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Lincoln
“I’m not fucking getting it, Colson. Who am I kidding? There is no way anyone is gonna believe I’m you.”
I slam my helmet down on the table in the shop. “Your bike is faster than mine. I swear Dad has my bike governed or something.”
He chuckles, “He probably does but you are doing fine. We’ve only been at it for one day. You know how I ride like the back of your hand.”
“What happens if we get caught?” I ask.
His face twists and I can tell he’s worried about it too.
“Besides my ruined racing reputation and your brother cutting my balls off?”
He pushes his bike up onto the stand and I can’t help but notice that he looks nervous.
“Hey,” I say, placing my hand against his forearm. “If we go down, we’re going down together. ”
“I don’t know, Lincoln. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I can keep my dad off my back and keep my hopes of going pro alive, but Landon is out for blood.
You won’t have anyone on that track that can help you.
Reiss is my teammate but when we hit that track, we’re both out there to win. Plus, he won’t know it’s you.”
“I can take care of myself out there,” I argue. “Plus, we both know I’m tough. If I go down, I’ll be okay.”
He doesn’t like my answer.
“It’s risky,” he whispers. “And if we get caught, it will ruin us both.”
I shrug, “So we don’t get caught. Which means I need to be out here sweating my ass off for the next month, otherwise we are definitely getting caught.”
He nods tightly but I can tell he doesn’t like it. In fact, he doesn’t say another word for the next thirty minutes while he changes the oil in one of our practice bikes. I sit on the stool and play with the sleeves of my pink racing shirt until I can’t take the silence anymore.
“I wouldn’t tell Reiss what happened between us. I just said that because I wanted you to let me help you. I just want to be here for you.”
He tosses the metal tool onto the top of the toolbox with a bang. “I know, Lincoln.”
“Then tell me what I can do to make you stop looking at me the way you have for the past four hours, because I hate it when you look at me like that.”
“Like what?” He asks, using a towel to wipe sweat from his brow.
“Like you would rather be anywhere else but here with me.”
He shakes his head, “You know that’s not true.”
“Isn’t it? It seems like ever since the other night you just…”
He stops the words before they come out of my mouth by pressing his lips to mine. The urgency is unfamiliar and the way he forcefully grabs my neck and pulls me into him proves me wrong.
Slipping his tongue against mine, he pulls away breathless. “The other night is all I want. You are all I want. The only thing.”
His sage colored eyes are wild and my heart is beating out of my chest. The passion in his eyes makes my pulse absolutely skyrocket.
“No,” I whisper as I try to push him away. “I can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep yanking me around.”
He pulls me close to him by the hem of my shirt. “I’m done pretending. The second Nationals are over, I'm telling Reiss everything.”
I wince at the thought of telling him that we had sex, “Everything?”
His eyes sear into mine, “I’m going to tell him that I love you.”
Those three words fall from his mouth so quickly it looks as if he scared himself by saying them. But he doesn’t falter.
“I don’t want to live without you, Linc. I can’t stand seeing you with someone else and I won’t sit back and watch you fall for anyone else when you are clearly mine.”
“Yours?” My voice cracks with emotion.
“Yeah, baby Bane, mine.”
I throw my arms around his neck and he wraps me into a giant hug. My legs link effortlessly around his waist when he lifts me to grab me tighter. I bury my watery eyes into his neck and try to keep myself from sobbing.
“What happens until then?” I ask, not moving an inch away from his shoulder.
He pulls me back from him, putting space between us both, his hands resting on my shoulders. “We do our best not to make it obvious when we're around each other.”
“So we don’t get to hang out outside of training?” I pout.
His smile begins to fade, “Not exclusively. We can’t do anything out of the ordinary.”
I nod in understanding, “So we lie again?”
“It’s postponing the truth,” he explains. “Trust me, I don’t want to lie, it feels weird but he’s already not going to take it well. Imagine if I’m in love with his sister and blow up his racing career. He’ll never forgive me.”
“It’s going to be fine,” I say, softly smiling up at him. “Reiss will take it well, I promise.”
He smirks, “I’m glad you think so. I think I might need dentures.”
I nudge him with my elbow playfully, “It won’t be that bad.”
“I’ve hid it for this long. One more month will be cake.”
I wiggle my eyebrows, “What flavor?”
He narrows his eyes at me but I answer for him, "Vanilla?”
His eyes darken and he pushes me back against the bike, “What do you think?”
My heart hammers against my ribs as he presses against me. I can basically feel him growing harder by the second .
“Not vanilla?” I say breathlessly.
He shakes his head, his breath mixing with mine. “Not even close.”
Bending down, he snaps all the buckles on my boots and pulls them off. He pauses and looks up at me with the darkest gray in his eyes I’ve ever seen.
It’s fucking sexy.
He releases the buckle of my riding pants, slips them down along with my panties, and in one swift motion as he scoops me off my feet and rests my ass on the seat of his dirtbike.
“Your pussy looks so sweet dripping onto that seat.” he says, looking at his greasy hands and shaking his head, knowing he shouldn’t touch me with them. Instead he places them on my thighs and pushes them apart, the black streaks his hands leave against my skin turning me on even more.
He dips down, flipping his hat around backwards and gently strokes his tongue against my pussy lips. It's one long, slow and damn near antagonizing moment as I wait for him to do it again.
And I’m not too proud to beg.
“Please,” I whisper, causing a wicked grin to appear on his smug face.
“But I’m vanilla,” he says and I can feel his breath against my center. It’s making me absolutely feral.
I reach down and grab him by the neck of his cut off, yanking him closer. “Shut up.”
He chuckles at my desperation, “Yes ma’am.”
The second his mouth returns to me, I feel my hips buck up off the dirtbike and closer to his mouth.
It’s so fucking good .
He moves his tongue with an intoxicating rhythm until my legs are shaking..
“Colson!” I scream his name as he continues the same motion until I fall apart against him, slack with pleasure.
Rising to his feet, his lips glisten with the wetness of my pussy and he grins before turning to walk away.
“You better get dressed before someone comes home.” he says as he walks out the garage door. “See you tomorrow.”
I look around the shop and release a breath, holy fucking shit.