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Lincoln

After my big win yesterday, I seem to settle in. I am less nervous about going into the final today and more focused than I have ever been. I know exactly what I need to do to secure the final win.

It also helps that Colson snuck into my bunk last night. He didn’t say a single word, he just crawled in and held me. He was gone before anyone else got up, out working on my bike before I woke up.

My phone buzzes against the blanket next to me so I pick it up.

Colson

I love you

Lincoln

You are spoiling me by saying that too much. I’m gonna need to hear it every few minutes.

Colson

You might get tired of it.

Lincoln

No chance.

Colson

Are you ready to win today?

Lincoln

I’m ready.

I step outside the motorhome and see him working on the bike. “Whatcha doing?”

“Working,” he says, looking around for anyone watching before he leans towards me and kisses my lips. I pull away and stand against the toolbox while I watch him work. His hands are greasy and his backwards hat is nearly making me wet just staring at him.

He’s fucking hot.

“What are you two up to?” Brian asks as he steps around the corner, causing me to jump and a few things to fall on the top of the metal box with a clank.

“N-nothing,” I say, straightening myself up. Not really sure why I’m so flustered, it’s not like he could see what I was picturing myself doing to his son in my head. “Just talking about the final today.”

“Are you ready for that?” Brian says, directing his question to Colson. “You are still limping around here when you walk but you’re riding like you were never injured. It’s crazy.”

“I’m just pushing it to the limit out there,” he says. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get it rechecked after the weekend.”

His dad nods then walks away and I lean down to whisper in Colson’s ear, “You dirty little liar.”

His eyes darken and I walk away to go change, but I can feel his eyes on me the whole time.

When I get inside the trailer to get my gear, Colson is already texting me.

Colson

You make me so hard. Especially when you whisper in my ear like that.

Lincoln

You make me so wet when you are fixing my bike. So we’re even.

Colson

Far from it. When this is over and we’re back home, I’m holding you hostage in my bed.

Lincoln

For how long?

Colson

Idk...probably forever.

I chuckle because I love the way that sounds. It’s exactly what I want and if everything goes as planned here today, Colson will talk to Reiss and we will be on our way to that forever.

“Colson is wearing the pink gear today?” Stas asks, laughing at the gear I have laid out of the tote in the race trailer.

“Yeah we had a deal that if I won one of the first two motos I would wear pink for the final.”

“Sick,” she smiles. “It makes sense too. Since you are a girl.”

I shake my head, “Yep. Where’s Reiss?”

“He’s with Mira.”

I wince, knowing that upsets her, “You okay?”

“He’s texting me,” she shrugs. “He got himself into this mess and he’s almost out of it, so there’s light at the end of the tunnel.”

My phone vibrates with a text and just when I thought my mind was right for the race and the nerves were gone, Jackson’s name fills the screen. My heart sinks and I begin to panic.

“What is it?” Stassie asks. “You look like you might throw up.”

I turn my phone and show her that there’s a message from Jackson.

“No,” she says matter of factly. “You aren’t opening that. Here.”

She holds her hand out, waiting for me to hand it to her and when I do she takes the phone and walks outside with it. I know she is going to Colson.

“Wait, Stas!” I say as I open the door and run straight into him already holding my phone.

“When did he send this?”

Stassie answers for me because I’m too anxiety ridden to speak, “Just now.”

Colson nods once and grabs both of my shoulders, “Don’t worry about him. I’ll take care of it, he’s not gonna hurt you.

“What did he say?” I ask, wanting to know but not wanting to know at the same time. I take the phone from Colson with the screen open on his message. It’s a picture of Colson kissing me.

Jack

Does your brother know about this?

My heart sinks into the depth of my stomach, all of the contents threatening to come back up. This can’t be happening. Did he send that photo to Reiss?

“Lincoln,” Colson says, his intense stare burning with a passion I’ve never seen before. “He’s not gonna do anything to hurt you. I promise.”

He takes my phone and places it in his pocket. “Go on to staging and wait for Reiss. I’ll meet you after. Same as last time. Nothing is going to happen, I’ll find him.”

I can’t do anything but nod at him as I grab all my stuff and head back into the trailer to change. My body is trembling as I pull my pants up and put my boots on.

How did he get that picture? Was he spying on us? Is he here?

I pull Colson’s jersey down over my head quickly, trying my best to get out of my own skin and into Colson’s. I want to do anything I can right now to not be me. If he is here, I don’t want him finding me, and as long as I’m dressed as Colson, he won’t.

Staging is crowded and when we all line up at the gate, my heartrate is through the roof. I’m not worried about the race, I’m worried about everything imploding when I get back to the trailer.

On our last moto, Reiss and I weren’t lined up next to each other, but on this one he picked the gate next to mine. He reaches over for his usual fist bump, which makes me think he hasn’t seen that picture… yet.

I raise my hand and realize I was in such a hurry to leave I didn’t put my gloves on. My pink painted nails are on display for everyone to see. I lift my fist to bump Reiss’ trying my best to hide them but I notice he looks down at my handle bars for a second before the gate drops.

Suddenly, there’s no one else but me and the dirt.

Landon beats me for the holeshot but I’m right on his ass coming out of the first turn. I stay on him for the next few laps and I’m doing my best to find a different line to be able to punch the bike around him.

On the next lap, I take the inside on a turn where Landon has been taking the outside and manage to get past him.

We ride like that for the next few laps and by the time the white flag is out, it’s still neck and neck.

He tries at every corner to pass me and I do my best to block his ass.

We both come over a jump at the same time but Landon cross jumps and my bike lands right on top of his.

The handlebars pierce into my side as I roll over them and the pain is intense.

I roll into the dirt and try my best to crawl off the track before another bike lands on top of me.

Landon is on his feet, off to the side trying to restart his bike and that’s when an audible gasp comes from the stands. I avert my eyes back to Landon and that’s when I see Colson.

He grabs him by the front of his helmet and slams him into the ground. I can barely hear over the buzzing of the bikes but once they all pass, everyone can hear.

“You motherfucker!” Colson yells. “You did that on purpose!”

Landon yanks his helmet off and slings it at Colson. Everyone is staring at them but then it’s like everything goes silent. The crowd is confused .

Landon looks at me and then goes back to Colson. “What the fuck?”

I’m still on my hands and knees. The pain in my side radiates up and down my body as I watch them fight, unable to really catch my breath.

“If you’re here,” he points across the track to where I am. “Then who is that?”

Ryan, both my parents, and Colson’s dad are all over here by now. Ryan tries to help me roll onto my back. He takes one look at me and freezes before growling.

“I fucking knew it.”

He unbuckles my helmet and helps me pull it off, my dark braid falling down my back and over Colson’s last name.

Fuck .