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“I want it.”
“Good, then welcome to Starfire Racing, Alek Anders. I can’t wait to see what you’re capable of.”
Neither can I.
FIFTY-SIX
“Surprise!” I yell alongside the others as we step into Alek’s house. He was quiet the entire way home, but I can tell he’s excited. He didn’t expect to get the job, but I knew he would. Nobody deserves it more than he does, and I’m so proud of him for taking his dream and running with it.
A hastily handmade banner hangs above the living room with balloons spread about and pizza and beer on the table. Skylar, Bones, Lally, and Alice clap and yell as I grin and tug Alek inside.
“Congratulations!” Skylar whoops and pulls Alek into a hug. “Let’s hope they put up with your grumpy ass.”
Bones nods at him as Alice rushes to hug him. “I knew you could do it. I’m so proud of you, big brother.”
“Evan.” Alek sighs as I grin.
“I’m proud of you too.” I grin as I kiss his cheek. “Now accept it, and let’s celebrate. We could all use something good. Let us do that for tonight.”
We drink and eat and celebrate Alek’s future, our futures. We tell stories and talk, never once bringing up what happened. Tonight is for the future, not the past, and although Tommy’s spot remains empty and open, I know he’d be happy we aren’t wallowing forever.
As more and more liquor flows along with the music, I sneak upstairs, knowing Alek will find me. Less than ten minutes later, he steps into his room. I shut and lock the door, and he whirls to me.
“Pants off, Anders. It’s time to celebrate.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.
“Wow, how can a man resist when you offer like that?” He smirks.
“Cock out, Anders. We have to make this quick before they come up here, and you know Sky will—” My sentence ends on a gasp as he kisses me, hard.
“Then let me unwrap my present for doing well,” he murmurs.
Our lips meet in a sloppy, drunken kiss. Alcohol heats our systems, along with desire, as he undoes my pants and pushes them down. I step out of them as he shoves his hand into his jeans and pulls out his dick. He rubs his hard length against mine, and we both whimper into our kiss. Gripping us both, he slides our cocks together as I gasp, my back hitting the wall hard as I jerk into his hand. “I want to play with you all night,” he murmurs, “but if Sky comes up and sees you like this, I might have to kill the only friend I have.”
“Later,” I promise. “Now fuck me.”
Reluctantly, he releases the grip on our cocks before he backs me up. My ass and back hit the dresser, then he lifts me onto it, bending me over the wooden top as I moan into his mouth.
His hands span my thighs, pushing them apart so he can fit between them, and he pants into my mouth. “Open up, pretty boy. Let me have my gift.”
My hands hit the dresser, curling over the edge as I lift my thighs for him. He blindly grabs a bottle, covering his cock in lube before pressing against my ass, teasing me as his lips meet mine in a bruising kiss.
He pulls my hips to the edge of the dresser and slams into me.
My eyes roll back from the pleasure and bite of pain. He’s so big, stretching me, and he tilts my hips so he’s sliding across my prostate with each quick thrust.
His palm hits the wall, the dresser rocking with each thrust, smacking into the wall.
Our lips clumsily meet, and we swallow each other’s moans as he fucks me. My cock jerks against my stomach, the pleasure spiraling through me heightened by the alcohol buzzing in my system and the fact we could be caught at any minute.
“Evan.” His teeth tug at my lip as he hammers into my ass. It’s almost too much, too painful, but it also isn’t enough at the same time. I love soft, sweet Alek, but brutal Alek? He makes me harder than ever, leaking on my stomach as I push to meet his thrusts, wanting more.
“Alek,” I whisper, biting his lip until I taste blood, and he snarls, pummeling my ass so hard I can’t hold back my cry.
“Close, I’m so close,” I warn, pleasure building inside me like a tidal wave until it finally crests. I bite back on a yell as hot ropes of cum spill from my cock. Snarling, he fights my fluttering ass, yanking me on and off his dick until he yells into my lips, following me over the edge. He shoots his release so deep inside me, I know I’ll never get him out.
Panting heavily, I open my eyes to see him inches away, our bodies locked together, and we both laugh. His lips find mine in a soft kiss. “Thank you, pretty boy, for believing in me . . . for loving me when I didn’t love myself.”
“Anytime,” I murmur as I push him back and hop off, stumbling on weak legs. He catches me, making me grin, and I lean up to kiss him again. “I’m so proud of you, and you can play with your present all night when everyone leaves.” I wiggle my brows as his grin widens.