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“So fuck it,” I snapped, getting impatient.

Devon reached between our bodies and wrapped his hand around my throat. “Are you mouthing me off while I’m fucking you?” He slowed his pace but increased his depth. I couldn’t help the groan of satisfaction that came with that. “I fucking own you right now, Maddox.” He rocked our bodies together, fucking me without actual friction. Just motion, and holy shit, he was going to win this fight.

“Fuck you,” I panted, loving every minute of this. When Devon got bossy, I revelled in his demands.

“You’re mine, Maddox,” he repeated, rocking into me. “Fuck, you’re mine.” Our eyes connected as he spoke that possessive bullshit I loved. My head filled with pressure from his grip on my throat, but it made the rest of my body come alive. I grabbed his hips, controlling him as much as he controlled me. “Fuck, Madd. Come with me.”

I stroked my cock a few times, and then we were both gasping moans and breathing too hard, hitting that peak together. We didn’t always come at the same time, but when we did, it felt different. Deeper. A better connection. A stopped fraction of time where nothing else mattered except the two of us and the tension we bred.

I lit up with electricity and Devon’s forehead hit mine way too hard. He came inside me, groaning in my face, and I held my breath, coming all over his abs. When his head slipped off mine, hitting my shoulder, I grabbed his hair and brought his mouth to mine.

“I love you,” he wheezed, those smokers’ lungs taking hold. “I’m not losing you over work bullshit, Madd. Shit. I love you.”

I’d never get tired of hearing him say that. The way he said it was aggressive, punching those words straight into my bloodstream to pump through my heart. “Love you. We’ll figure it out.” I bit his bottom lip.

“We better,” he said, giving me one more kiss before pulling out. He let out his usual groan of admiration, watching his cum drip from my ass. With his finger, he pushed it back in and growled. “Makes me want to fuck you again.”

“Shower with me instead.” I got up, grabbing his hand.

We showered, barely fitting in there together, ran out of hot water after a measly eight minutes, fought over a single towel, and sat on the front deck to cool down. It was still hot, but at least the humidity had fucked off for the night.

“Don’t make fun of me for this,” Devon started, setting a bag on his lap. “But I thought these might help during the day.” He passed it to me.

I looked inside to find two boxes. “You got us phones?” I laughed. “What the fuck, Devon? We don’t need these. We have the shared ones.”

“They’re shitty phones, but at least we can message each other throughout the day. Might make it feel like we don’t go sixteen hours without seeing each other. Just try it.”

I pulled out a phone and hunted for the power button. “I don’t even know how to use this bullshit.”

Devon laughed, and then he laughed even more. “What the hell is wrong with us? It’s like we don’t even live in this century.”

“We don’t,” I agreed. “We live in Garron Park.”

3

-Devon-

Ikickedmylegout, carving the berm and gritting my teeth. This track was a shit show. These berms were half blown out, and the chunder up ahead would make my kidneys ache tomorrow. None of that mattered because Maddox was on my tail, and a little clunky dirt wasn’t going to stop me from whooping his ass. He’d been taunting me all day about this race, claiming my tires were shot and my brakes were unreliable, but I had something he didn’t have. More damn determination to win the bet we’d set. And I rode clean, even with a clapped-out bike.

There was a rookie ahead of me, and he managed the first half of the track just fine, but he was new around here, and had no idea what was coming. We were on the second hour, and despite the weather threatening to muddy up the track, I lived for this shit.

I twisted the throttle, gaining on the rookie while Maddox gained on me. The adrenaline that rushed through my blood, knowing he was behind me, thrilled the shit out of me. Maybe I liked being chased, but maybe I liked leading him even more. With him at my back, I thrived under the challenge of it.

As we rounded the bend and flew over a hill, we entered a forest stretch that was tight, full of roots and fallen branches, and had chewed up dirt that hit my goggles and made seeing the track impossible. I ripped off a tear-away, seeing an opportunity to bypass the rookie on the next hill. My brakes might have been shot, but he didn’t have the guts to gun it up that steep slope.

His tire reached the bottom of the incline a few seconds before mine, and when he wobbled, trying to stand up and lean forward to increase momentum, I kicked out beside him and grinned as his head whipped in my direction. I gunned it, almost kicking out the back tire, but managed to manoeuvre my way up the slope. My tires hit the flat top together, knocking me forward a bit, and then my rage kicked up and my competitive side came out.

Maddox wasright fucking there.

The trail narrowed, and he fought me for the lead position, but fuck him. I cut him off just in time, blocking his path to the front of the pack. The rookie was right on his tail, and for a few kilometres, we weaved through the forest faster than was probably sane. Downshifting when necessary and climbing back to fourth and fifth whenever I could. My heart thumped along with the rev of the engine, and when the course opened up, I shifted into fourth, then fifth, and gave it everything I had.

Getting through a rocky stretch that exhausted my arms, climbing over logs that rattled my helmet, and ripping another tear-away off my goggles when the rain started, I breathed in the ripe humid air and glanced to my right. Maddox’s front tire was level with the middle of my bike, and all that was left between us and the finish line was the south hill. Wide enough for two bikes. Barely.

A flash of black and red came into my peripheral, and then he pulled a dick move. One I just pulled on him before the narrow trail. He fucking gunned it and cut me off. Climbing the hill, my blood boiled when he weaved, blocking my chances of taking the lead at every widening of the path.

Tempted to nudge him, I almost rammed my front tire into his back one, but I pulled back at the last second. It’d only end with both of us crashing and burning, and I wasn’t dumb enough to do it. The flag at the finish line came into view, and for the last stretch, the track opened up again.

Neck and neck, we fought hard battles, gaining and losing that precious inch until the checkered flag waved and we kicked down to neutral.

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