Page 56 of Hyperspeed
The door flew open before I could reach the handle, sending me stumbling backwards onto a bench. I was grateful the towel was big enough to cover my dick, since I was suddenly sprawled across the wood.
And when I looked up, searching for the culprit, I met the narrowed eyes of Kai Mercer.
He loomed over me, chest heaving. His hair was damp, droplets falling onto the white T-shirt that hugged his chest. He’d showered somewhere, and for a second I wondered whether he really did have a private changing area.
“What the hell is your problem?” I snapped, gripping the towel tighter around my waist. Kai’s gaze flicked down for a second before returning to mine, his hazel eyes burning with anger.
“Myproblem?” he bit out. “My problem,rookie, is that you cost me the goddamn race.”
I pushed to my feet, but he was still taller, and I hated that he could literally look down at me.
“You DNF’d because your tyres melted, Mercer.” The marks on my skin pulsed a deep merlot, illuminating his shirt. “Maybe next time don’t ride them into the sun.”
“You knewI’d go wide on that turn.” He stepped closer. “You knew I’d oversteer.”
“You’re blamingmefor your fuck-up?!” I scoffed at his audacity, my resulting laugh dark and void of humour. “Of course you are. God forbid the great Kai Mercer makes a mistake.”
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” His voice dropped lower, darker, with the promise of . . . something. This time, when he took a step forward, I took one back before he could close the gap between us. “Just because you got one win—”
“Earneda win, you mean,” I cut in, shoving his chest to stop his approach. But he didn’t budge. “You’re not the only one who knows how to drive, Mercer.”
Kai continued to stalk me, like a predator eyeing its prey, while I retreated, attempting to put distance between us. Our respective movements continued until I felt the cool metal of the lockers against my back.
I had nowhere left to run. His jaw clenched, and this close, I could see the twitch of muscle under his skin. His hands flexed at his sides, as if he didn’t trust them. Like they might do something unwise.
And then they did.
One slammed into the locker beside my head, making the door rattle. It took everything in me not to flinch, and I wondered if he’d dented it.
“Admit it. You justloveto get under my skin,” he growled, leaning in until our noses brushed.
When I tilted my head back, my lips brushed against Kai’s, his stubble tickling my freshly washed skin. He was so close that when I exhaled, he could feel the heat from my breath. Feel the moisture on his lips. His tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, as though trying to steal whatever trace of me lingered there.
“Maybe I like seeing you unravel, hotshot,” I murmured.
The air between us was heavy and thick, like the static before a storm. My heart pounded against my ribs, hard enough to leave bruises under the skin. It was so loud in my ears, I worried Kai would hear it too. That he’d call me outon my nerves, on my false display of confidence. Each heaving breath forced his T-shirt to brush against my chest, and the contact made my nipples pebble.
We didn’t speak, just stared, locked in a silent standoff. Our eyes were twin pools of fury, yet worlds apart.
One black, one hazel.
One alien, one human.
I thought Kai would push away and storm out. But he didn’t.
He just murmured, “Fuck it.”
And then his lips were on mine.
He crashed against me—angry, desperate,filthy. One hand gripped my damp hair, while the other wrapped around my throat. His grip wasn’t so tight that it cut off my air, but it was enough for me to feel it. Enough to pull out a moan that Kai swallowed down as if it was meant for him.
His tongue invaded my mouth, battling with mine and invading every inch, as though he was desperate for a taste. The feel of them intertwined made me shiver, and I gripped his T-shirt in my fingers.
When Kai pulled away, I chased his lips for more. I knew I’d be mortified later, but for now, I didn’t have to worry. He didn’t go far, just kissed along my jaw, his teeth scraping over my skin. The sensation had heat flooding my system, and I could feel my cock thickening under the towel. He pressed his thigh between my legs, adding just the right amount of pressure, and I couldn’t help but groan.
I’d jerked off countless times. I was a healthy young guy with a standard sex drive, after all.
But I’d never been touched by anyone other than myself, and the unfamiliar sensation lit me up from the inside—literally, if the way the markings on my skin flared pink was anything to go by. Stars, it was bright enough to drown out the ceiling lights.
