Page 14 of Getting Off

Bubba the Bronco went roaring down the homestretch between the flats and the club yards trailing a plume of dust at least a hundred yards long. A dune buggy and a side by side raced with them, nipping at their heels.

Lucas gripped the “oh shit” handle anchored to the dashboard and tried to decide why he couldn’t stop grinning.

Not that Dylan was much better off. He’d been letting out huge whoops of excitement for the last two hundred yards or so that only seemed to egg their driver on.

A driver who had left any semblance of the reserved neurologist behind on top of that desert plateau.

The main club buildings were in sight. Brooklyn finally slowed to the fifteen miles per hour demanded by the parking yard signs. A couple of the other racers were standing around filming them on their phone cameras, and others were cheering her on.

She skillfully maneuvered the dust-covered Bubba back into his parking spot in reverse. Then she pulled off her helmet and sat there behind the wheel with a serene expression on her face. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks were pink, and those blue eyes were no longer the least bit icy.

“Damn, woman!” Dylan said. “That kicked ass. I should be asking you to join my off-road racing team. You can borrow Bubba anytime you want. He definitely likes you.”

Brooklyn grinned at him. “Maybe I’ll just buy my own off-road machine and kick your ass.”

“Doc, you can kick my ass whenever you want.”

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re something else. You know that?”

“Guess I’ve suspected that for a long time,” Dylan said, his face turning solemn. “It’s good other people are finally starting to figure out how amazing it is to be me.”

Lucas left them to their banter and hopped out of the truck. He pulled off his helmet and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. He hadn’t felt this dirty in years. The thought of a hot shower seemed like pure heaven right now.

Brooklyn seemed to feel the same way. She walked around the front of the truck. When she slapped at her racing uniform, a cloud of dust filled the air. One of the other racers was still filming her with his camera phone as a few of the racers headed into the club.

“You were amazing out there!” the guy shouted. “How did that feel?”

She pumped her fist and shouted, “It felt fucking awesome!”

The male racers all laughed and cheered before heading inside. Brooklyn looked absolutely tickled pink by their enthusiasm and acceptance. Even with her hair a wild mess, she was stunning. And right now, he found her absolutely endearing and completely beautiful.

“Dirty is a new look for you,” he said with a grin.

She snorted. “You look filthy too, Mr. Fox. Except I’m the one looking filthy on camera.”

“Hey, let’s not get too formal. I’m saying I like it. Dirty is good.”

Brooklyn met his eyes. He felt heat stir between them.

She really did have gorgeous eyes. Everything about her was beautiful.

Special. Amazing. His opinion of her was so different than it had been only a week ago.

Hell, different than it had been at the fundraiser.

He’d known she was driven, skilled, dedicated, and all of that, but he’d seen a completely new side of her. And he loved it.

Dylan pulled off his helmet and headed toward the clubhouse. “Damn, I need a shower. Anyone else feeling a little grimy?”

“We were just talking about that.” Brooklyn made a low sound in her throat and touched a tangled lock of her blonde hair. “I’m pretty sure this is turning to dreads as we speak.”

“Tell you what,” Dylan said. “Let’s skip the clubhouse and hit my cabin instead.”

“You live out here? In the middle of nowhere?”

“Hell, yeah. I love the desert. Besides, I’m a club manager. I mentioned yesterday that I live on site. When I’m not racing, I’m out here every second of every day doing something. It’s easier for me to live here.”

“So, you would’ve been the one called out to rescue someone trapped out on the course last night if it hadn’t been you already out there?”

“Exactly. I think… Wait, can you say that again?”

They headed into the club to get their clothes and left after Dylan talked a little with one of the employees and some of the racers.

Back outside, Dylan led them away from the clubhouse toward a low-slung cedar building behind the yard.

He lengthened his stride up the front walk and reached for the screen door of the little “cabin.”

Lucas hadn’t forgotten their kiss earlier.

With his green eyes sparkling and his swaggering gait, Dylan was so full of life that Lucas couldn’t help but admire that fierce joie de vivre .

He’d never been this attracted to his previous male lovers.

But it wasn’t just Dylan either. Brooklyn might’ve stolen a piece of his heart last night when she’d trusted them enough to open up about the loss of her brother.

He’d been deeply touched by that. He knew it couldn’t have been easy.

He wanted her. He wanted Dylan. But maybe this was another effect of Dylan’s zest for living, for experience, for fun and excitement.

Maybe you never had to choose between two equally great things.

Perhaps you could have everything that life had to offer and more if you were only brave enough to ask for it.

Wasn’t that exactly what Lucas wanted? The best of everything? And in his mind, that meant Brooklyn and Dylan. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.

“This place is cute,” Brooklyn said as she stepped into the snug dwelling. “You’ve even got a fireplace.”

“Cute?” Dylan said, smirking. He set his helmet aside and was already stripping out of his suit right there in the foyer. “I like to call it rustic. It sounds manlier.”

She laughed. “Guys are all the same.”

“There’s nothing the same about the two of us, beautiful,” Lucas told her, his voice solemn as he met her gaze. “We’re two in a million.”

Dylan joined in right on cue, passion in his eyes as he looked at Brooklyn. “And to us, you’re worth far more than that, Doc.”

Lucas’s need for her, for the both of them, had deepened into an ache that couldn’t be denied. The ache was in his groin, and it was in his chest. He knew he could satisfy the ache in his groin easily enough. He’d been doing it all his life with plenty of other women and men.

But the ache in his chest? He suspected that ache could only be satisfied by having these two people belonging to him.

As he would belong to them.

Brooklyn opened her full lips to say something, but they were both distracted by Dylan, who was busily stripping down.

This room wasn’t really a foyer exactly.

It was more of a mudroom, complete with benches and hooks for just this purpose.

As Dylan peeled off his gear and his muscular chest came into view, Lucas found himself doing the same and stripping down.

Brooklyn was watching them both with wide eyes.

He bit back a grin. He wanted to give her a show, the way his naughty doctor had stirred his cock yesterday with her brazen change in the club locker room.

“The best thing about this cabin,” Dylan told Brooklyn in a casual tone of voice, “is the shower. The original caretaker was into DIY projects. He went to town on the bathroom.”

Brooklyn bit her lip uncertainly. “It’s going to take a lot of hot water to handle three showers in a row.”

Dylan kicked off his boots and stepped out of his suit. He was wearing nothing but a pair of fitted boxer briefs made of some smooth fabric that hugged his perfect ass.

Lucas felt desire tightening inside him.

Seeing Dylan half-naked was almost too much.

Especially after that kiss they’d shared.

Forget the gasoline in the fuel lines. Right now, Lucas felt like his blood might boil in his veins, and his heart was pounding so hard he could feel the pulse in his neck.

He turned to Brooklyn. She was watching Dylan, her lips parted, her pretty blue eyes a little dazed with lust. He loved it. He loved the sight of her aroused. He could feel himself getting hard just imagining what it would be like to kiss her.

He lost the last bit of his iron control. Watching her, wanting her, was too much. She was too beautiful. He moved to her side. She turned and blinked up at him. Her head tilted. Her eyes were wide and heated with desire.

Lucas took a cue from Dylan and didn’t say a word.

No fancy words of love. No dirty talk. He simply drew her into his embrace, slowly, watching her with an intensity that wouldn’t let him miss an instant.

If she had drawn back from him or frowned or shown the slightest hint that she didn’t want this, he would’ve backed off immediately.

But she didn’t. She sipped in a little gasp of air, but her lips parted even more. She closed her eyes as he moved in for the kiss, her body melting against his.

Her lips were sweet and full. The kiss was all the heaven he had hoped for. He deepened the kiss even more, pulling her tighter against him. Letting her feel the steel shaft of his cock. Letting her know how aroused he was. Because of her. Because of Dylan.

She moaned against him. He loved the sound—a mix of contentment and need that drew an answering groan from him.

The kiss finally ended. They slowly drew back. He opened his eyes to see her beautiful face. She smiled up at him. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Dylan was watching them. He didn’t say anything either, but a glance at his groin showed the clear outline of his hard cock jutting against the fabric of his boxers.

When Brooklyn looked that way too, she drew in another quick breath.

The sexual tension between the three of them electrified the air.

“Damn, you two,” Dylan said, his voice husky with need. “That was fucking hot.” Then he gave them a dirty grin. “What I meant to say before losing my ability to speak while watching you two go at it was that the shower can fit three easily.”