Page 82 of Racing Hearts

It’s brutal and slow.

We are so close and connected. It’s different this time.

This isn’t just fucking. This is deeper.

He stretches every inch of me, filling me so deeply it’s almost too much, and then he starts to move, slowly rolling his hips. I claw at my bindings, wanting to feel his skin as he presses my leg higher with each deep, hard thrust.

The bed creaks from the force, our breaths mingling. “You’re mine, pretty boy,” he states. “Alek’s boy, you hear me?”

I nod jerkily. “Please.”

“If anyone tries to take you away, I’ll kill them,” he promises against my lips. “You’re going to be like this every morning and night—under me, over me, taking me.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

He leans back, gripping my hips as he slams into me, forcing me to take him. My dick jerks in need, leaking all over.

“Goddamn, look at you. You’re a fucking work of art, Evan Shaw,” he praises, his dark eyes dragging along my body as he fucks me, tilting my hips until he rubs across that spot that nearly has me coming, and then he reaches up.

He rips off the bindings and his hands curl into mine above my head as we kiss once more, our rhythm speeding up as our bodies come together. His cock is so deep inside me, I know it will hurt with each step I take tomorrow, but it will be so worth it.

“My Evan,” he says against my lips. “Mine, mine, all mine.”

“Yours,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around him, urging him to do more. His rolling thrusts have me rocking into him, desire shooting through me until I can’t breathe.

My toes curl, my entire body locks up, and then with a yell muted against his skin, I come all over us. His cock jerks inside me, and then he hammers into me until his groans follow mine. His cum fills my ass as he presses me down to the bed, breathing heavily.

He opens his eyes, meeting mine, and then leans down, kissing me once more. “Mine, pretty boy.”

“Yours,” I murmur.

FORTY

Ipromised Alek I would keep an eye on Alice. He wanted her to stay home, but she’s determined not to let this psycho ruin her life, and honestly, I fucking admire her for it. She’s so much more like her brother than she knows. He drops us both off, and I walk her to class, promising to meet after.

“Evan, go, I’m fine.” She sighs, rolling her eyes before she smiles. “I’m glad you two made up.”

“Yeah? Me too,” I reply, blushing hard, hoping she didn’t hear us this morning. Alek kept his promise—he kept me up all night, and I loved it.

She laughs, no doubt reading my face. “Don’t worry, noise canceling headphones, remember?” She squeezes my arm. “Thank you for loving him and making him smile. I know he’s a pain in the ass, but he deserves you, Evan. He deserves to be happy. Hell, you two even have me believing in love again.”

“You’ll find someone, Alice, who will treasure you and know how incredible you are,” I promise.

“I know.” She smiles and waves me off. “Now go. Don’t be late because of me. I’ll text you if anything comes up.”

I watch her go inside, shoving my hands in my pockets, then I head out of the building, ready to meet for the workshop that’s happening near the foundation, but I only take two steps when two familiar police officers step into my path.

“Evan,” Winchester greets.

“Here to take me to the station again?” I ask casually.

“No, we heard what happened and wanted to talk.” He holds his hands up, and I nod, looking around.

“Follow me.” I head over to a free bench, ignoring the looks I’m receiving as they sit opposite me. I know there are rumors, but the important people in my life know the truth, and that’s all that matters.

“We heard about the delivery at your friend’s house.”

“Boyfriend,” I correct. Honestly, it doesn’t really matter, but it does to me. They hesitate, the younger one taken aback.

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