Page 16 of Racer (Iron Rogues MC #15)

RACER

E very corner of the garage hummed with tension and quiet purpose.

We were gathered in Kane’s office the night before the Helline Circuit.

Reaper leaned against the windowsill with his arms crossed, that wild glint in his eye that usually meant something was about to burn.

Midnight sat in the corner, half shadowed, tapping something into his phone.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was compiling a kill list. Kane paced behind his desk like a caged panther.

Fox, Maverick, and Nitro took up the couch and chairs, all of them looking as though they were ready for war.

We were seven predators circling one shared kill.

Kane stopped walking and braced his fingers on the edge of his desk, dark eyes steady.

“Everything’s set. Franklin thinks your Charger’s rigged to blow.

He hasn’t laid down a single bet on you.

” His voice was low and deliberate. “Which means he’s going to lose everything when you cross that finish line. ”

Maverick snorted. “Dumb fuck. We’re gonna bury his career in a shallow grave.”

“Already got the shovel,” Reaper murmured, tossing a spanner from hand to hand like it was a weapon.

“Think he’ll piss himself when the odds flip?” Nitro smirked.

“I’m hoping he cries.” Edge grinned. “Easier to slit a man’s throat when he’s already choking on it.”

Maverick raised a brow. “Damn, you feeling sentimental tonight?”

Kane leaned back against the wall, arms folded. “He’s feeling murderous. We all are.”

I clenched my jaw, already picturing Franklin’s face when he realized he’d been outplayed. The smug, greasy bastard thought he had it all sewn up. That my Charger would blow sky-high, taking me and his problem with it. He didn’t know he was the one sitting on a powder keg.

“All our team owners are in?” I asked.

Kane nodded. “Every single one. They’re throwing the race on command. Their drivers know the plan and signals. They’ll box you in, block the crash plays, and make damn sure you cross that finish line. Your only job is to stay alive and win.”

Fox leaned back, calm and collected in a way that meant he was at his deadliest. “Bets’ll go down at the last possible second—big, loud, and all on you.”

I cracked my neck and let my gaze slide over all of them. “So Franklin gets nothing. His boys lose. His odds go up in flames, and his backers get burned with him.”

“That’s the goal.” Nitro’s grin didn’t reach his eyes. “And if it all goes to shit, we improvise.”

We discussed things for a few more minutes, then the meeting concluded.

“Hey,” Fox called, nodding me into the hallway. “Got something for you.”

We walked a few feet away before he handed over a plastic-wrapped bundle and clapped me on the back. “Thought you might need this.”

I peeled the wrap away, and my chest squeezed.

Emily’s property vest.

Black leather, soft and supple, sized for her frame. Her name was stitched on the front left breast in silver thread, clean and feminine. But it was the back that hit hardest—the Iron Rogues patch, bold as hell and Property of Racer stitched in bone-white thread across the center.

Fuck .

My mouth dried out, and a lump caught in my throat that I’d never admit to having. Not even under torture.

“Fox—” I started.

“Don’t say it,” he muttered, grin stretching. “I remember your bullshit speech. Still think you’re too smart to fall?”

I looked up and shot him a glare.

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah. That’s what I thought. So smart you’re carrying around that crazy-eyed look Maverick had when Molly told him she was late.”

“Fuck off.”

He just chuckled and walked off, tossing one last look over his shoulder. “She’s yours. Let everyone know it.”

Everyone would fucking know it. My fingers slid over the leather, the stitching, the claim.

Mine .

I gripped the vest tighter and started toward the office Kane had given me when I first arrived. When I got there, I turned toward the big window just as movement flickered in the corner of my eye. Through the big glass pane that overlooked the adjacent bay, I saw her.

Every other thought vanished.

She stood just inside the open rolling door of the private work area.

Her blond hair was twisted up, a few tendrils curling down around her neck.

The moonlight spilled across her skin like liquid silver, casting her in a soft glow, outlining every curve beneath the tight tank top she wore—low and clinging to her tits.

Her cutoffs hugged her hips like a second skin.

Her long legs were bare, golden from the sun, gleaming faintly in the garage lights.

And she was talking to Gauge.

Motherfucker was standing too close. Too casual. His posture relaxed in that easy way that made my knuckles itch.

My pulse turned into a snarl, and my vision tinted red.

I dropped the vest on the desk and stalked out of the office without a word, each step deliberate, lethal, burning with cold fury.

My boots echoed on the concrete floor, but neither of them turned until I slammed my palm against the metal bay door control.

The sound echoed like a gunshot, and both of them flinched as the door rolled down behind me with a metallic rattle and a heavy thud, cutting us off from the rest of the garage.

Gauge started to speak, but I didn’t give him the chance.

“You have five seconds to walk away,” I growled, my voice low and flat.

He looked between us, eyebrows lifting, but he wasn’t stupid. One look at my face, and he backed off, raising both hands as if I were ready to shoot him.

Because I was holding a fucking gun on him.

He hesitated, then wisely decided he didn’t want to test me. He gave Emily a stiff nod and ducked under the bay door before it fully sealed.

I lowered the gun and set it on a work cart before I turned toward her.

Her arms were crossed, brow lifted, not cowed in the slightest. “That was unnecessary.”

As I ate up the distance between us, she took one step back, then another, until her shoulders hit the wall. Her eyes were wide, lips parted, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a challenge.

“You’re practically naked,” I rasped, one palm braced beside her head, caging her in. “And letting some other man breathe your air. You think my reaction was unnecessary?”

Her mouth parted in indignation. “Naked? Are you kidding me?”

“You’re not wearing a fucking bra.”

“It’s built in!”

“Don’t give a fuck,” I growled. “Easy access.”

Then I yanked the neckline of her tank down with one hand.

She gasped, eyes wide as her tits bounced free, with no barrier, her nipples were tight from the night air and my fury. That thin built-in shelf didn’t mean shit to my brain in this state. My mouth watered. My cock throbbed.

But I wasn’t done.

I shoved my other hand down the front of her shorts, fingers sliding past the waistband, straight to her bare, wet pussy. No panties.

I sucked in a breath through my teeth. “No bra. No panties. Talking to another man like that.” My fingers curled possessively, stroking her slit. “You trying to kill me, angel?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she whispered, breath hitching.

“You don’t have to,” I murmured, dragging my fingers up through her slick folds. “You walk into a room, and I’m fucking gone.”

I curled my fingers between her thighs and felt how wet she already was. “You don’t get to dress like this and talk to other men.”

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“You were tempting fate,” I growled, voice low and lethal.

Her tank was still bunched under her tits, and her chest rose and fell with every ragged breath.

“You think I’m just gonna let you walk around like that?” I rasped, as I pressed her back to the cinderblock with one hand. “Dripping for me, uncovered, and letting some other asshole smile at you?”

Her lips parted, but nothing came out except a choked moan when I shoved a finger inside her and slammed my mouth down on hers. The last shred of my control burned away.

I yanked her shorts down with one hand, tearing the button clean off in the process, and she kicked them free as I dropped to my knees. Her thighs parted without hesitation, and I growled as I buried my face between them.

She tasted like heaven and heat and everything that belonged to me.

She jerked. “Oh, oh yes!”

“Mine,” I snarled, rising to my feet. I flipped her around, bracing one hand on the wall above her head while the other dragged my zipper down. My cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking. “This pussy’s mine. Say it.”

Emily gasped, her hands flying up to brace herself. “Yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s right, angel.”

Grabbing my cock, I groaned as I guided it to her soaked slit. No teasing. No hesitation. I lined myself up with her soaked pussy and slammed inside with one brutal thrust that made her cry out and slap a hand over her mouth.

“Yeah, angel,” I gritted, hips pistoning forward again. “Take it. Take what’s mine.”

She moaned, back arching, pushing herself onto me with a desperation that made my vision blur.

“Fuck, Emily,” I rasped against her ear. “You’re so tight I can barely move. This pussy was made to keep me buried in it.”

“Jude…yes…oh yes!”

I reached up and fisted her hair, yanking her head back just enough to whisper in her ear. “You feel that? That stretch? That fullness?” Another thrust, deep and hard. “That’s me. Filling up what’s mine.”

The walls echoed the sound of skin against skin as I pounded into her, relentless and unhinged.

I bent low and bit her shoulder, one hand on her hip, the other gripping one of her tits, pinching and tugging the nipple until her knees buckled and she had to lean against me to stay upright.

Then I did the same with the other side until she was shaking with need.

Her pussy clenched tight around me, and I groaned, fucking into her harder.

“I’m gonna fuck you sore,” I growled. “You’ll feel me tomorrow. You’ll feel me every time you sit. Every time you move. Every step you take, you’ll remember how I owned this tight little pussy.”

She whimpered, her nails scraping the wall, body shuddering with the force of my thrusts. “Jude, oh, yes! Please! Oh!”

“You’re not just mine, angel. You’re my fucking obsession. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

She sobbed, clenching around me. Her pussy was like a vise, fluttering and squeezing with every stroke, dragging my release closer with punishing speed.

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.