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“What?” I echo. “You just went full hitman in front of the entire paddock.”
“I’m done with people fucking with you guys.” He looks between us. “You’re mine.I protect what’s mine.”
A bolt of pure desire shoots through my spine at his fierce expression, his protective words. Judging by the way Mason goes pink? Yeah, that line didn’t just go straight to onlymyprivate parts.
My gaze travels down Mason’s body, and yup, definitely some growth happening in the shorts department.
If my socks were real, they’d be doing the same thing.
I choke on a laugh, and Luc raises a brow. “Quoi?What’s funny?”
He follows my gaze to Mason’s crotch and lets out a low, delighted laugh. “Ah. Speaking of cocks…”
“Luc,” Mason hisses, eyes wide as he checks if anyoneoverheard. No one is close, which only makes me laugh harder.
Luc’s grin turns wicked. “Let’s go to my hotel room. I’ve got a present forPetite.” He takes my wrist and starts tugging me along.
Mason groans. “If that’s just your dick and you’re calling it a present, Delacroix, I swear…”
Luc smirks over his shoulder. “Idée incroyable, but no. Not this time.”
“Can you even just leave pit setup like that?” I ask, letting myself be pulled because,well, it’s Luc.
“Did you not just see?” He glances back at the chaos behind us and flashes that arrogant grin. “I can do anything.”
Mason groans again, muttering something under his breath that sounds an awful lot likebloody maniac.
Seems like whatever the hell this ‘present’ is, I’m about to find out. And even if it’s just his dick. Um, honestly?
I’m kinda all in.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Alaina
The door to Luc’s hotel room closes behind us with a final, decisive snap.
Mason leans back against the doorframe, eyes closed, exhaling like the weight of the day’s bullshit finally caught up with him, but he just realized it’s only morning. “I’m so done with this circuit shit.”
“But we’re not done with the racing shit,” Luc replies, crouching down at Toulouse’s cage. “And you can’t have one without the other.”
The little guy is curled up in his hammock, sleeping like a baby, but it doesn’t distract me from my buzzing curiosity.
“What’s the present?” I ask.
Luc straightens and raises a brow at me. “Patience isn’t your strong suit, huh,Petite?”
I glare, but he laughs and nods toward a cardboard box next to his suitcase. “It’s in there. Wait, let me?—”
But Mason is already there, lifting the lid, and he hesitates only a second before he pulls out something bright pink.
My jaw drops.
“You bought her abloody dildo?”
Luc grabs the hot pink dildo from Mason’s hands. “That’s not forher,”he says, shoving it back in the box.
Mason cocks an eyebrow. “It’s for you?”
