Page 23 of Getting Off

Brooklyn seemed to feel the same way.She walked around the front of the truck.When she slapped at her racing uniform, a cloud of dust filled the air.One of the other racers was still filming her with his camera phone as a few of the racers headed into the club.

“You were amazing out there!”the guy shouted.“How did that feel?”

She pumped her fist and shouted, “It felt fucking awesome!”

The male racers all laughed and cheered before heading inside.Brooklyn looked absolutely tickled pink by their enthusiasm and acceptance.Even with her hair a wild mess, she was stunning.And right now, he found her absolutely endearing and completely beautiful.

“Dirty is a new look for you,” he said with a grin.

She snorted.“You look filthy too, Mr.Fox.ExceptI’mthe one looking filthy on camera.”

“Hey, let’s not get too formal.I’m saying I like it.Dirty is good.”

Brooklyn met his eyes.He felt heat stir between them.She really did have gorgeous eyes.Everything about her was beautiful.Special.Amazing.His opinion of her was so different than it had been only a week ago.Hell, different than it had been at the fundraiser.He’d known she was driven, skilled, dedicated, and all of that, but he’d seen a completely new side of her.And he loved it.

Dylan pulled off his helmet and headed toward the clubhouse.“Damn, I need a shower.Anyone else feeling a little grimy?”

“We were just talking about that.”Brooklyn made a low sound in her throat and touched a tangled lock of her blonde hair.“I’m pretty sure this is turning to dreads as we speak.”

“Tell you what,” Dylan said.“Let’s skip the clubhouse and hit my cabin instead.”

“You live out here?In the middle of nowhere?”

“Hell, yeah.I love the desert.Besides, I’m a club manager.I mentioned yesterday that I live on site.When I’m not racing, I’m out here every second of every day doing something.It’s easier for me to live here.”

“So,youwould’ve been the one called out to rescue someone trapped out on the course last night if it hadn’t been you already out there?”

“Exactly.I think… Wait, can you say that again?”

They headed into the club to get their clothes and left after Dylan talked a little with one of the employees and some of the racers.Back outside, Dylan led them away from the clubhouse toward a low-slung cedar building behind the yard.He lengthened his stride up the front walk and reached for the screen door of the little “cabin.”

Lucas hadn’t forgotten their kiss earlier.With his green eyes sparkling and his swaggering gait, Dylan was so full of life that Lucas couldn’t help but admire that fiercejoie de vivre.He’d never been this attracted to his previous male lovers.But it wasn’t just Dylan either.Brooklyn might’ve stolen a piece of his heart last night when she’d trusted them enough to open up about the loss of her brother.He’d been deeply touched by that.He knew it couldn’t have been easy.

He wanted her.He wanted Dylan.But maybe this was another effect of Dylan’s zest for living, for experience, for fun and excitement.Maybe you never had to choose between two equally great things.Perhaps you could have everything that life had to offer and more if you were only brave enough to ask for it.

Wasn’t that exactly what Lucas wanted?The best of everything?And in his mind, that meant Brooklyn and Dylan.He wouldn’t settle for anything less.

“This place is cute,” Brooklyn said as she stepped into the snug dwelling.“You’ve even got a fireplace.”

“Cute?”Dylan said, smirking.He set his helmet aside and was already stripping out of his suit right there in the foyer.“I like to call it rustic.It sounds manlier.”

She laughed.“Guys are all the same.”

“There’s nothing the same about the two of us, beautiful,” Lucas told her, his voice solemn as he met her gaze.“We’re two in a million.”

Dylan joined in right on cue, passion in his eyes as he looked at Brooklyn.“And to us, you’re worth far more than that, Doc.”

Lucas’s need for her, for the both of them, had deepened into an ache that couldn’t be denied.The ache was in his groin, and it was in his chest.He knew he could satisfy the ache in his groin easily enough.He’d been doing it all his life with plenty of other women and men.

But the ache in his chest?He suspected that ache could only be satisfied by having these two people belonging to him.

As he would belong to them.

Brooklyn opened her full lips to say something, but they were both distracted by Dylan, who was busily stripping down.This room wasn’t really a foyer exactly.It was more of a mudroom, complete with benches and hooks for just this purpose.As Dylan peeled off his gear and his muscular chest came into view, Lucas found himself doing the same and stripping down.Brooklyn was watching them both with wide eyes.

He bit back a grin.He wanted to give her a show, the way his naughty doctor had stirred his cock yesterday with her brazen change in the club locker room.

“The best thing about this cabin,” Dylan told Brooklyn in a casual tone of voice, “is the shower.The original caretaker was into DIY projects.He went to town on the bathroom.”

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