jerking the wheel to the side, I stop us in the darkness of a dead-end road. My lights are still on, but I don’t care. I rip off my seat belt and reach for him. He gasps as my lips press to his, and then I shove him into the back seat, crawling after him as he chuckles.

“I want my winnings, rich boy.”

TWENTY-FIVE

Icrash backward in the seat as he pins me, his lips finding mine. Our teeth clack together, and I taste my own blood from my lips. His hands tear at my clothes and delve under, tracing over my skin and branding me with his claim. I gasp into his mouth, arching up and begging for more.

He sits back abruptly, his eyes so dark they are black. He watches me, and I smirk.

“You won me, now what are you going to do with me?” I taunt, and it gets him moving. His hands frame my face and drag me up so I’m on my knees.

“Just looking at what’s mine, rich boy,” he murmurs, his gaze sweeping over my face. I was wrong. His eyes aren’t black. Up close, they are on fire, flaming with desire.

“Clothes off, pretty boy—everything but my jacket. I want you wearing that while I fuck you.”

I shiver, loving this possessive streak in him. I’m not ashamed to admit it makes me harder than I’ve ever been.

He reaches for my shirt when I’m too slow, and he helps me struggle from it before he slides his jacket back onto my shoulders. I reach for my pants and undo them before shoving them down, then I lie back and slide them off, kicking them away until I’m naked on his back seat.

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