Page 41 of Racer

I reached down and rubbed her clit with rough, possessive strokes. “Come for me. Now. I want you to come while I breed you.”

Her whole body tensed.

“You want my come, angel?” I rasped. “You want me to put a baby in you, don’t you?”

She moaned so loud, it echoed off the walls. “Yes! Yes, oh my?—”

“Gonna fill you, angel. Knock you up so no one ever looks at you without knowing you’re mine.”

She cried out again, high and keening, shaking around me as her orgasm hit. I didn’t slow down. If anything, I fucked her harder, shoving her up the wall with every thrust.

“Such a good girl,” I muttered, voice hoarse. “Taking every inch. Greedy little pussy needs to be bred, doesn’t it?”

She nodded frantically, lost in it. “Yes! Yes, please?—”

That was it. That was the end.

I shoved deep and came with a groan, my whole body tensing as I emptied myself inside her, hot and thick and endless. She shattered around me again, screaming my name, her legs trembling, barely able to stay upright as her pussy milked every last drop.

I stayed there, locked inside her, panting against the back of her neck, chest pressed to her spine. When I could breathe again, I pulled out and spun her around, lifting her into my arms. Her thighs were sticky with my come, her cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes glassy.

Mine.

I kissed her slowly this time, full of all the things I didn’t know how to say. When I finally set her down, she wobbled, clinging to my arms.

“Can’t walk?” I asked, feeling smug.

She glared up at me. “Asshole.”

I smirked and pressed my lips to hers. “You’re mine.”

She looked as though she might say something smart again, so I kissed her again. This time, it was soft and slow, almost reverent. I poured out everything I felt but didn’t think she was ready to hear.

When I released her lips, she looked at me, blue eyes wide and wet.

“I was always yours,” she whispered.

And fuck me—I felt that down to my bones.

14

EMILY

The roar of the crowd filtered through the glass, muffled but impossible to ignore. I paced the length of the Redline Kings owner’s box, arms crossed tight against my chest as I stared at the track below. The Helline Circuit was still an underground race, but Kane paid off the right people to be able to host at the Redline Speedway.

I hated being stuck in here.

The pit was where I belonged. Where I could run diagnostics, check telemetry, and shout strategy over the headset. Not locked away in an air-conditioned skybox, watching through reinforced glass as if I were some delicate spectator.

But Jude had put his foot down. Hard. And I hadn’t wanted to distract him while he was racing against drivers who literally wanted to kill him. So I’d given in without a fight.

Kane was at my side as the signal dropped. Jude’s Charger peeled out with a growl that set my heart racing. The others surged with him, and engines snarled as tires screamed across the pavement.

For the first couple of laps, he held steady. All smooth lines and tactical turns.

Even from up here, I could feel it—the tension coiling beneath the surface.

We were all waiting for Dez’s guys to pull some crap on the track. But at least Jude had backup this time from some of the other teams.

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