Page 49 of Second Sets Omnibus

“I’m ignoring the rock sock comment,” Callum says, giving Rad a scathing look. “And the tame the snake comment.”

“Hold up,” I say, lifting a finger. “You two live together?” My head jerks back when Rad stares at me like I’m an idiot.

“My house,” Callum murmurs, shuffling his feet on the floor.

Rad shrugs, pulling me toward my closet. “Of course, we do. We always live in roommate bliss. All right, Pretty Girl. Time to get on those sexy booty shorts and a tight shirt. We’re going to the dirt bike track so I can show you off. And if anyone asks, you are my girlfriend. Slimy fuckers will try to steal you away. I even have a sign that says, ‘I suck Rad’s dick when he wins’for motivation,” he rambles more, rifling through my closet. “Because that would definitely make me smoke those suckers. The last thing they’ll see is my ass when I beat them.”

“For the last time, I’m not your girlfriend,” I mutter, tossing my hands.

“You say that now. But what’s mine is mine, and you’re fucking mine. You know Kieran suggested putting a tattoo on your ass, and I’m kinda agreeing. It’ll say Property of Rad. The other three can fight it out for you.” He shakes his head like what I said was ridiculous, and I give up.

“I could think of other places to put that tattoo,” Callum whispers, lifting the hairs on the back of my neck.

I shiver, looking back at him when he shyly grins. “So… the track? What the hell is he talking about?” I ask, folding my arms over my chest. “And I’m not holding a sign that says that.” I shake my head when he turns, giving me a disarming grin.

“There are three things you should know about me, Pretty Girl. I like you, drumming, and racing my dirt bike. In that order, too,” he says with a wink, pulling out a black, lacy shirt from the back of my closet and thrusting it at me. “Now, put that on! We have lunch to eat and races to win.”

I blink a few times when he throws himself on my bed, giving me an expectant look.

“Should I be worried?” I ask Callum out of the corner of my mouth.

He snorts. “With him? Always.”

“Wonderful."

Nothing getsmy blood pumping more than riding my dirt bike up and down the dirt hills at Raccoon Run, nestled deep in the woods, and hidden from the authorities. If they knew what we were up to out here, they’d haul us all in and slam the book in our faces. I’m too pretty to go to jail.

But out here, it’s just me, five solid acres of woods, winding dirt paths, and the privacy to compete against the other fools stupid enough to go up against me. Pfft. Like they’d ever win.

Throwing my head back, I cackle despite the heavy helmet weighing on my head and threatening to send me off my rapidly accelerating bike. This is the fucking time to be alive! The wind in my hair. The stiff competition. And the hottest girl in town is waiting for me on the sidelines. Since she wore me as a gag, I haven’t gotten her out of my head. She’s like this sexy little bug living in my brain, constantly screaming at me to follow her around and be her damn boyfriend.

Adrenaline pours through my veins when I peek behind me, hearing the telltale sign of the other assholes gaining. Theirengines whine and rev up, steadily coming around the last turn I came around three seconds ago. Whenever I think I’ve taken the lead and relax, they catch up. Someone’s upping their game, and we can’t have that. I’m the reigning champion and intend to keep it that way. They’ve been a pain in my ass for the last three laps, and now it’s time to smoke their asses.

“Eat my tires, assmunchers!” I shout, holding the clutch; I lightly use my left foot and change gears, darting further away from the competition.

Looking back, I grin. Suckers. They always think they can take on the great Rad, but they never can. I haven’t lost a race in two years and don’t plan on losing today. Especially not in front of my Pretty Girl—my girlfriend.

As ridiculous as it seems, I have to remind her a lot that she’s mine. Fuck. I guess ours. Right? I mean, we made a deal to share her affection and gain her interest. I don’t know how I will pound it into her head more…maybe pound her pussy? God, I can’t wait to have that girl again. Shit.Now is not the time, Little Rad. We have important things to do, like win this race so I can claim my prize and my girl.

Speaking of…

I grin, rounding another turn and climbing the last rocky hill. Every bone in my body jostles at the dangerously high speed I’m rolling with. Pushing it faster and harder than before, I make it to the top, overlooking the trees and people waiting along the rocky dirt road. As soon as I come down the hill, there she is with a grin a mile wide, jumping up and down with excitement at the bottom of the valley. Cal grins down at her like the love-sick dope he is and hoots when I pass with his fist into the air, cheering me on. After so many months of moping around and feeling guilty, I finally see Callum’s joy return. And it’s all thanks to the bouncing Central girl beside him.

When I cross the finish line—first as always—I turn circles with my bike, kicking up the dust around the losers, finally trickling in.

“Holy shit!” my pretty girl says when she walks forward with a smile. God damn. That tight, lacy, black top I had her wear makes her boobs jiggle with every step. The stark image of my face, motorboating her titties, comes to mind, and I know what I’m doing tonight.

That and teaching Cal a little thing or two in the bedroom. Tonight, I’ll cook dinner on the grill like a sophisticated gentleman and then motorboat my girl. Hashtag—goals. Hashtag—adulting.

“You were amazing!” she shrieks again, jumping up and down with a beautiful smile.

My pride blooms even bigger at her compliment, and I grin, pulling her close once she’s in grabbing distance. If I had my way, I’d ride off into the sunset with her clasped behind me, holding my waist tight. But I rarely get my way, so holding her against my body is as good as it will get.

“I had a good luck charm here today,” I say, throwing my helmet off and into Callum’s unsuspecting arms. He grunts, narrowing his eyes at me with a shake of his head, securing the helmet on the bars of my bike. “It was all you, Pretty Girl. Oh, and the panties I stole from your drawer this morning. I’ll keep them forever in your honor,” I chuckle, tapping my pocket where a black, lacy thong sits like a good luck charm.

“He’s never lost. Don’t let him fool you with those pant-panties,” Callum says, turning beat red at the prospect of her panties being in my pocket.

Her brows furrow. “You actually stole my panties, you psycho?” She gapes at me, staring at the bulge in my pocket, which I’d love to say is little Rad happy to see her.