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Colson

“Don’t you dare peek,” I tell Lincoln as I walk behind her with my hands cupped over her eyes.

She groans, “Can’t you just show me? I hate surprises.”

“You love my surprises,” I say. “At least that’s what you tell me in bed.”

“Oh my god,” she giggles. “Shut up, your nana is literally right over there.”

“Nana knows we have sex,” I say loud enough for her to hear. “Right Nana?”

Lincoln elbows my side. “You are awful.”

“I’m not making all these baby blankets for nothing!” Nana shouts back and Lincoln and I both laugh.

When I get her over to where I want her, I lift my hands and Lincoln opens her eyes.

“Surprise!” I say .

There's a giant bag of Trolli gummi worms sitting on the counter. A small tradition that I’ve been doing since I gave them to her on her eighteenth birthday. She yanks them up excitedly.

“Happy birthday, baby Bane.”

She eyes me suspiciously, “I’m not sharing these with you.”

I lean down to kiss her, “Sure you will.”

She kisses me back, pulling me closer as she hooks her arm around the back of my neck. “I love you.”

“Get a room!” Reiss says while making gagging sounds. “Y’all are literally worse than mom and dad.”

Lincoln turns around, “And you and Stassie aren’t? You literally fucked her so much you got her pregnant.”

Nana lifts her eyebrows but never looks up from the blanket she’s sewing. Reiss shrugs, unaffected. “So my pullout game sucks, that’s a known fact. Hence, the kid.”

Lincoln groans, tilting her head into my chest, “Maybe I should’ve given him a rulebook.”

“Wouldn’t have done any good,” Stassie says, walking up to the kitchen counter and shoving her hand down in my bag of gummi worms. “He wouldn’t have followed them anyway.”

I shrug, “At least the scaring pranks are on pause right now.”

“Thank God for that,” she sighs. “Otherwise, the baby might come early.”

“Bake that thing as long as you can,” Nana says. “I’m not done with its blanket yet.”

“ It is actually a boy,” Reiss says, causing Lincoln’s eyes to widen and her feet to instantly move to Stassie .

“You are joking!” She squeals. “I wanted a boy so bad!”

Stas nods, “Me too and no joke, it has a penis.”

Reiss grins proudly, “A big ole giant pecker. The doctor said you usually can’t find out this soon but of course my son just whips it right on out there for the ultrasound tech.”

“Congrats, man.” I say, pulling him in for a hug. “You will be a great dad.”

“I know,” he agrees. “You will too.”

His words warm my heart because ever since Stas got pregnant it has made me long for that day.

A day I know will be a little later in our plans than theirs.

Lincoln wants to enjoy her professional career before hanging it up to start a family.

Which is fine. I’m okay with doing things in order.

Getting married, having babies, growing old.

It’s all part of the plan.

“We are going to get caught!” Lincoln says as I push her panties to the side and slip my finger deep inside her pussy, her ass planted firmly on the top of the toolbox inside the race trailer.

“So?” I breathe. “You look so fucking hot spread out for me on top of this toolbox.”

She whimpers when I slip another finger in alongside the other one. The sounds she releases make me absolutely feral. I pull my fingers out and dip them both into my mouth, tasting her.

The needy look in her eyes makes me feel like my entire body is on fire. I feel my dick grow hard against the shorts I’m wearing as she unbuttons my factory team racing button up.

She takes her hand and slides it up the length of my shaft, “Take off your shorts.”

I do as she says, pulling my cock into my hand and beginning to stroke. I grab her hand and take her finger into my mouth to wet it with my saliva.

“Finger yourself,” I demand. “Take your finger and slip it inside you.”

She does as I ask and I watch her breathing change. She’s turned on.

“I love watching you play with yourself.” I admit. “With my pussy.”

She pushes her finger in and out as I continue to stroke myself, the tip of my dick wet with pre-cum.

“I want you to play with me,” she says, pushing two fingers in. I watch as her cunt pulls around them and I can’t take it anymore.

I slip closer to her and line myself up to her pink folds, pushing my dick inside her.

It’s a little rougher than I intended but she’s so tight and wet for me that just one stroke in and I’m unraveling.

I watch as my cock stretches her tight cunt open.

“Spread your legs. I need to be as far inside you as I can get.”

She does as I say and I groan when I’m able to get another inch inside of her. I’m so deep.

“I can feel you in my fucking throat, Colson.” She says riding me, her hands wrapped up through my armpits and her fingers digging into my shoulder blades.

“You’re inflating my ego,” I groan, thrusting into her over and over. “I want to be so deep inside of you that you feel me while you’re out there on the track.”

She moans loudly and her entire body trembles, her back arching with relaxation until she’s limp. Watching her orgasm is all it takes to make me come undone.

I thrust into her one last time before pulling out and coating the area below her belly button with streaks of my cum.

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe, using my hand to milk the rest of it out. “That was so fucking sexy, Lincoln.”

She looks at me with hooded eyes, “Your pull out game is on point.”

I grab a towel off the rack next to us and use it to clean her stomach. “Yeah, at least there’s that.”

A banging noise on the trailer door causes us both to jump and Reiss’ voice on the other side is desperate. “Hurry up and put your dick away so I can get my goggles!”

We both look at each other and straighten ourselves up enough to open the door.

Reiss barges in and starts in on us immediately, “First of all, ew. Second of all, ew.”

Lincoln looks at me with red cheeks and I just let Reiss continue to rant.

His eyes dart to me, “Is my bike even ready?”

“Reiss, you know it is. It’s my fucking job to have your bikes ready.”

He digs through a box next to me, “Have you seen my goggles? I want the ones?— ”

I stop him midsentence, holding out the goggles he wants.

“You literally know everything I’m about to say before I even say it.”

Lincoln laughs, exiting the trailer to go change into the gear for her moto.

My dad stares at me with pride from the other side of the tent with his new girlfriend, the nurse he hired to take care of Nana. It’s moving slowly but I just want him to have someone to love him the way that I know Lincoln loves me. He raises his drink in my direction and I nod knowingly.

I fumble around in the top of the toolbox, pulling out the tiny black box that I’d stashed in there earlier this week and open it for Reiss, his jaw falling to the floor.

“Oh my God,” he says, his eyes wide. “Is that?”

I nod, “Yeah, I already asked your dad but I just wanted to run it by you before I ask her.”

“Marriage?” He says. “That word literally scares the shit out of me.”

I chuckle, “Engagement scares you but not a literal human being that you created?”

“I don’t know,” he says, waving me off. “I think it suits you two.”

“So you’re on board?”

He nods, “Yeah dude. I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d want as my brother-in-law.”

I place the box in my pocket and push Lincoln’s bike out of the trailer so she can take it to staging.

Mira stands outside of Landon’s trailer with her little girl on her hip.

The cutest little pink ear muffs are covering her ears to protect them from the sound of the bikes.

I watch as Reiss walks over and tries to give the baby a fist bump.

Landon got picked up by a factory team right after Reiss and while they aren’t exactly friends, they aren’t each other's biggest enemies anymore either. I can’t say the same for Jackson.

Lincoln comes out of the trailer and hops on her bike. I straddle behind her, so I don’t have to walk to the gate. When we get there to line up, the nerves are literally eating away at me, but I know this is the right thing for us. That she will always be the right thing.

I pack the dirt down around the gate and walk around behind her, pushing her hair away from her Bane Racing jersey.

“You know…” I say loudly over the buzzing of the bikes. “I kinda liked seeing Raines printed across your back at Amateur Nationals.”

She turns around and I have the ring box open with an emerald cut diamond staring at her.

“What do you think?” I say, dropping to one knee. “Can we order some new jerseys?”

She pulls her goggles off her helmet and jumps off the bike.

“I don’t even know what to say,” she says, completely in shock. “Is this for real?”

She’s so surprised it’s cute.

“It’s real and you know exactly what the right answer is.”

She crosses her arms and taps her jaw playfully, “I don’t know, I might need to think about it.”

I smirk, “I think you should just send it.”