Page 60 of Racing Hearts
“You wouldn’t be here if he didn’t,” she points out. “Just be good to him, okay?”
“I’m glad he has you,” I tell her. “It’s obvious you care about him a lot. The last thing I want to do is hurt him.”
She seems taken aback, blinking as she sips her drink. “Well, okay then.” She smiles as if we have come to some sort of agreement, although I have no idea what.
“You should go after him,” she suggests.
“Thank you.” I leap to my feet and hurry inside, searching the party for Evan as she laughs and returns to the girl smiling seductively at her. I think Lally has her own ride home tonight.
I ask around and then head upstairs where they tell me to go. It’s a maze of rooms up here, but as I duck around another almost empty corridor, I see him. A grin curls my lips before I stop dead in my tracks as the other person with him comes into view.
Anger fills me, as does a dark, cloying jealousy as I watch the man step closer. He presses his hand against Evan’s chest as he leans into the wall. Evan doesn’t remove it, and from the way Evan’s looking at him, it’s clear they know each other well.
His ex?
It’s definitely someone he fucked, if the way the other guy is hungrily eyeing him is anything to go by.
He’s taller than Evan and built, with blond hair and a wicked grin. He’s a pretty boy and the total opposite of me. My hands fist at my sides, and fury races through me, mixing with my jealousy. I want to punch that smug look off his face.
Why isn’t Evan pushing him away?
“I said no.” Evan’s voice reaches me as he straightens, stepping away from him.
How many times has he said no? My jealousy shifts to pure anger, and before I know it, I’m storming toward them. Evan sees me, his eyes widening. I grab his neck, yank him behind me, and turn to the guy.
“Hey, I was talking—” I don’t let the guy finish. I slam my fist into his face, sending him staggering into the wall. Before I can let another punch fly, Evan’s hand touches the base of my spine, stopping me. Grinding my jaw, I turn and grab his arm harshly, yanking him into the closest room, slamming the door closed, and engaging the lock.
At the moment, I don’t care who sees us, and I don’t care what they say.
My chest heaves as I stare at Evan while he backs into the sink. We are in a bathroom. I notice, but I can’t focus on anything but him. I’m being an asshole, but I don’t care. Covering the distance between us before I go back out there and break the man’s hand for touching what’s mine, I grab Evan’s chin and press my lips to his. He kisses me back for a minute before pulling away. He tries to move away from me, but I pin his body between mine and the sink, not willing to let him go.
“Seriously, Alek, you’re such an asshole,” he hisses, his nostrils flaring. Fuck, he’s so hot when he’s angry. “You bro me, you won’t even touch me all night, so worried they would figure out you’re fucking me, then you come storming up here and do that? You won’t even let people know we’re dating. Hell, I don’t even know if we’re dating, yet you’re mad another guy tried to talk to me?—”
I cover his mouth, watching his eyes widen as I lean down. “Let me get one thing very clear, Evan. You are mine. We are dating. I have spent the entire evening smiling and small talking with your friends, and it wasn’t because I like them. It was because I like you. I want you and want you to be happy. This is the last place I would ever want to be, but I came for you.” His lips move against my palm. Sliding my hand down, I circle his throat. “So yes, I don’t like him touching what’s mine or the fact that you let him. Either I come in here and kiss the ever-loving shit out of you until I forget or I go out there and beat the shit out of him. It’s your choice, baby.”
I wait, watching his eyes look between mine before his mouth parts, and then he kisses me. “Good boy,” I croon into his lips, dragging him closer.
He whimpers into my mouth, the sound going right to my cock, which has practically been hard since I saw him waiting for me on the sidewalk. My other hand slides under his cropped shirt, stroking his abs as I bite and suck his mouth. “I hate this fucking shirt just as much as I love it. I hate that they can all see you, but I love that I can touch you,” I tell him as I tilt his head and run my lips along his neck. He rolls his hips into me, letting me feel his hardness beneath his cargos.
“Alek, please,” he begs.
“I love the way you say my name when you want my dick, rich boy,” I growl as I drop to my knees. Pushing his shirt up, I slide my lips along his abs, kissing him until he’s panting, and then I suck on his nipples, watching as he swallows hard.
I fucking love how he reacts to me.
“Yes, baby?” I murmur as I lick down his abs and stop at the waistband of his pants, teasing him.
“Please,” he implores, his hands grabbing my shoulders, urging me up. Chuckling darkly, I get back to my feet, wrapping my hand around his throat once more as I tilt his head back and kiss him.
Turning him to face the mirror, I keep one hand on his throat so he knows he belongs to me, while the other slides into his pants, circling his cock. “Moan for me, pretty boy, and let them all hear. Let that asshole hear who you are going home with tonight.”
His head falls back against my shoulder as he watches me touch him through the mirror. The stark difference between us has me grinding into his ass. He’s all golden and bright, and I look like the fucking devil behind him, all dark hair and eyes. It’s a fucking sight, and I wish I could film it.
Later, I remind myself.
“Look at you,” I murmur into his ear as I slide my lips down his neck. He reaches down, pushing his pants out of the way so I can see my hand palming his huge, hard dick. “Look how pretty you are. Whom do you belong to, rich boy?”
He just pants, his eyes locked on my hand, so I stop moving.