Page 97 of Racing Hearts

She nods, sitting with Lally. Alek takes my hand, and we head outside to the breakers around back. It isn’t the first time this has happened, so I’ll act as his flashlight when he needs it, but when we get away from the windows, he pushes me against the wall of the house. His hand smacks against the wood as his dark eyes lock on me.

“Alek, the lights?—”

“Can wait a minute. I’ve wanted to do this all night.” His head lowers, and his lips crash onto mine. Groaning, I grip his shirt and haul him closer as he rubs against my body, his tongue tangling with mine.

His hand slides down, shoving into my jeans and stroking my length as I gasp, turning my head, but his lips press against my neck.

“Alek,” I moan.

“That’s it, pretty boy, moan my name. We all know you’ll be screaming it later when I’m buried in your pretty ass.”

Oh fuck. My eyes close as he strokes me, his teeth digging into my neck. “Please,” I beg.

“You’re mine, pretty boy. Say it,” he demands as he tugs my jeans down and frees my cock. Shoving his pants down, he presses our lengths together as he slides his hands along me.

“I’m yours.” My head hits the house hard as I thrust against him, desire flaming through me until I’m on the verge of coming from his touch. “And you’re mine.”

His lips tilt up against my neck. “I am yours, every inch of me, and you’ll get every inch later to prove it, but for now, I want to feel you come. I want it on me when I go back in there so I can hold back while you grind against me like my own fucking porn star.”

I laugh, but it ends in a moan when he squeezes my cock. Suddenly, there’s a shout from inside. “Alek, hurry the fuck up. Tommy is being weird in the dark!”

We break apart, panting, and burst into laughter. “Come on, before they send out a search party.” Reluctantly, I tuck my hard dick away, and he frowns, glaring through the house’s wall before kissing me harder.

“Later,” he promises.

He puts himself away then takes my hand once more, and we head into the back garden. He crouches down at the box as I shine the flashlight, and he quickly takes care of it before we go back inside hand in hand. We shut the door behind us, and I raise my eyebrow when I find Tommy twerking on a very amused Skylar.

“You know what? I’m not even going to ask.”

Just then, the lights cut out again, and we all turn to the front door. I glance at Alek. “It shouldn’t do that, right?”

“Maybe there’s a problem,” he mutters, but he’s frowning. “Stay here.”

“Like hell I will.” I follow him back out, no funny business this time, and when I shine my flashlight on the box, we both freeze. It’s damaged, the wires cut. Our eyes meet, and we both turn to the house.

“Alice!”

We start running just as a crash cuts through the air, followed by screams.

FORTY-SEVEN

“What happened? Why are you screaming?” I ask as I hurry into the living room, searching Alice for injuries.

“The crash scared me, that’s all.” She looks upstairs where it came from.

“Stay here,” I order everyone, grabbing a baseball bat from a closet. I ascend the stairs, turning when there’s a creak to find a determined Evan right behind me.

“Downstairs,” I hiss.

“No,” he snaps.

I grit my teeth, knowing it’s no good to fight with him. I search the bathroom then Alice’s room before mine. The back window is smashed in, glass covering the bed, and there’s a giant rock on the comforter. Picking it up one-handed, I turn it over to find writing on the back.

SHE’S MINE.

I show Evan, and he nods. “He’s here. We should call the police.”

“Go back downstairs, I want us all together.”

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