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I wasn’t sure, but I thought it had something to do with the floor-to-ceiling windows in our living room. I’d fucked him against them more times than I could count, and with how often I caught him gazing at them, it became a regular thing.
We’d gone through so much glass cleaner from wiping away bodily fluids, I was considering buying some shares in the company. Maybe I’d present them to Rev as a gift for his birthday.
His parents had moved into Rev’s old apartment, while his grandma stayed in their family home.
When the last season ended, the IGG officially recognised the Iskari as equals. There were still changes to be made, some of which would take years to complete, but a few of the most important had already taken effect.
Rev’s parents now received a respectable wage from their jobs, with employers no longer able to underpay them just because of who they were. We’d tried to convince them to find better paying jobs, but both were happy where they were. They’d been there a long time, were good friends with their colleagues, and enjoyed the work they did.
His grandma received a pension now, and no longer had to rely on selling herbal creams on Astrazon. Rev had bought the apartment from their landlord as a gift for her, ignoring her protests when she refused to accept the deed.
She gave in when he batted his lashes at her, because no one was immune to that look.
She’d also started a new crochet business, and whenever we stopped by during the week, I helped her create some stock. As a result, my fingers were more nimble than ever, and I was damn sure Rev’s prostate was grateful.
Overall, the Iskari’s situation had improved. Rev met up with Talia and her husband often, and we’d even attended their twins’ sixteenth birthday party. Both he and other Iskari volunteers attended regular meetings with the IGG, ensuring the ongoing changes remained positive, and so far everything was going well.
Jax and Rev chatted while we walked through the paddock. I hadn’t seen much of my best friend during the off-season. He’d been busy with something he wasn’t sharing with me. But I wasn’t about to pry. Not yet.
I hoped he’d tell me soon, though. Otherwise I’d have to stick my nose in, despite Rev’s warnings to stay out of it.
When Zenith’s garage came into view, I spotted Zylo talking to one of the crew. He caught sight of us as we got closer and broke off the conversation, hurrying over to greet us.
“Revvy!” Zylo boomed, as if we were miles away instead of just a few feet.
He swooped in and wrapped Rev in a bear hug, lifting my boyfriend off the ground. He squeezed so hard I thought I heard Rev’s ribs creak, making me wince in sympathy. I’d have to kiss them better later. What a shame for me.
“How was your off-season, Zylo?” Jax asked, and Zylo launched into a romantic story about proposing to Saelix after thirteen years together.
Rev and I had already heard the story straight from Saelix, since we’d ended up seeing Zylo quite a bit during our time off.
Despite Rev’s usual aversion to people, he’d made it clear that he wanted to get to know his teammate better. So we’d met up with the couple often, whether for dinner at their home in Zyphar or drinks at a cocktail bar on Solveth.
On one memorable night, I’d got my chance to bump and grind with Rev on the dance floor, before heading home and fucking him against the shower wall.
Fuck you, Dray. This guy was mine now.
As Tavoris and Ailor emerged from their respective team garages, our conversation drew to a natural close. It was time to get to work.
Zylo and Jax were the first to peel away, heading off to meet with the strategists and start planning for the season ahead. But Rev and I lingered, stealing a few extra seconds together, even though we’d end up in the same place by day’s end.
“Ready for another year, rookie?” I asked, voice low and just for him.
Rev arched a sculpted brow. “I don’t think you can call me that anymore, Mercer.”
Oof. Surnames. That meant one thing. Competition mode. And fuck, I loved it.
“You’ll always be a rookie to me, baby.”
He trailed his fingers up my chest, slow and deliberate, stopping at the base of my throat. “Maybe this year you’ll be calling me a winner, hotshot.”
“Over my dead body,” I said with a grin. “I already gave up one championship for you. This year, I’m taking it back.”
His lips curled, black eyes gleaming with mischief. “Wanna make this weekend a little more interesting?”
The openness in his expression was still such a novelty, something I never wanted to take for granted. He could have asked me to do just about anything, and I would’ve said yes.
Stars, he could suggest I streak down the pit lane with a furry tail lodged where the sun doesn’t shine, and I’d agree without blinking.
