Page 46 of Racer

It was nearly three in the morning when I arrived back at the clubhouse. The halls were silent except for the low hum of the AC buzzing faintly above me as I made my way to our room. When I opened the door, moonlight spilled in across the floorboards and over the bed.

Emily was curled beneath the blankets, her hair a golden halo against the dark blue sheets and pillow. One arm wastucked beneath her head, the other flung out as though she’d been reaching for me.

I kicked off my boots, stripped out of my clothes, and slid onto the mattress behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close. She stirred when I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, sighing softly before she snuggled in closer.

She was safe. Warm. Alive.

Knowing that the morning would bring a new chapter in my life, I felt free and at peace as I closed my eyes and slept.

The smellof steam and soap filled my nose as I slowly came awake.

I rolled over, muscles sore but loose, and caught the sound of water running from the en suite. The bathroom door was cracked just enough to let in the glow.

A smile slowly crawled across my face as I realized Emily was in the shower.

I reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the little black box I’d tucked there a few days ago—for when we made it through the storm.

Now, all the bullshit was behind us, and I couldn’t wait to put my physical claim on Emily so everyone knew she belonged to me. I set the box on the dresser, then completed one more task before stripping and stepping into the bathroom.

She was rinsing shampoo from her hair, eyes closed, face tilted toward the spray. Her body was slick and glistening in the soft light, every soft curve and tight line a siren’s call straight to my dick.

I stepped in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She jumped, then relaxed into me instantly.

“You’re awake,” she whispered. “I’m so glad you're back.”

“Me too, angel,” I murmured against her neck. “It’s over.”

Her hands slid over mine. “What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re done here. We can go home now.”

She turned in my arms, eyes wide and searching. “Home?”

“Yeah, angel,” I said, brushing a wet strand from her cheek with a crooked smile. “You’re mine. I’m keeping you. Not gonna leave without you. Where I go, you go. Because home is wherever you are.”

Her lips parted in a soft gasp, and something melted behind her eyes. She looped her arms around my neck and moved in close until our bodies were practically glued together in the hot spray. Her hard nipples pressed against my chest, and my already hard dick swelled to the point of pain.

“I love you, angel. More than life.”

Emily lit up like the fucking Fourth of July.

“I love you,” she whispered. “So much it hurts.”

I crushed my mouth to hers, my tongue sweeping deep, my hands sliding down to cup her ass. When I rocked my hips toward her, her breath hitched and her knees buckled, but I caught her and backed her up against the tile wall.

“Wanna show me?” I rasped.

She dropped to her knees without hesitation.

My hand gripped her hair as her lips wrapped around my cock, and I groaned as her tongue swirled—hot, slick, and perfect. She took me deep, worshipping every inch until I was on the edge of losing it.

When I yanked her back up, she gasped in surprise.

“Need to be inside you,” I growled.

I lifted her by the thighs and drove into her in one hard thrust.

She cried out, grabbing onto my biceps, her fingers digging into my skin as I fucked her against the shower wall.

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