Hot Laps (Track Domination Series, Book One)

Hot Laps

A Track Domination

Story

By Megan Slayer

Resplendence

Publishing, LLC

Hot Laps

Slayer

Edited by Michele Paulin

and CJ Slate

Cover Art by Adrian Nicholas

Published by Resplendence

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Electronic Release: March

2013

This is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, places and

occurrences  are  a  product  of
the  author’s  imagination.  Any
resemblance to actual persons,
living  or  dead,  places  or
occurrences,

purely

MP for believing in me

CD for the nudge

JPZ, I look forward to many

more hot laps with you

Chapter One

“What in the hell do you mean, he

quit?”  Adam  Lowry  massaged  his
forehead  with  the  tips  of  his  fingers.  Of
all the times for the driver to quit, Gavin
would  have  to  hand  in  his  resignation
right before a God damned race! “He got
another ride, didn’t he?”

He rubbed the motor oil off the back

of his hand and tossed the rag onto the
war wagon. He didn’t need this. He was
the crew chief, not a miracle worker.

Give  him  a  truck  to  set  up,  and  he’d  be
fine.  Making  him  work  with  a  diva
driver  was  something  totally  different.
The  whole  racing  community  watched
what  happened  in  Charlotte.  Talk  about
screwing  over  people  in  racing’s
backyard. Damn it.

Collin Marshall, the owner of Flash

Racing,  nodded.  His  shoulders  sagged,
and  he  stuck  his  hands  in  his  jeans
pockets.  He  leaned  one  shoulder  on  the
cart  post.  “Apparently,  he  wanted  to
drive for Kennedy Taggart. They were in
talks,  and  she  offered  him  a  lucrative
deal—if  he  ran  like  shit  for  me.  Pisses
me  off  to  know  he  pulled  a  stunt  like
that.  I  thought  we  were  like  family.
Dickhead.”

One of the other race trucks roared by,

leaving the pungent scent of burnt rubber
in its wake. Smoke wafted around Adam
and Collin, obscuring Adam’s vision for
a moment. He waved his hand and
coughed.

“Damn it, Fortney locked his brakes

again. So what are we going to do about
a  driver?”  Adam  knew  the  story  well
without  knowing  every  the  detail.
Kennedy  Taggart  ran  the  biggest  racing
empire with the best winning percentage.
All the drivers wanted to nab spots with
her  teams—including  Gavin.  “Tell  me
you  have  a  good  replacement.  One  that
just  sort  of  showed  up  or  something?  I
know you. You’ve always got an ace up
your sleeve.”

The last time Adam checked, the

drivers  haunting  pit  road  in  search  of  a
job  were  about  two.  One  wanted  to
make  his  great  comeback  after  his  third
concussion  and  another  owned  the
reputation for crashing after twenty or so
laps.  Not  a  good  batch.  At  least,  they
were  in  Charlotte.  If  the  team  hustled,
they might be able to nab one of the local
drivers. Maybe.

“Well, that’s why I came down here,

my  friend.  You’re  right.”  Collin  smiled
then  waved  at  something  behind  Adam.
“I’ve  solved  our  problem.  This  is  Will
Camden. Remember him?”

Remember him? Adam choked back

the snappy retort. A scar was hard to

forget.  For  him,  Will  was  that  scar.
Saying  they  shared  a  messy  history  was
an  understatement.  Adam  grabbed  the
bill of his hat then tugged the hat tighter
down on his head.

Will, dressed in a crisp white polo

shirt,  ambled  up  to  where  Collin  stood.
A wide grin spread across his face, and
his sapphire eyes still featured the bright
sparkle  Adam  remembered  so  well.
He’d  be  a  good  match  as  the  next  Flash
driver, but damn. Why’d the past always
have to come back and bite Adam in the
ass?

“We’ve met.” Adam stuck out his

hand. “Welcome to Flash.”

“My

pleasure.”

Will

squeezed

Adam’s hand, and the touch lingered a
bit longer than Adam wanted.

Adam’s heart lodged in his throat.

Being  around  Will  would  be  fine  on
track,  but  they’d  have  to  spend  time
together outside of the track. Then things
would  get  sticky—and  fast.  Damned
history between them anyway.

“He walked down pit road at the

exact same time Gavin quit. I think it’s a
sign.”  Collin  folded  his  arms.  “And  I
think  this  is  a  good  time  for  you  two  to
patch  things  up.”  He  winked  at  Adam.
“Will,  the  uniforms  are  in  the  hauler.
Gavin’s  about  your  size  so  they  should
fit.  Get  changed  and  I’ll  have Adam  get
your seat ready.”

“You got it.” Will ducked behind

Collin and into the truck hauler.

Adam waited a heartbeat then

groaned. “Patch things up? Seriously?
What did he tell you?”

Collin snorted. “He didn’t say a

word. It’s you.” He leaned one shoulder
on  the  hauler  wall.  “The  moment  I
mentioned  his  name,  you  shut  down.
Anyone  can  see  there  was  something
between you. I assumed I was right, and
I was. You and Will had a thing.”

“He’s a hothead. Dangerous on the

track. Crashed out at Loudon.” Adam
knelt next to the tool cart and busied
himself with arranging the sockets in one
of the drawers.

“Are you scared?” Collin nudged the

drawer  shut  with  the  toe  of  his  loafer.
“Truth.”  For  being  forty-two,  the  guy
looked  more  like  thirty-two  with  all  the
time he’d spent in the gym. The salt-and-
pepper  streaks  in  his  chocolate-brown
hair were the only giveaways to his true
age.  They  talked  like  brothers  and
understood each other like good friends.
And  yet,  Collin  knew  how  to  drive
Adam  berserk  with  his  ability  to  sniff
out the truth.

Damn it. Adam rested one knee on the

ground.  “It’s  kind  of  like  the  cannon
fireworks.  The  things  are  dangerous  as
hell, but they’re beautiful. And if you’re
not  careful,  you’ll  get  burned.  That’s
what we were.”

“I saw you work together three years

ago  at  Bristol.  You  helped  him  win  the
race.  That’s  the  kind  of  magic  I  want.”
Collin stepped away from the shadow of
the  hauler  and  into  the  sunshine.  The
bright  light  glimmered  on  his  hair  and
emphasized his tan. “You managed to get
him from one lap down and into position
to  win.  That’s  not  easy.  I  want  that,  but
I’ll  settle  for  a  top  twenty  finish.  I’m
sick  of  Gavin’s  thirty-ninth  place
finishes.”

“I’ll give you my best.” Adam dipped

his  head  once  then  stood.  The  team
needed  the  money,  and  the  positive
finishes  to  keep  the  sponsor  money.
Sponsor money meant he’d keep his job.

“Take one for the team,” he muttered

and headed to the pit box. “Take one for
the team.”

Moments from his past with Will

came  to  mind.  Will  liked  to  drive  hard
and  play  harder,  especially  in  the
bedroom.  Handcuffs,  paddles,  cock
rings…and  an  exhibitionistic  streak.  A
shiver  skated  down  Adam’s  spine,  and
his  cock  thickened  beneath  his  boxer
shorts  and  fire  suit.  When  they  were
together,  they’d  made  love  in  some  fun
places.  He  shifted  his  suit  and  rubbed
his burgeoning erection with his fingers.
Whoever  said  the  sweet  memories
outlasted  the  bitter  ones  must’ve  known
something he didn’t.

Footsteps thumped on the concrete

behind him, and the noise jerked him out
of  his  thoughts.  He  glanced  over  his
shoulder. Will. His heart fluttered in his
chest.  Seeing  the  former  object  of  his
affection in the clingy fire suit shouldn’t
have  made  his  blood  pulse.  Shouldn’t
have made him wonder why they’d ever
split up. And yet, he did wonder.

“I studied Gavin’s gag reel on the

internet.”  Will  folded  his  arms  and
braced his feet wide apart. The position
commanded  respect  and  made  Adam’s
mouth  water.  God,  the  man  embodied
sex  and  sin  with  a  speed  demon  flair.
Will  cleared  his  throat.  “If  you’re  done
ogling  me,  I  thought  we’d  talk  about  the
spring  race.  I  saw  what  Gavin  did  here

last year, and I think I know what
screwed him over.”

Race talk. Something nice and level to

keep  Adam’s  mind  off  the  way  the  fire
suit  hugged  every  curve  of  Will’s  body
and  accentuated  his  package.  Adam
remembered  just  what  Will  could  do
with that package—make him scream all
night long.

“Are you listening?” Will blew out a

long  breath.  “Okay,  ground  rules.”  He
tugged  Adam  aside  and  out  of  the
general  flow  of  foot  traffic  on  pit  road.
“I  needed  the  job. As  much  as  saying  ‘I
missed  you’  would  be  great,  the  money
trumps  everything.  I’ve  missed  you;  I
have.  The  fucked  up  kind  of  crazy  we

shared was,” he removed his sunglasses,
“special.”

The muscle in Will’s jaw worked

overtime. He glanced down then right at
Adam. “I’m here to make sure this team
gets a good finish. If I can, Collin might
keep me on for a couple more races.
That’s what I need. A shot.”

“I’ll help you.” Adam nodded as he

spoke.  “We  need  to  turn  this  program
around.  Are  you  the  key?  Maybe.  I’m
willing to help you so we can find out.”
Plus,  having  Will  around  meant  more
time to work the towering hunk out of his
system.

“Cool.” Will stared at him for a long

time then hid his eyes behind massive

aviator frames. “Talk me through the
turns on the initial laps. When I’m out
there, you’re in control. We do what we
do best. Got it?”

Adam bit back a grin. Another thing

he both loved and hated about Will—the
control.  On  track,  Adam  ran  the  show.
Once  they  headed  to  the  bedroom,  Will
took  the  point.  But,  Will  nailed  it—on
track, they shone as a team.

“You got it.” Adam followed Will.

Writing  on  the  back  of  Will’s  neck
caught  Adam’s  attention.  He  couldn’t
make  out  all  the  letters  and  fisted  his
hands  to  keep  from  reaching  for  Will’s
collar. Will had another man in his life?
Fuck. Adam  swallowed  his  pride.  They

were at the track to do a job, not date.
He just hoped like hell he wasn’t making
a huge mistake by agreeing to work with
his ex.

* * * *

Will punched the gas. Two more turns

and the leader would take the checkered
flag.  His  heart  pounded,  and  adrenaline
rushed  through  his  system.  He  loved  the
rush  of  being  on  track.  The  heat  of  the
race affected him almost as much as sex.
Each pass reminded him of a battle. Get
the  better  of  the  enemy  or  become  a
casualty. He preferred driving the trucks
versus the stock cars. The trucks handled
differently  and  took  more  abuse.  Plus,
they looked sexy as hell under the lights.

“You’re running solid in ninth place,”

Adam,  his  crew  chief,  said  over  the
radio.  “You’ve  got  the  speed  in  the
middle  of  turns  three  and  four  to  pass
Dennings.”

“Can do.” Will entered turn three a bit

higher  to  keep  up  the  momentum  then
swooped  down  the  track  below  the
seventy-six  truck.  The  move  worked
exactly  as  Adam  suggested,  and  Will
sailed right past Dennings. He sped past
the  flag  tower  in  eighth  place.  The  top-
ten finish felt good. Almost like winning
the  blasted  race.  He  hadn’t  pissed
anyone off or caused any accidents. And
he’d  nabbed  a  temp  job  with  his  dream
team—Flash Racing. Hot damn!

“Great job. This calls for some

celebration,” Collin said over the radio.
“Party at the team shop tonight. On me.”

Will grinned and maneuvered onto pit

road.  Being  a  fill-in  driver,  he  might
even  get  to  do  some  television
interviews.  But eventually, he’d have to
talk  with  Adam.  Thinking  of  Adam
soured the happy mood a bit. He slowed
to  a  stop  then  cut  the  power  to  the
engine.  Collin, Adam and the rest of the
crew  descended  on  the  truck.  Water
spurted  over  the  hood,  and  the  various
crew  members  gave  each  other  high
fives.  This  was  the  environment  he
wanted  to  work  in.  A  team  where  the
parts equaled a solid whole.

Will climbed out of the truck and

cheered. He’d done the seemingly
impossible and finished well. Collin
clapped and whistled.

“There’s our boy,” Collin shouted.

“Think we should keep him on through
the end of the season?”

“Yeah,” the collective crew shouted

in response.

“And tonight we’ll celebrate.” Collin

fist bumped Will then turned to speak
with the two members of the media.

Adam held back by the wall but still

smiled.  The  fire  suit  clung  to  his
muscular  frame  and  accentuated  his
arms.  The  guy  must’ve  spent  time  at  the

gym.  Scruff  dusted  Adam’s  cheeks,  and
his dimple deepened when he grinned at
another  crew  member.  Will’s  heart
clenched.  Of  all  the  things  he’d
considered when signing on for the one-
race  deal,  envisioning  Adam  with
someone  else  hadn’t  crossed  his  mind.
But  come  on.  Most  gay  men  and  more
than a few women wanted to sleep with
the sexy man. Just like Will.

Will turned away from the scene with

Adam  then  forced  a  grin  and  posed  for
the  television  cameras.  “It’s  nice  to  be
with a team again. Nice to be behind the
wheel of race truck. I’m looking forward
to many more races with Flash. What do
you  think?  I’m  good  with  Flash?”  He
patted the roof of the truck. “I’m game if

they want me.”

Will tossed his gloves onto the

driver’s  seat  then  focused  his  attention
on  his  crew  chief.  Collin  told  him  to
stick  to  Adam  like  glue  to  get  their
wavelengths  in  sync.  He  could  do  that.
Mostly.  If  there  was  another  person  in
the  equation,  sticking  would  get  a  tad
harder. Screw it. He’d manage.

“Adam.” Will wound his way through

the  crew  then  stepped  over  the  wall.
“I’ve  got  a  ride  home  tonight,  but  I’ve
never been to the  Flash complex.  Collin
told  me  to  get  back  into  your  good
graces,  so  why  don’t  we  ride  together?
You can bring your plus one. We’ll have
fun.” Putting them in the same car meant

they’d have to talk and possibly sort out
a few things.

Adam’s gaze roved anywhere but at

Will’s face for a long moment. When he
finally looked up at Will, a small smile
curled his lips. “That’s a great idea, but
I don’t have a plus one. No time to
date.”

Will folded his arms. No significant

other with Adam… Interesting.

“Text me your address, and I’ll pick

you up.” Adam brushed past Will,
toward the haulers.

“I made progress.” Will muttered to

himself then scrubbed both hands over
his face. Things had gone a tad smoother

than  he  imagined.  There  had  to  be
another catch. He followed Adam as the
truck  went  through  the  post  race
inspections  then  helped  load  it  for  the
night.

Once the gates opened, allowing the

drivers to head out, Will made a beeline
for his car. He couldn’t get the image of
Adam  from  his  mind.  The  guy  still
looked  good,  even  after  three  years  of
being  apart.  He’d  slimmed  down  a  bit,
less bulk and more muscle. The fire suit
hid his leaner frame unless he bent over.
Then the true outline of Adam showed.

Will gripped the steering wheel of his

compact car. He shouldn’t think about
what wasn’t going to happen—him and

Adam rekindling the passion they’d once
shared.  He wasn’t a star any longer.  He
wasn’t  the  guy  who  commanded  the
racing landscape. Hell, nothing was as it
had  been  when  they’d  been  together.
He’d traded his luxury car when Warner
Racing had gone under and he’d lost his
job.  Thankfully,  he’d  made  extra
payments  on  his  house.  He  pulled  into
his driveway then parked in the garage.

Did he even want to be with Adam

again?  Part  of  him  didn’t.  Too  much
heartbreak  and  too  many  things  never
said. The rest of him still cared about the
crew  chief.  They’d  been  the  best  of
friends and dynamite between the sheets.
He  stripped  out  of  his  T-shirt  and  jeans
then stepped into the shower.  The water

hit him full force. His muscles ached,
and his mind buzzed.

Steaming hot water sluiced over his

body, and he lathered his washcloth. He
soaped his chest then down to his semi-
erect  cock.  Thinking  about Adam,  being
around  him,  roused  all  the  old  feelings.
He  wrapped  his  fingers  around  his  dick
and  stroked.  A  vision  of  Adam  on  his
knees  taking  Will  to  the  back  of  his
throat  formed  in  his  brain.  He  could
almost  hear  the  handcuffs  clink  and
smell  the  scent  of  sex  and  motor  oil  in
the air.

Will leaned on the shower wall and

groaned. The chill of the tiles helped
diminish the fever on his skin, but not

much.  He  smoothed  one  hand  over  his
balls and continued to masturbate. Adam
looked  so  damn  hot  bound  in  rope  and
with  a  red  ass.  Tingles  radiated  from
Will’s  head  to  his  toes  then  centered  in
his groin.  His nerve endings buzzed.  No
matter  how  hard  he  tried,  he  couldn’t
drag enough air into his lungs.

“Adam,” he murmured and increased

the  speed  of  his  strokes.  He  gritted  his
teeth and pulled on his cock, adding pain
to  his  pleasure.  More  images  of  Adam
came to mind. Adam strapped tight to the
St.  Andrew’s  cross  with  red  streaks
crisscrossing his stomach, Adam holding
his  legs  tight  to  his  torso  while  Will
plundered  his  asshole,  holding  Adam
afterwards  and  whispering  words  of

love to the only man he’d ever really
cared for.

“Fuck,” Will bit out. He breathed hard

and  let  go  of  his  balls  then  braced  his
free hand on the shower wall. Too damn
close.  But  why  hold  back?  He  shivered
and  gave  in  to  the  orgasm.  His  seed
splashed  on  the  wall  in  two  thick
ribbons.

Will rested his forehead on his arm

and panted until the heady feeling of
climax subsided. The water temperature
dipped, bathing him in a cooler spray.

He’d garnered the job with Flash.

Somehow, he doubted making amends
with Adam would be so easy. But he
could always hope.

Chapter Two

Adam pulled to a stop in Will’s

driveway  and  snorted.  He’d  never
imagined  Will  would  live  in  the  same
lavish  house  he’d  bought  when  they
were  together,  but  he  did.  A  million
thoughts swirled in Adam’s brain. Being
around  Will  was  like  being  stuck  in  a
magnetic  field.  The  more  he  tried  to
keep  away  from  the  man,  the  more  Will
tugged him back in. But what about when
Will  found  out  the  reasons  he’d  run
away?  The  friendship  would  go  to  pot.

Had  to.  Only  a  weak  man  ran  headlong
away from the guy he wanted to be with
forever.  And  why  run?  Long-term
feelings  meant  there  was  a  greater
chance  things  wouldn’t  work  out.  He
wanted  forever  but  doubted  Will  had
thought that far into the future.

He stared at the house, a sprawling

two-story  Cape  Cod  decorated  with  a
rock-wall façade and ringed by towering
oak  trees.  So  familiar  yet  like  being  in
foreign territory. Some of their sweetest,
hottest  moments  had  taken  place  in
Will’s  bedroom.  Then  there  were  the
fights,  and  the  night  Adam  had  stormed
out.

Now, he climbed out of his SUV and

made  his  way  to  Will’s  front  door.
Adam  doubted  Will  even  thought  about
him  as  more  than  a  crew  chief.  Will’s
words when they’d split filtered into his
brain. “Once it’s over, it’s over. I don’t
look back.”

Well, shit.

Adam pressed the doorbell and

stepped back on the stoop. They’d talked
about putting in a porch. Will apparently
hadn’t bothered.

Adam shoved his trembling hands into

his pockets. Be cool, he warned himself.
Cool.

The door opened, and Will grinned

from his side of the doorway. “You

found  the  house  with  no  problem.  Good
thing  I  decided  not  to  move.”  He
clutched  his  keys  and  a  cell  phone.
“Ready when you are, Chief.”

Adam’s heart lurched. Will had called

him  Chief  when  things  were  better.
Maybe,  it  was  a  sign.  “We’re  late.
Collin  expected  us  there  twenty  minutes
ago. I already called him to make sure he
wasn’t  pissed.  Told  him  we’d  be  there
shortly. What took you so long?”

“He’ll be fine.” Will pulled the door

closed then strode to the SUV. “He’s too
excited that we finished well. Besides,
I’m not driving this time. You are. Don’t
sweat it.”

“True.” Adam slid into the driver’s

seat then fished the note from his pocket.
“This is for you.”

“A love note?” Will unfolded the

paper. “You shouldn’t have.”

“No. It’s Chrissy’s phone number.”

Adam engaged the engine then backed
down the drive.

“Chrissy?” The paper crinkled, but in

the dim light of the dash, Adam couldn’t
make out much more than Will’s form.

“She’s Collin’s daughter and a damn

good publicist. She helped Gavin before
he decided he was too cool for Flash.”
Adam sped down the back roads toward
Hickory, North Carolina and the Flash
team headquarters.

“You did mention to her and him that

I’m gay, right?”

From the corner of Adam’s eye, he

noticed Will’s phone screen light up.

“She’s not interested in you.” Adam

snorted. “Chrissy and Georgia are very
happy together.”

“She’s gay, too?” Will continued

fiddling with his phone. “Now, that’s
awesome. No wonder Collin named the
team Flash.”

“We do fly all colors.” Adam wove

his  way  back  to  the  Flash  headquarters
then  came  to  a  stop  in  the  parking  lot.
The  Flash  building,  all  concrete  and
glass,  glistened  in  the  bright  moonlight.

Flags  slapped  in  the  slight  breeze  and
threw  dancing  shadows  on  the  inky
parking  lot  floor.  The  words  Flash
Racing  Inc.  burned  bright  from  the  neon
sign above the main doors.

Apprehension sat heavy in Adam’s

mind. Say something now? Wait? Screw
it. He turned in his seat and killed the
engine. “Collin told me to keep you up
my butt. He’s so eloquent sometimes, but
he’s right.”

“Oh?” Light from the parking lot

lamps created a strange blue glow on
Will’s face. “Explain.”

Adam toyed with the seatbelt buckle.

“We were a good team. Tight and
trusting, but after our break-up, things

went to hell. I’m willing to meet you
halfway, if you’re willing, too.”

“I want more.” Will folded his arms.

“What?” Adam’s voice cracked. He

pressed his lip together to keep from
saying something else, something stupid.

“I want more.” Will bridged the gap

between  them,  his  face  a  whisper  from
Adam’s.  The  light  scruff  on  his  cheeks
glowed  in  the  street  lamplight.  Mint  on
his breath lingered between them.

“Will.” Adam wasn’t sure what else

to say.

“I deserve a few answers. If I’m going

to work with you and let you control

what  happens  on  track,  then  I  want  to
know why you left.” Hurt and frustration
resonated  in  Will’s  eyes.  “We  were
tight.  I  want  that  back  if  this  is  what
we’re going to do.”

Adam studied the flecks of green and

amber in Will’s blue eyes. The lines at
the corners of Will’s eyes deepened, and
for the first time since they’d been
reunited, Adam noticed the tiredness.

“Give me time.” Adam opened the

SUV  door  and  bolted  away  from  his
former lover. He needed time to think, to
clear  his  head.  He  wanted  to  fall  into
Will’s embrace and forget the worries in
his  mind.  Giving  in  and  letting  the
romance  that  still  burned  between  them

pulled  at  him.  But  what  if  the  fears
didn’t  go  away?  What  if  he  and  Will
never  tried  again?  He’d  never  know  if
they  could  get  beyond  the  past.  Which
did  he  want  more—the  fear  or  the  man
he cared about?

“So that’s it.” Will’s footsteps

thumped  behind  him.  “That’s  how  it’s
going  to  be.  You  run  the  whole  show
now?  Fuck it.  I thought  I was falling for
you  all  over  again.  Guess  I  was  wrong,
and  you  still  can’t  be  honest  with  me.
You want to be in charge, but you know
there  are  times  when  you  need  that
break.”

Will strode past Adam and yanked

open the front doors of Flash. Adam’s

heart lodged in his throat. He wanted his
man.

“Wait.” Adam rushed after Will. “Just

wait.”

Will slowed down but didn’t stop.

Adam  threaded  his  fingers  with  Will’s
and  yanked  him  into  the  first  available
room—the  restroom  for  visitors  to
Flash.

“Fuck me,” Adam blurted. He

grabbed the front of Will’s shirt and met
Will  for  a  kiss.  Will’s  whiskers
scratched  Adam’s  skin  and  spurred  on
his  desire  for  Will.  He  swallowed
Will’s moan.

“Can’t. Don’t have rubbers,” Will

panted. He pressed Adam to the wall
and ground his jean-covered cock
against Adam’s dick. “Want to.”

Tongues tangled, and Adam smoothed

his hands all over Will’s chest. He
needed to feel the weight of Will over
him, needed to be dominated.

“Play with me. Order me,” Adam

begged. “Our game.”

Will gripped Adam’s shoulders. “On

your knees.”

Excitement and renewed lust coursed

through Adam’s veins. Holy fuck, they
were going to play.

“Take care of me.” Will raked his

fingers  through  Adam’s  hair.  The  soft
caress  battled  with  the  rough  scrape  of
Will’s  nails  on  Adam’s  scalp.  “Feel
what you do to me.”

Adam groaned and rubbed his face on

Will’s crotch. The evidence of Will’s
desire tented his jeans. Adam licked his
lips then stole a glance up at Will. From
under heavily-lidded eyes, Will watched
him. The corner of Will’s mouth curled.

“Yes, Sir.” Adam loved the way the

words  rolled  off  his  tongue.  No  other
man  affected  him  like  Will.  Adam
popped  the  button  on  Will’s  jeans  then
tugged the zipper down. Inch by glorious
inch, he exposed  Will’s cock.  The blunt
purplish head glistened with pre-cum.

“The boys, too.” Will tightened his

grip in Adam’s hair. “You know what to
do.”

Yes, he did. Adam eased Will’s sac

from  his  boxer  shorts  then  nuzzled  the
soft  skin.  The  scent  of  sex  and  Will’s
cologne,  something  spicy  but  woodsy,
swirled around him. His mouth watered.
A  solitary  taste  of  Will  wouldn’t  be
enough,  and  a  single  encounter  wasn’t
going  to  cut  it.  He  opened  his  mouth
wide  and  engulfed  Will  in  one  swift
move.

“Jesus.” Will pumped his hips, filling

Adam’s mouth. “Feels good.”

Adam curled his tongue around Will’s

shaft. Pre-cum slid down his throat, and

Will’s  balls  tapped  Adam’s  chin.
Instead  of  using  his  hands  to  aid  him  in
the  blowjob,  Adam  grasped  his  ankles.
The position put him in Will’s control.

“That’s gorgeous. Your mouth full of

cock, cheeks puffed out and eyes focused
on me. So sexy with your hands behind
your back. Makes me want to take you
home.”

Adam’s spirits soared. He shouldn’t

want to feel so desired by Will, but he
did.

Will groaned and swiveled his hips,

sending his cock farther down Adam’s
throat. Each time he did, Adam
swallowed, massaging the blunt head.

“Love seeing you take me in.” Will

tugged harder on Adam’s hair, but the
added pressure only spurred Adam on.

The pain turned Adam on and

ratcheted up his lust a dozen notches.

“Suck on my balls, Pet.” Will moved

Adam back. “Want to feel that hot mouth
all over me.”

With his hands still on his ankles,

Adam dipped his head and sucked one
testicle into his mouth. The downy hairs
on Will’s sac tickled his chin.

“Yeah.” Will bounced his foot and his

leg trembled.

Adam stifled a grin. When Will

fidgeted, the orgasm wasn’t far behind.
He flattened his tongue on the base of
Will’s cock then licked his way up to the
crown.

Will jerked, and his grasp on Adam

loosened. “More.”

Adam sucked Will to the root of his

dick  then  bobbed  his  head.  The  denial,
being  made  to  wait  for  attention  from
Will,  turned  Adam  on.  He  needed  to
give  Will  an  orgasm  as  part  of  his  own
pleasure.  He  loved  having  to  give  up
control  to  Will.  Maybe  even  a  part  of
him still loved Will.

“Jesus,” Will panted. He once again

gripped Adam’s head. Grunts and
moans, albeit quiet ones, permeated the

space. Will shook his head and rammed
his cock down Adam’s throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Will chanted.

“Fuck.”  He  backed  away  from  Adam,
only  to  have  Adam  resume  sucking  on
him.  Adam  lapped  up  the  seed  jetting
past his lips. The salty fluid exploded on
his taste buds and bliss filled his mind.

“Damn.” Will leaned back and let go

of Adam. His cock slipped from Adam’s
mouth. He didn’t say anything else right
away, just breathed.

Adam eased Will’s cock and balls

back into his pants then sat back on his
heels. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I’ll never understand you.” Will

touched  Adam’s  cheek  then  finished
righting  his  clothes.  “We’re  dynamite
together.  If  we  could  only  get  our  shit
together.”

Adam stood then followed Will from

the bathroom. The words you never
know floated around in his head. As
much as he wanted things to work out for
him and Will, old fears crept in.

No, this was a night to celebrate a

good finish, a night to continue letting
loose and having fun. They’d work on
getting their shit together in the morning.

Maybe, by then, he’d have a plan for

working things out. Maybe.

* * * *

Will stood before the seamstress and

stretched  out  his  arms  one  more  time
then  sighed.  He  didn’t  mind  the  fittings
for  his  fire  suit,  but  what  he  really
wanted  was  Adam.  Two  days  since  the
party  and  no  word  other  than  through  a
couple  work  texts  from  Adam.  Yes,  the
tryst  in  the  bathroom  wasn’t  a  bright
idea,  but  lots  of  people  hooked  up  in
strange places. At least, they knew each
other. At  least,  they  shared  history. And
damn,  a  blowjob  in  the  bathroom  from
Adam was hot as hell.

The seamstress tapped Will’s arm.

“You’re good. Put them down.” She
nodded to Collin. “I’ll get the suits done
by Friday night. Won’t be much.”

Will shrugged out of the coat overlay.

He’d signed the contracts for the rest of
the season. At least, his short-term
career was set.

“Will, walk with me.” Collin nodded

to the door. “Thanks, Isabella. You’re a
peach.” He left the room and strode into
the hallway.

Will followed Collin. Whatever the

boss

wanted—within

reason—he’d

gladly give. “What’s up?”

“Thought I’d ask you the same thing.”

Collin jammed his hands into his pockets
and  kept  walking.  “My  best  crew  chief
hasn’t  talked  to  anyone  since  Friday
night.  He’s  thrown  at  least  one  crowbar
and  spent  his  breaks  on  the  patio  by

himself. That’s not like Adam. He’s the
glue around here.”

Will absorbed Collin’s words as he

passed  the  walls  of  Flash  memorabilia.
Adam  smiled  back  in  most  of  the
pictures.  In three short years, Adam had
become  the  integral  part  of  the
organization Will had coveted.

“I don’t want to know what happened

between  you  two.  I’ve  got  a  daughter;  I
know  drama.  But  I  do  want  you  to  get
along. Whatever the issue is, work it out.
I’m keeping you on for the season, but if
the  friction  is  still  there,  I’ll  take  it  into
consideration.”  Collin  opened  the  door
to his office. “Thanks.”

“You got it.” Will respected Collin.

The guy had a point. To be a solid team,
he  needed  to  work  with  everyone—
including  Adam.  He  swallowed  his
pride and headed to the garage.  Time to
have the talk they were supposed to have
to start off with.

Adam hunched over a clipboard,

alternately  looking  at  the  figures  on
paper  then  at  the  computer  screen.
“Where  the  hell  did  we  lose  those  two
tenths?”

“Probably when I fucked up on the

straightaway and wove around.” Will
leaned on Adam’s metal workstation
desk. “When in doubt, blame me.”

Adam’s brows knotted. His glasses

magnified his eyes. “Don’t flatter

yourself.”

Ah, there it was…the controlling

bastard. If something didn’t jibe on
track, then it had to be his fault. Fine.
“We need to talk.”

“I’m working,” Adam snapped.

“Tough shit.”

Will ripped the

clipboard from Adam’s hands. “Outside.
Now.”

“You don’t own me,” Adam muttered.

He  kicked  his  stool  then  strode  through
the  garage  to  the  patio.  When  the  door
clicked  shut,  he  whipped  around  and
snarled. “I’m on the clock. I’d like to get
paid. Make this quick.”

“Take it down a notch.” Will stood

toe-to-toe  with  his  former  lover.  “What
happened  the  other  night  was  special  to
me.  I  never  thought  I’d  have  a  chance
with  you  again.  You  bolted  without  a
fucking word that night and the first time
we  were  a  couple.  You  were  my  best
friend. I’m sorry, but I feel a little fucked
over.”

“Jesus.” Adam folded his arms then

unfolded them. He stepped away from
Will. His shoulders slumped. “Just…
fuck.”

“We did that. Kind of.” Will sank

down at the closest table. “Then let’s
sort this out.”

“I can’t.” Adam didn’t turn around.

The wind rippled his work shirt, giving
Will tantalizing glimpses of his toned
physique.

“Then let’s talk somewhere else. I get

it. Anyone can walk out here and see us.
That’s cool.” Will crossed his ankles.
“Meet me tonight after work. You know
the way to my house. You’re off at five.
Be at my place at six. Sharp.” No giving
Adam wiggle room. “I’ve already talked
to Collin about your leaving on time
today. No excuses.”

Adam sighed. “Six it is.” He still

didn’t look at Will. “I’ve got shit to do.”
He strode back into the garage, leaving
Will alone.

Will reclined in his chair and watched

Adam through the glass.

“Wound tight as a spring,” Will

muttered. That’s what he needed to do—
unwind his man. Good thing he knew
exactly that to do. Give Adam the kinky
time of his life.

Chapter Three

Adam glanced at the clock once more.

Twenty minutes to six. If he didn’t finish
up  soon,  he’d  be  late.  Will  wanted  him
at  the  house  at  exactly  six.  Part  of  him
wanted to play the game. Lateness meant
punishments, and punishments meant one
hell of a hot time. But what if he’d read
too  much  into  Will’s  invitation?  God.
One  more  reason  why  relationships,
especially  the  ones  he  wanted  to  work
out, were so God damned complicated.

Across the room, he noticed Collin

strolling past the trucks in the midst of
being repaired.

“Sometimes, it feels like we fix more

than we display.” Collin trailed his
fingers over the replacement fender.
“The joys of racing.”

“Actually, Will managed to keep his

fenders pretty clean. Minor dings, but
nothing structural. We can use the
number four when we head to Texas.”

“That’s what I like about you. Always

thinking and always over and above the
call.” Collin rapped his knuckles on the
worktable. “Speaking of Will, don’t you
have somewhere to be?”

Adam closed the lid on his laptop. He

trusted  Collin  like  an  older  brother.
Might  as  well  broach  the  subject  of
having a physical relationship with Will,
instead  of  waiting  until  Collin  asked
first.  “You  really  want  Will  up  my  ass,
don’t you?”

“You know my stance on interoffice

dating, but I can’t prevent you from
doing things together on your own time.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Collin perched on the stool

opposite Adam. “Shoot.”

Adam toyed with his pen. Sooner or

later, he’d have to deal with his past, but
for a few moments more, he’d put things

off. “Collin, when Ian left, how’d you
handle it? As far as we all knew, you
two just split and stayed friends.”

“Ah…the trouble with exes.” Collin

folded his arms and dropped his chin to
his chest. “Ian was a ball of issues. He
wanted things just his way even when I
couldn’t give it to him. Turns out he also
wanted someone else.”

Sounded familiar. Will hadn’t wanted

anyone  else,  but  he  sure  wanted  things
his  way.  Still,  Ian  and  Collin  weren’t
him  and  Will.  “But  you  moved  on  and
stayed level.”

“Eventually.” Collin waved his hand,

flicking his fingers. “It hurt. I loved him,
and I didn’t think I’d be the same after he

left.  Life  kept  moving,  and  I  got  wiser.
Chrissy  wants  me  to  start  seeing  people
again.  One  of  these  days  if  the  right
person comes along.”

Adam scrubbed both hands over his

face.  The  more  Collin  said,  the  more
things  made  perfect  sense  and  no  sense
at  all.  “Will  and  I  were  white  hot  for
two years. Inseparable.”

“And?” Collin crooked one brow and

tipped his head to the left.

“There are things he needs—in the

bedroom—I  can  give  him,  but  going  in
those  directions  makes  me  stop.  You
know  me,  I’m  not  a  pussy.  I’ll  give  as
good as I take, but I can’t wrap my mind
around  it.  I  left  him  because  I  wasn’t

sure I could be myself and be the
submissive he needs.”

“Did you tell him that?”

Embarrassment flooded into Adam’s

brain. “No. I got out before things got
heavy.”

“The hell you say. Fucking like

rabbits is heavy shit.” Collin snorted.
“You freaked and beat feet.”

“Yeah. Among other things.”

“Then tell him that. The damage is

probably done, but he’ll respect you a
hell of a lot more for being honest with
him.”

Adam gritted his teeth. Collin had a

point. The longer he put things off, the
harder it would be to work with Will.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“There’s the guy I love.” Collin

slapped  the  table.  “Back  to  being  a
control-freak  prick.  Just  like  I  like  you.
Talk  things  over  with  Will.  You  never
know. Things might work out in the long
run.”  He  grinned  then  vacated  his  stool.
“Beat  it.  You’ve  put  in  enough  hours.”
With  a  wave,  Collin  strolled  out  of  the
garage.

Adam nodded. He’d stared at the

same figures long enough. If he didn’t get
moving,  he’d  piss  off  Will.  Was  the
punishment  worth  the  crime?  A  shiver
skated  up  his  spine.  If  Will  used  one  of

his studded paddles, then yes, it fucking
was.

Half an hour later, Adam rolled his

SUV  to  a  stop  in  Will’s  driveway.  The
fleeting thought to turn around and leave
entered  his  mind.  No,  if  he  didn’t  see
things  through,  the  team  would  suffer.
Hell.  Who  was  he  kidding?  He’d
suffered, too. He missed his best friend.

“There you are.” Will chuckled and

opened the SUV door. “Thought you got
lost.” He wore jeans and a threadbare T-
shirt. Bare feet peeked from the frayed
cuffs of the denim.

Adam swallowed a moan. Will could

work an outfit. The faded denim hugged
every lean curve of his body and put the

bulge behind his zipper on particular
display. The T-shirt gave a teasing hint
of the chiseled muscle underneath.

“Well, I see I make you happy.” Will

hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. “I’m
making steaks. Still like yours walking?”

Adam grinned. With one comment,

Will broke the tension. “Yeah, rare.”

“Cool.” Will strolled into the house

with Adam right behind him.

Adam tipped his head to look at the

letters on the back of Will’s neck. Again,
the neckline of the shirt obscured most of
the tattoo. Damn it.

“I figured I’d wait until you got here

to throw them on the grill. I hate an
overcooked steak.” Will’s footsteps
padded on the tile floor. “I made a salad.
Want to put it on the table?”

“Sure.” Adam grabbed the glass bowl

but  didn’t  take  his  gaze  off  Will.  The
man  moved  like  a  pro  around  the
kitchen.  He  checked  the  heat  on  the
cook-top  grill  then  added  a  twist  of
pepper to the steaks.

“That’s the key. Room temperature

before grilling.” Will placed the steaks
on the grates. “Makes them so good.”

“Yeah.” Adam pressed his lips

together. The thing he wanted to eat
wasn’t steak. Reach for Will? Keep a
distance? God, he hated to be so unsure.

“Like the house? It’s about the only

thing  I  kept  once  Giddings  let  my
contract  run  out.  Sold  the  Camaro  and
bigger  motor  coach  to  Ted  Watkins.”
Will shrugged. “I raced at Bowman Gray
then did a year in the Late Model series.
Getting  my  ass  kicked  back  to  basics
helped.  Gave  me  drive  to  do  it  again.”
Will  paused,  his  mouth  quirking  to  the
side like he wanted to say more but held
back.  After  a  moment,  he  snapped  his
attention  back  to  the  food.  “Let  me  flip
these,  plate  them,  then  we’ll  talk.  I  can
see questions brewing in your head.” He
turned the steaks then set out two plates.
“We can eat over at the bar.”

Adam nodded. Will knew him too

well, even after three years apart. Then

again, he kind of liked Will taking over.
He  loved  hearing  about  Will’s  past.
Instead  of  giving  up  and  skidding,  Will
had  retooled  his  life.  Maybe  he  wasn’t
the  risk-taking  man  Adam  remembered.
Adam  sat  down  opposite  Will  and
heaped salad on his plate. The more time
they  spent  together,  the  more  Adam  fell
back into the comfortable feelings they’d
once shared. Maybe, he even fell back in
love with his former lover.

Will brought the silverware to the

table then carved into his steak.
“Good?”

“Yeah.” Adam picked up his fork then

put it down. “Does your boyfriend know
we’re doing this? Having dinner?”

“I doubt it. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Will arranged the lettuce on his plate,
cutting the bigger pieces into smaller
ones.

Must be an older lover’s name

tattooed onto him.

“Speaking of boyfriends, did you ever

wonder where we went wrong?” Will
munched on a forkful of his salad. “I’ve
thought about it from time to time.”

“Nah.” Adam shoved the steak bites

around his plate. “I know.”

“Yeah?”

Now or never. “I freaked. Plain and

simple.”

Will didn’t say anything. He didn’t eat

or shift his attention. He kept his gaze on
Adam.

“I liked what we did. The handcuffs,

the spankings were so good. But I
struggled with it. Haven’t done it since
we split.”

“No sex?”

“I’ve had some good times, but

nothing  like  what  we  were.”  Adam
raked his fingers through his hair. “Look,
Collin  wants  us  to  get  along.  We  can’t
be  fucking  if  we’re  working  together.
We need to concentrate.”

“I see.” Will dropped his hands into

his lap.

Damn it. The chance he wanted

showed up with clarity, and what did he
do? Freak out again. This shit didn’t
happen on the track. He kept everything
in control once he showed up for a race.
But with Will, things went to pot.

“I know you don’t believe me, but I

know what you need.” Will stood then
rounded the table. He offered his hand.
“Come with me. Give me a chance.”

Will’s heart pounded. He’d offered

Adam an opening. Either Adam could
give in or run. God knew, Adam liked to
run. But he knew Adam. The stress of the
driver change, the upheaval with the
team and Will’s re-entrance into Adam’s
life threw Adam for one hell of a loop.

Adam picked at the edge of his plate,

scraping his thumbnail over the shiny
edge.

“We’ll play. Just like before. Take it

or leave it.” Will stuffed his hands into
his pockets and strolled to the far end of
the room. “Up to you.”

“I want to play.” Adam kept his gaze

low. He stood and crossed the room to
where Will waited. “My safe word is
cucumber.”

“Louder. Tell me what you want.”

Will hooked his fingers under Adam’s
scruff-covered chin. The hairs scratched
his fingers.

“I want you to make me yours.” Adam

clasped his hands behind his back. “My
safe word is cucumber.”

“Look at me.” Will dipped his head to

look into Adam’s eyes. “I want to make
you happy. Will you let me?”

“Yes, Sir.” No hesitation, full power

in Adam’s voice.

Will took a step backward. Now, they

could play. “Take your clothes off, Pet.
Nice and slow.”

Adam’s cheeks flushed a beautiful

shade of pink. “Yes, Sir.”

He grabbed the hem of his shirt,

tugging it from his jeans. He unbuttoned
the shirt then slid the garment down his

arms.  He  folded  the  unneeded  article  of
clothing  then  laid  it  at  his  feet.  His
undershirt  ended  up  in  the  same  pile  as
the button-down.

A slow whistle escaped Will’s lips.

Adam  didn’t  realize  just  how  fucking
sexy  he  looked.  The  guy  could  model
underwear  and  sell  tons.  A  thin  trail  of
hair  led  from  his  bellybutton  down
behind  his  belt.  His  dusky  nipples
pebbled  under  the  cool  air.  Adam  kept
his  head  down,  but  arched  his  back  to
display his chest.

“Nice, Pet.” Will stilled Adam’s

hands then smoothed his palms over
Adam’s pecs. He missed Adam, missed
the sounds of Adam in ecstasy, the glow

on Adam’s skin when he came. Most of
all, he wanted the love they’d once
shared.

Will wrapped his arms around Adam,

drawing him close. He rested his
forehead on Adam’s, breathing in the
spicy scent of Adam aroused.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

Will kissed Adam on the lips, tasting the
tang  of  steak  and  Italian  dressing  on  his
lips. “Spank you? I’ve got a new paddle.
One  with  holes  for  maximum  pleasure.”
He  kissed  Adam  again,  this  time  closer
to  his  ear.  “Or  I  could  use  the  one  with
the studs. Your favorite, if I remember.”

“Sir.” Adam shivered in Will’s

embrace. “Both, Sir.”

“Greedy.” Will swiped his tongue

over Adam’s earlobe then bit the soft
skin. “What about a plug? I want you to
know who owns your ass.”

“You do, Sir,” Adam whimpered.

“I’ve got a new toy for you. A ring

with  a  plug  attached.  Would  you  like
that?”  Will  disengaged  from Adam  then
trailed  his  fingers  over  Adam’s  cheek.
“Hmm?”  He’d  purchased  the  stainless-
steel  toy  right  before  they’d  split  and
refused to use it with anyone else.

“Yes, Sir.” Adam swayed on his feet.

“Use me.” A bead of sweat trickled
down his temple, and the scent of his
cologne, something spicy, wafted around
Will.

“Undress.” Will took a step back and

folded his arms. He loved the glazed
look

in Adam’s

eyes

when

surrendered  control.  Adam  came  alive
when  they  played.  He  embraced  the
strong  yet  vulnerable  man  he  sometimes
kept  quiet.  Will  craved  the  uninhibited
Adam.

Adam unbuckled his belt with

trembling  hands.  The  leather  slipped
through his belt loops then landed on the
floor atop his shirt. His jeans plopped to
his  feet  without  the  belt  to  hold  them  in
place.  He  stepped  out  of  the  unneeded
denim  then  wriggled  out  of  his  boxer
shorts.  The  socks  ended  up  on  the  same
folded pile.

Completely nude, Adam bowed his

head then clasped his hands behind his
back.

“Very good, Pet. On your knees.” Will

strode  from  the  room  to  the  kitchen
where he’d secreted another special toy.
He  dangled  the  metal  leash  from  his
fingers.  They’d  never  talked  about
collaring other than for leash play. Now
he hoped Adam hadn’t changed his mind
about using the toy. When he returned to
the  dining  room,  Adam  knelt  beside  his
clothing.

Will squatted in front of his Pet. His

heart  raced  and  power  zinged  through
his  veins.  “We’re  going  to  use  this,”  he
held  up  the  collar,  “like  we  did  before.

While you’re wearing it, you’re mine.
Tell me your safe word.”

“Cucumber, but I don’t want to use it,

Sir.” Adam’s chest flushed. “Make me
come apart, Sir.”

Euphoria filled Will’s mind. The

connection was still there—the unspoken
power  balance  hadn’t  died  due  to  them
being  apart.  Maybe,  the  love  could  be
there,  too.  He  secured  the  leather  collar
about  Adam’s  throat  then  clicked  the
hook  onto  the  D-ring.  The  leash  slid
through  his  fingers  until  he  held  the
leather handle.

“Come.” Will tugged on the leash.

“On your knees.”

Adam sank to the floor. His ass

waved as he crawled to Will’s side.

“Good boy.” Will led his Pet into the

bedroom. Being with Adam fulfilled him
like no other. He embraced the rush from
their play, the tingle in their touch and
the crackling desire between them.
Getting Adam to relax only added to the
excitement.

Will patted the bed. “Up.”

When Adam scurried into place, Will

dropped the leash handle between
Adam’s hands then smoothed his palm
down Adam’s side.

“I love seeing my Pet pretty and at my

disposal.” He swatted Adam’s ass. The

skin  tinged  pink  from  the  blow.  “Would
you  like  me  to  use  my  new  toy?”  Will
spanked  again,  this  time  on  the  other
cheek.  A  mirror  image  handprint
blossomed in his wake.

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Four

Will opened the dresser drawer.

Things  were  happening  the  way  he’d
hoped.  Adam  on  his  bed,  naked  and
ready  for  a  hot  night.  Now  if  he  could
get Adam to stick around afterward, he’d
be  in  heaven.  He  assessed  his  array  of
toys. The ones he’d selected for the night
lay  in  a  perfect  row  and  gleamed  under
the  lamplight.  He  picked  up  the  shining
combination ass plug and cock ring then
slid  the  lube  into  his  back  pocket.  The
studded

paddle,

one

Adam’s

favorites, plopped onto its side in the
drawer. Will grinned. He’d use that next.

He returned to the bed and crawled up

behind  Adam.  “This  doesn’t  look  like
it’s had much use.” Will spread Adam’s
ass  cheeks  apart  and  groaned.  His
asshole  puckered,  and  pre-cum  leaked
from  his  cock.  Nice  and  ready.  Will
grabbed  two  handfuls  of  Adam’s  butt,
massaging  the  tender  skin.  “Neglected,
hasn’t it been?”

“Yes, Sir.” Adam groaned and backed

into Will’s touch.

“My Pet doesn’t like to play?” Thumb

over the tight hole, Will tapped the skin.

“I like to play, Sir.” Another groan

erupted from Adam.

“Then relax and play.” Will squirted a

thick  stream  of  lube  onto  his  hand  and
Adam’s  ass.  The  bottle  landed  between
his knees beside the toy. Will rubbed the
slick  fluid  around  his  fingers,  making
Adam  wait.  When  Adam  rocked
backward  again,  Will  smacked  him.
“You’re eager.”

“Want you.”

Will eased his thumb into Adam.

“Play and enjoy, my eager Pet.”

“Yeah.” Adam pulled Will into his

body, down to his knuckle. “More, Sir.”

“I will.” Will swirled his tongue over

Adam’s  ass,  tasting  the  sweat  on  his
skin.  When  Adam  groaned  again,  Will
moved  to  his  other  ass  cheek.  He
speared  his  other  thumb  into  Adam’s
ass, stretching him for the toy.

“Need you in me, Sir.”

“Not yet,” Will snapped, without

malice.  He  loved  that  part  of  the  game,
the  anticipation.  He  worked  his  thumbs
in  and  out  of  Adam’s  butt,  getting  him
prepped.  “I  need  you  open  for  the  toy.
Too  tight  and  you  won’t  have  fun.”  He
moved  one  hand  down  to Adam’s  cock.
With  his  other  hand,  Will  speared  his
index  and  middle  fingers  into  Adam,
along with his thumb.

Adam gripped the sheets and moaned.

“Stroke me, Sir.”

“I am,” Will purred. He curled his

fingers  around  Adam,  bringing  the  man
closer  and  closer  to  coming.  When
Adam  trembled  and  his  hips  bucked,
Will pulled out. He slipped the cock ring
around the base of Adam’s dick. “Breath
out  and  bear  down,  Pet.”  He  rested  one
hand  on  Adam’s  lower  back  then
inserted  the  ball  end  of  the  toy  into
Adam’s rectum.

“Oh fuck,” Adam gasped. His

knuckles turned white, and his head
lolled on his shoulders.

“You can take it,” Will murmured.

“You’re doing well. So sexy.” He
stroked Adam’s balls and kissed

Adam’s  lower  back.  He  watched  every
one  of  Adam’s  responses—too  much
pain  and  he’d  pull  out.  Not  enough  and
Adam  wouldn’t  make  it  into  subspace.
“So fucking hot.”

“New

feeling.”

Adam

panted.

“More.”

“Good, Pet.” Will slipped off the bed

then withdrew the paddle from the
drawer. He held it out to Adam. “Kiss
it.”

Adam glanced up at Will with glazed

eyes  and  a  soft  smile  on  his  lips.  He
wobbled  a  bit,  then  rubbed  his  face  on
the  studded  surface.  “Missed  this.”  He
butted  Will’s hand with his head. “You,
too.”

Now, they were getting somewhere.

Will climbed off the bed long enough to
ditch  his  clothes  then  took  his  place  by
Adam’s  head.  Without  a  command,
Adam  crawled  forward  and  licked  the
blunt  head  of  Will’s  cock.  He  swirled
his  tongue  around  the  tip  then  sucked
Will  to  the  back  of  his  throat.  For  a
moment,  Will’s  eyes  crossed,  and  he
gasped  for  air.  Damn, Adam  knew  how
to give head.

Will fought the wave of early climax

and  focused  his  attention  on  Adam.  He
smoothed  the  studded  paddle  over
Adam’s  skin  then  smacked Adam’s  ass.
A  perfect  imprint  of  the  paddle
developed on Adam’s butt.

“Thank you, Sir. May I have some

more?” Adam asked between slurps on
Will’s cock.

“How many for the bad boy who

overworked himself this week?” Will
slapped Adam’s other ass cheek, leaving
a twin impression.

Adam grunted and rocked forward,

taking Will to the back of his throat.
“May I have another?”

“At least four,” Will replied. He

repeated the blows to Adam’s ass. One,
two, three smacks then he paused. “Bad
boys need tough love, don’t they?”

“Yes, Sir.” Adam buried his nose in

the curls at the base of Will’s cock.

“May I have another?”

“Absolutely.” Will flipped the paddle

over,  sliding  the  smooth  side  over
Adam’s  abused  skin.  “So  hot  and  red
from  my  mark.”  He  tapped  the  toy  with
the  handle  of  the  paddle.  “Makes  me
want to come in your mouth.”

“Do, Sir.” Adam resumed sucking on

Will,  massaging  Will’s  dick  with  his
tongue.  When  he  pulled  out,  Adam
ventured farther down and sucked one of
Will’s testicles into his mouth.  The heat
from  his  tongue  and  Adam’s  hum
chipped  away  at  Will’s  restraint.  Too
much more and he would come.

“Enough.” Will turned the paddle

over then spanked Adam hard. The move

pushed Adam forward. He bumped his
head on Will’s stomach.

“Sir.” Adam looked up at Will with

wide eyes. “Sir.”

Something new happened between

them.  The  passion  and  play  were  the
same, but Will understood a little of why
Adam  hesitated.  He  liked  being  pushed,
liked being on the edge, but he needed to
know Will wouldn’t go too far. His love
for  Adam  grew  exponentially.  He’d  do
what his lover needed. Always.

“You test me, Pet.” Will tossed the

paddle  to  the  floor  then  cupped Adam’s
jaw  in  his  hands.  “You  please  me,
though.  So  much.”  He  kissed  Adam,
tasting  his  own  pre-cum  and  salt  on

Adam’s  lips.  The  connection  burned
through  to  Will’s  soul.  Not  only  did  he
want  to  love Adam  again,  he  wanted  to
save  the  broken  man.  To  bring  Adam
back  to  the  confident  man  he  knew  so
well.

“Fuck me, Sir,” Adam panted.

“Yes.” Will traced the line of Adam’s

lips with his tongue then left the bed.
“Lay on your back.”

Adam tipped his head to the side then

rolled  onto  his  back,  knees  in  the  air.
The  leash  clinked  on  the  bed,  and  the
handle  rested  next  to  Adam’s  ribcage.
“I’m yours, Sir.”

“You are.” Will eased the plug from

Adam’s ass then unfastened the ring at
the base of Adam’s cock. He left the toy
on a towel on the nightstand then nabbed
a condom from the drawer. “Stroke
yourself while I take you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Adam clutched his dick in

both hands and fixed his gaze on Will.

Will rolled the condom down his

erection then wrapped the free end of the
leash  around  his  palm.  The  heat  in
Adam’s  eyes  matched  the  lust-filled
fires in Will’s soul. No one compared to
Adam.  No  one  mattered  but  him.  Will
surged  forward,  filling Adam  to  the  hilt
with his dick. Adam grunted and his grip
on his cock tensed.

“Oh, Sir. Thank you.”

Will held the leash taut then dug his

fingers  into  Adam’s  thigh.  “Fuck.”  He
worked  his  hips,  sawing  in  and  out  of
Adam’s  butt.  As  with  before,  he
wouldn’t  last.  Being  with  Adam,  being
in  him,  rattled  Will  to  his  core.  They
belonged  together.  No  matter  how
fucked up and unconventional, they were
a true pair.  His heart beat faster, and he
fought to catch his breath. He still loved
Adam. Without a doubt.

Will pistoned his hips, his balls

slapping Adam’s ass with each plunge
into his body.

“Yes. Fuck. Me,” Adam chanted. He

closed his eyes, and perspiration beaded
on his forehead. “God.” His voice

dropped an octave, and he clenched his
teeth.

Will shook his head and rolled his

hips,  changing  the  rhythm  of  their
lovemaking.  The  first  tingles  of  orgasm
started  in  his  belly.  He  whispered
Adam’s name. “Come with me.”

Adam tipped his head back and

opened  his  mouth.  A  strangled  cry
escaped  his  lips.  The  veins  in  his  neck
stood out, and his skin flushed anew. His
legs  trembled,  and  he  squeezed  tight
around Will.”

“Fuck,” Adam groaned.

“Come for me.” Will’s skin sizzled.

Screw holding back. He embraced the

orgasm  and  moaned.  Thick  ribbons  of
Adam’s  cum  streaked  across  Will’s
chest.  Adam’s  body  went  taut  then
relaxed  beneath  him.  Eyes  closed  and
breathing hard, he opened his arms.

Will released his grasp on the leash

and  collapsed  atop  his  lover.  Neither
spoke  for  long  moments.  Silence,  save
for  their  labored  breaths,  filled  the
room.

“Wow,” Adam said and threw his

arms around Will, who rolled onto his
side, taking Adam with him. “Forgot
how that feels.”

“Me, too.” A million thoughts swirled

in Will’s head as he pulled out of his
lover. They needed to fuck more often.

He needed Adam in his life as more than
just  a  crew  chief  or  a  friend.  But  what
about  the  scared  look  in  Adam’s  eyes?
Will’s  bone-deep  desire  to  protect  the
man he cared about took over. He’d find
out  what  had  happened.  No  one  hurt  his
man.

“Stay with me tonight.” Will stroked

Adam’s  cheek.  “Just  stay.” A  few  more
hours  to  sort  out  the  feelings  bubbling
between  them,  that’s  what  he  needed.
And a couple more rounds of hot sex.

“I’d like that.” Adam rubbed his nose

along Will’s. He closed his eyes and
sighed. “I don’t know how, but you
always know.”

“Know what?” Will flattened his free

hand  on  Adam’s  hip  to  hide  his
trembling.  God,  he  didn’t  want  to  over-
think  the  burgeoning  feelings,  but  damn.
Adam threw him for so many curveballs.

“How to get to me. To relax me.”

Adam opened his eyes. “I don’t get how
you knew I needed this, but you did, and
I’m glad.”

“I’m hoping you need me.” Will

clamped his teeth together. Asking Adam
to stay was one thing, but admitting he
wanted more could be a moment killer.

“That, too. I’m not exactly myself

without you.”

“You’re mushy.” Will flopped onto

his back and breathed a sigh of relief.

Things  were  better—for  now.  The  little
declaration  hadn’t  freaked  Adam  out.
But  Will didn’t want to lay there with a
condom suctioning to his wilting dick. “I
need to chuck the rubber.  Be right back.
Need anything?”

“I’m good right here.” Adam squeezed

the pillow and smiled. “Real good—
except I don’t want to sleep in the collar.
Take that off, and I’m golden.”

“Now, you’re talking.”

Chapter Five

Will wiped the sweat from his brow

and  leaned  over  the  computer  screen
once  more.  The  oppressive  late-May
heat  clung  to  his  body,  despite  him
having  unzipped  his  fire  suit.  The
practice readings showed him making up
time in the corners but losing both speed
and  time  on  the  straightaways.  The
sunlight  blazed  on  the  Dover  track  and
magnified  in  the  cockpit  of  the  truck.
Soon,  he’d  be  able  to  cool  off  in  the
motor coach.

He clapped Adam on the shoulder

then stepped away from the war wagon.
“As long as you can get my speed back,
I’ll do what you tell me.”

Adam handed him a bottle of water.

“That’s the plan.” He rested his hand on
Will’s shoulder. “We’ll work on it
while the cars practice.”

Will fought the natural urge to wrap

his  arm  around Adam.  Sure,  they  hadn’t
gone  public,  and  the  media  would  no
doubt  descend  upon  them  since  he’d
been the first driver to come out, but he
still  wanted  to  hold  his  partner.  Three
weeks  of  hot  sex  had  helped  them  to
reacquaint  themselves  with  the  fuzzy,
happy,

never-going-to-give-you-up

feelings.

“We’re leaving in the morning. Rizz

doesn’t  want  to  drive  all  night,  and
Collin  agreed  to  give  him  overtime  to
drive  our  lazy  asses  home.”  Adam
smiled and gave Will a squeeze. “Means
we get a night to play…hopefully after a
good finish.”

“That’s my plan.” Will relaxed a bit

and  took  a  long  swig  of  his  water.  He
preferred  the  jovial  attitude  they  now
shared.  Being  civil  made  working  the
races  that  much  easier,  too.  Now,  if  he
could  just  get  Adam  to  admit  the  love
was  still  there,  he’d  be  a  happy  man.
Will’s  heart  ached.  Their  playtime
outmatched  any  lover  he’d  had  before

Adam, and the emotions were definitely
still  strong.  Adam  might  not  have  been
sure about them as a couple, but damn it,
Will  knew  the  truth  down  in  his  soul.
They  belonged  together  and  worked
better as a team.

“We’ve got fifteen more minutes and

the  truck’s  adjusted.  Give  us  a  couple
laps  so  we  can  see  how  she  reacts.”
Adam  slapped  Will’s  upper  arm.
“Yeah?”

“Sure.” Will smoothed his hair off his

forehead  then  pulled  on  his  helmet.  The
sweat  and  water  he’d  dumped  on  his
head  kicked  up  a  few  degrees.  Thank
God,  the  cooling  system  in  the  truck
hadn’t  busted.  He  needed  to  focus  on

getting the truck straightened out, not his
hot head.

Will climbed through the window and

slid  into  his  seat.  Just  as  being  with
Adam reminded him where he belonged,
sitting  in  the  cockpit  of  the  truck  served
as  his  second  home.  He  flipped  the
ignition switch. Once the engine revved,
he sped out onto pit lane.

Time to sort out this baby, so I can

sort out Adam when I’m done. He
blended into traffic.

* * * *

Two hours and more practice laps

later, Adam crossed the infield to the
drivers’ lot and the shared Flash Racing

motor  coach.  He  glanced  at  his  watch.
One  hour  before  the  driver/crew  chief
meeting. More than enough time to catch
a  quick  catnap,  then  eat.  His  stomach
rumbled.  Screw  it.  Sleep  beckoned—
unless  he  found  Will  first.  His  dick
engorged  behind  the  zipper  of  his  fire
suit.  Just  thinking  about  a  quickie  with
Will  turned  him  on.  Part  of  him
wondered why he’d let Will go. The rest
of  him  knew—giving  up  control  wasn’t
Adam’s forte unless Will was involved.
Then things righted.

Adam opened the door then headed up

the stairs. He wasn’t alone. Snores filled
the air. Someone had gotten the napping
idea before he had. Nice. He stopped on
the stairs, kicked out of his tennis shoes

then glanced around the small expanse to
where Will reclined on the couch. Eyes
closed and hands folded on his stomach,
he looked like a sexy statue—a snoring,
sexy statue.

Adam crept to Will’s side and eased

Will’s  boxer  briefs  down  enough  to
withdraw  his  cock.  The  thick  member
bobbed  in  Adam’s  hand.  Will  shifted
and sighed, his eyes still closed and his
breathing  even.  The  move  gave  Adam
more  access  to  Will’s  junk.  He  licked
his  lips  then  flicked  his  tongue  over  the
blunt head of Will’s cock.

The salt from

Will’s pre-cum

exploded in Adam’s mouth. He groaned
and flattened his palms on Will’s thighs.

His  own  dick  thickened  behind  his
zipper.  Adam  half  wished  he’d  woken
Will  up  so  they  could  both  play.  Then
again,  he  rather  liked  indulging  his
lover. He glanced up at Will’s face then
wrapped  his  fingers  around  Will’s
erection.  Mouth  open  wide,  he  sucked
Will to the back of his throat.

Will sighed and slid down on the

couch a bit more. “Feels good.”

Adam froze. He locked gazes with

Will.

“I knew what you were doing.” Will

reached for Adam and squeezed the back
of Adam’s neck. “I’m not stopping you.”

Excitement screamed through Adam’s

veins. He cupped Will’s sac then sucked
hard on Will’s cock. Will’s grasp on his
hair tightened.

“Damn,” Will groaned. He rocked his

hips, setting the rhythm. “More. Don’t
you stop.”

Adam couldn’t if he tried. He loved

the feel of a hot dick in his mouth, even
better  if  the  dick  belonged  to  Will.  The
hairs  at  the  base  of  Will’s  cock  tickled
Adam’s nose. He slid his left hand along
Will’s  torso,  under  his  shirt  to  his
pebbled  nipples.  He  pinched  the  hard
tips.

“Yeah,” Will murmured. He curled

his hand over Adam’s then caressed the
length of Adam’s shoulders.

Adam licked every inch of Will, from

his  balls,  to  his  cock  and  the  inside  of
Will’s  thigh.  He’d  never  be  able  to  get
enough of Will. A bead of sweat trickled
between his shoulder blades. Thank God
for air conditioning. His skin sizzled and
his  nerve  endings  fried.  Nothing
mattered  but  Will  and  giving  him
satisfaction.  He  pumped  his  mouth,
licking  every  ridge  and  vein  on  Will’s
shaft. His own balls ached, and he fought
the urge to touch himself.

“Condom. Lube. In my bag.” Will

wrapped his hand around his stiff cock.

Adam rushed to his feet. He found the

bag on the bed, laden with condoms and
an economy-sized bottle of lube. Talk

about  a  lot  of  planning.  He  tucked  the
bottle of lube under his arm then headed
into the living room. A groan erupted in
his  throat,  and  he  shrugged  out  of  his
clothes.  Forget  going  smoothly  or
looking  cool.  He  couldn’t  move  fast
enough to climb on Will.

Adam tore the condom packet and

sheathed Will’s cock. He loved touching
his man. The bottle of lube slipped from
under his arm and plopped on Will’s
stomach.

Will snorted then grinned. “You know

what  to  do.”  He  scooted  down  on  the
couch,  giving  Adam  free  rein.  Adam’s
skin  prickled.  He  needed  to  prep
himself.  Adam  stood  before  Will  and

caressed  his  cock  with  one  hand.  He
squirted lube onto his hand then speared
his  middle  finger  into  his  own  ass.  He
shivered  and  moaned.  The  twinges  of
orgasm  built  low  in  his  belly.  Oh  fuck,
he needed to wait for Will.

“Jesus, that is hot.” Will coaxed

Adam  onto  his  thighs  then  grasped
Adam’s  upper  arms,  dragging  them
chest-to-chest  and  groin-to-groin.  “Ride
me.  I  want  to  feel  your  ass  surrounding
me.”

Will knew him so well.

“Hard and fast.” Adam braced himself

on his knees and spread his ass cheeks
wide. “Need you.”

“Mine.” Will positioned Adam over

his  groin  then  buried  his  cock  deep  in
Adam’s  ass.  They  slid  together  in  a
perfect  fit.  Adam  arched  his  back  and
writhed  on  Will.  He  craved  the
possession  in  Will’s  voice  and  the  way
Will  took  over  their  play.  He  gripped
Adam’s  hips  and  thrust  hard.  Adam’s
head  lolled  on  his  shoulders,  and  he
groaned.

“Touch yourself,” Will coaxed. He

didn’t break rhythm but kept pumping
hard. “We’re getting close and fuck, I
need to see you come apart.”

Adam gripped the back of the couch

with one hand then stroked himself with
his other hand. His thoughts fizzled, and

the  rest  of  the  world  faded  away.
Flutters  of  orgasm  built  low  in  his
stomach,  and  his  skin  burned.  His  legs
trembled.  Adam  flexed  his  asshole
around Will, gripping him tighter.

“Come for me, Pet.” Will bounced

Adam on his lap, and his nails bit into
Adam’s hip. “Come.”

Will’s one-word command did the

trick. Adam gave into the overwhelming
need for Will and tumbled headlong into
orgasm. Thick streams of cum stretched
across Will’s T-shirt and lower belly.
Adam

slumped

Will’s

chest,

smearing the sticky semen. He buried
face against Will’s neck.

“I liked that surprise. You can suck

my balls any day.” Will encircled Adam
in his arms.

“Didn’t suck your balls.” Adam

wriggled off Will’s lap then wiped up
the cum with his own shirt. “I’ll
remember for next time.”

“Speaking of remembering…” Will

propped himself up on his forearms.
“Did you happen to lock the door when
you came in?”

“Never occurred to me to do that.”

Adam grabbed his pants from the floor.
“Guess it’s a good thing no one walked
in on us. You ready to race?”

“You bet your ass I am.”

Chapter Six

Will loved the races, sure, but he

loved  the  moment  the  work  finished  for
the  day  and  he  could  just  exist  for  a
moment.  The  buzz  of  the  race  wore  off,
and  he  could  think  straight  again.  He
caught sight of Adam in the mirror in the
bathroom area. The more time they spent
together,  the  more  he  knew  he’d  never
be able to walk away from Adam.

“You’re a daredevil, you know that?”

Adam clapped Will on the back and

settled beside him on the bed. “Still not
sure how you managed to weave through
that wreck and still not cut down a tire. I
made Sam check them all.”

“Skill.” Will flopped on the mattress

and scrubbed his face with both hands.
He cared too damn much for Adam to let
the situation between them slide again.
“Crash with me?”

“Absolutely.” Adam pulled his shirt

up over his head then kicked out of his
pants and settled beside Will. “Wasn’t a
win, but another top five is like a win.
I’m proud of you.”

“Proud of you, too. You talk me

through that shit pretty well.” Will rolled
onto his side and looked Adam in the

eye. He trailed his fingers down Adam’s
arm.  “Speaking  of  talking  through  shit,
come on. It’s time. Why’d you leave me?
Just  be  honest.  I  believe  what  you  told
me,  but  I  know  there’s  more  lurking
under the surface.”

Adam stared at Will but didn’t ease

away.  He  stilled  Will’s  hand  then
propped  himself  up  on  his  elbow.
“When  we  first  met,  I  wasn’t  sure  if  I
was gay. You proved to me there wasn’t
much  thinking  about  it.  I  liked  dick,  not
pussy.  End  of  story.  I  got  comfortable
around  you.  Being  with  you  was  like
having  my  best  friend  and  the  hottest
lover rolled into one.”

“We’re good together.” Will squeezed

Adam’s biceps. “Really good.”

“Then we started the games.” Adam’s

brows  knotted,  and  he  shifted  his  gaze.
The  muscles  in  his  jaw  worked
overtime.  “You  know  me  too  well.  I
need the punishment and the harsh words
to  calm  down  and  let  go.  It does  calm
me.” He hesitated again, but this time he
shifted  his  attention  back  to  Will.  “At
first,  I  didn’t  get  it.  I  thought,  fuck,  this
isn’t what it takes to be a man. A man is
the  one  in  charge.  I  over  thought  shit  so
much  and  worried  you’d  see  me  as  a
pansy  because  I  submitted  to  you  or,
worse, you’d find a manlier man.”

Will sat up and folded his legs

beneath himself. No wonder Adam had

run.  Someone  had  fucked  up  the  poor
man’s  thinking.  He  scooted  across  the
bed  and  bridged  the  gap  between  them.
“I  don’t  want  a  manlier  man  if  that’s
what you think a manly man is.”

“Let me finish. I’ve been working on

gathering my courage to talk to you about
this because I’m still ashamed.” Adam’s
voice dropped to a whisper, and he
averted his gaze.

“No need.” Will stroked Adam’s hair.

“None  at  all.”  His  heart  broke.  No  one
deserved  to  be  ashamed  of  who  they
were.  If  it  took  him  the  rest  of  his  life,
he’d make things up to Adam.

“Major need. I’m a man, damn it. A

man who likes submitting and having

your  dick  up  my  ass.  I  can’t  listen  to
certain  Three  Dog  Night  songs  without
thinking about you, and I’m scared that if
I  give  in  to  you  again,  you’ll  break  my
heart. You have all the power, and I just
take  it.”  He  forked  his  fingers  into  his
hair.  “Then  there  were  the  crashes.  I
know,  I know, they were small.  They’re
always  small  at  first.  I  saw  what
happened to  Teddy  Blaine at  Talladega,
and  it  freaked  me  out.  He  died  doing
what  he  loved.  What  if  that  was  you?
Racing is a freaking dangerous business.
I  was  scared  I’d  lose  the  one  person
who mattered the most to me.  I couldn’t
understand  everything  and  had  to  get
away.”

All at once, Will understood and

loved  Adam  more  than  ever.  “Then  I
didn’t  explain  our  play  very  well.  The
power  is  shared.  Hell,  you’ve  got  more
than I do. I know what you won’t do and
what  you  might  do,  but  if  you  want  to
quit  then  we  quit.  I  can’t  make  you  do
what  you  don’t  want  to  do. And  I  don’t
want to.”

“I don’t remind you of the safe word

for fun,” Adam spat. “I’m serious. Test
me.”

“I know you know your safe word.

What  I’m  trying  to  say  is  you’re  a
handsome  man  I  want  to  work  with  and
fuck.  I  can’t  help  what  the  other  drivers
do, but  I don’t drive like a maniac.  I’ve
got  a  reason  to  be  careful  and  someone

to come home to—you. I’ll make it back
to you, even if it means haunting you as a
God  damned  ghost.”  More  words
teetered  on  his  tongue.  Go  for  it?  Hold
back?  Screw  it.  He’d  held  back  long
enough. “Adam, I love you.”

“Holy shit.” Adam’s eyes widened,

and his shoulders sagged. “Don’t say
what you don’t mean.”

“I’m being honest. I love you. Always

have, always will.” Will pulled his shirt
up  over  his  head.  Time  to  show  Adam
the  surprise.  “I  want  to  show  you
something,  if  you  haven’t  seen  it
already.”  He  turned  his  back  on  Adam.
“See?  I’m  not  changing  my  mind.”  He
pointed  to  his  tattoo.  Getting  inked  with

Adam’s name could’ve been the worst
decision or the best idea in the world.

“What did you do?” Adam touched the

tattoo,  rubbing  his  thumb  along  the  base
of  Will’s  neck.  So  that’s  what  the  ink
said.  No  fucking  way.  “This…is
permanent.  I  thought  it  was  someone
else’s name or another Adam.”

“No one else’s name I want on my

body.” Will turned back around. “I’ve
got an idea, and I think it will help you.
Do you trust me?”

Adam hesitated. The image of his

name inked on Will’s skin was burned
into his brain. Sure, he trusted Will.
There hadn’t been a time he worried for
his safety, just his heart. But what in the

name of fuck did Will want to do?

“I trust you.” Adam swallowed hard.

Might as well jump off the deep end.
“What’s the plan?”

“I’ll submit to you.” A wicked gleam

sparkled in  Will’s eyes.  He smiled, and
his  cheeks  flushed.  His  cock  tapped
Adam’s  cock.  “You  never  gave  me  the
chance  to  explain.  I  trained  as  a  sub  in
order  to  understand  how  to  be  a  better
Dom. I know what it’s like to be in your
shoes.  It’s  scary  and  exhilarating.  That
spacey feeling is the best, and only when
you’re  truly  having  a  good  time  will  it
come.”

“Yeah.”

“I should’ve explained more and

prepped you for this lifestyle. For that,
I’m sorry and I will make it up to you.”

“I didn’t want anyone else to train me

in the ways we play. That’s for me and
you.”

“I’m glad. I packed some of our toys.

Whatever’s  in  the  bag,  you’re  welcome
to  use  it  on  me.”  Will  climbed  off  the
bed  then  stood  in  the  bathroom  area
between  the  living  area  and  the
bedroom. “I’m yours, Sir. My safe word
is talisman.”

Adam scooted to the edge of the bed.

This was really happening. Will was
taking his role. Adam parsed through his
memories for something to say and

sound as if he knew what the hell he was
talking about. Will always wanted him
naked right off. He’d go that route.
“Nude, Sir.”

“You’re the Sir. You can name me

whatever you want,” Will whispered.
“And punish me for not giving you all
the rules.”

The tips of Adam’s ears burned. “I’ll

call you…Boy. You’re younger than me,
so you’ll be Boy.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Will dipped his

head then finished undressing. He folded
his clothes into a neat pile just as Adam
did then dropped to his knees beside the
bed.

Adam walked around the bed to

where Will knelt. He grabbed a handful
of Will’s hair then dragged his head
backward. “I’ll have to check my bag for
what to punish you with.”

“Yes, Sir.” Will rubbed his cheek on

Adam’s bare thigh. “Please do, Sir.”

Holy hell. Adam rather liked the

power  coursing  through  his  veins.  No
wonder  Will  got  off  on  being  so  bossy.
Adam  opened  the  bag  then  rustled
through  the  accessories.  Will  had
brought  the  blue  plug,  a  couple  of
vibrators,  nipple  clips,  the  handy  cock
ring and handcuffs. Nice assortment.

“No paddles?” Adam continued to dig

through the contents. Instead of the

paddle  they  played  with,  Will  had
included  a  flogger.  Adam  touched  each
item with reverence. They’d played with
almost  all  of  the  things,  and  he  knew
how  each  toy  affected  him.  But  what
about  Will?  He  trailed  his  fingers
through the leather strands of the flogger.
Maybe if Adam wanted the flogger used
on him, Will would appreciate the toy as
well.

“This will work.” Adam held the

flogger  in  the  air  then  brushed  the  tails
over  Will’s  bare  back.  “Think  we  can
use this?” The power he expected to feel
from  wielding  the  flogger  dissipated.
No,  this  was  about  letting  him  feel  the
same  way  Will  felt.  He  could  pleasure
Will  as  the  top  or  the  bottom.  “We’re

going to use this.” His words sounded
more confident than he felt.

“Yes, Sir.” Will curled into the fetal

position with his arms at his sides and
offered Adam a perfect view of his ass
and back.

Adam dusted the flogger over Will’s

skin. “How many? You did speak out of
turn.” The more he talked, the more he
eased into the dominant role.

“Five, Sir.” Will pressed his face into

the carpet. He wriggled his bottom in a
silent taunt.

“Five it is. Count them for me.” Adam

slapped Will’s back, keeping track of
the blows.

“One, Sir. May I have another?” Pink

streaks blossomed on Will’s skin.

Adam twirled the flogger like he’d

seen Will do before then smacked Will’s
ass  three  times  in  succession.  The
cracking  sound  ricocheted  around  the
room.  Adam’s  nerve  endings  tingled,
and  part  of  him  wanted  to  call  off  the
play.  His  cock  pushed  hard  against  his
pants, and his balls ached. He wanted to
be in Will’s place.

“Two, three, four, Sir. May I have

another?”

“You may.” Adam swatted once more

then tossed the flogger onto the bed.
Time to switch gears before he did
something he’d regret.

Instead of jumping to his feet as Adam

expected,  Will  remained  on  the  floor.
Adam  retrieved  the  handcuffs  from  the
bag.  He’d  noticed  a  hook  fixed  to  the
doorframe—probably  there  for  hanging
a  fire  suit  or  something.  Tonight,  he’d
use it for Will.

“On your feet.” Adam flattened his

hand on Will’s ass. “I want to look at all
of you.”

Will rose to his knees then stood. Red

streaked across his forehead from where
he’d  pressed  it  into  the  carpet.  His
cheeks  flushed,  and  his  lips  parted  a
fraction  of  an  inch.  Adam  dragged  his
hands  down  Will’s  chest,  pinching
Will’s  nipples  along  the  way.  A  fine

sheen of perspiration glistened on Will’s
skin.

“Give me your wrists.” When Will

did  as  asked,  Adam  snapped  the
handcuffs  around  his  arms.  He  situated
the  chain  between  the  cuffs  on  the  hook
above Will’s head. “That’s good.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Will’s cock bobbed

and tapped Adam’s thigh.

Adam raked his nails down Will’s

chest then wrapped both hands around
Will’s dick. Will lurched forward and
groaned again. His eyelids drooped.

“Think that’s why someone put a hook

up there? To put you on display?” Adam
squatted in front of Will and blew across

the crown of Will’s cock.

“I don’t know, Sir. I like what you’ve

done.” Will braced his feet a shoulder’s
width apart.

Adam traced the seam of his lips with

Will’s  dick.  The  salty  taste  of  pre-cum
filled  his  mouth.  He  sucked  hard  on
Will,  slurping  and  licking  every  inch  of
the  bound  man’s  erection.  The  need  to
stay  put,  to  finish  Will  off  coursed
through  Adam’s  veins.  He  much  rather
enjoyed  the  submissive  role.  Would
Will top from the bottom?

Instead of taking control of the

situation, Will moved in time with
Adam. He gasped a couple of times then
fisted his hands.

Adam turned his attention to Will’s

sac.  He  flattened  his  tongue  over  the
fuzzy  skin,  nuzzling  and  exploring  his
lover.  With  one  hand,  he  massaged
Will’s  dick.  With  the  other  hand,  he
rubbed the tiny rosette of Will’s ass.

Will tensed under Adam’s touch and

his knee bounced.

“Close, aren’t you?” Adam sat back

on his heels, relinquishing his touch on
Will. “Ready to come?”

“No, Sir.” Will swayed on his feet.

“Not until you tell me to.”

Adam patted the bed in search of the

flogger. He’d reward Will for his
fortitude and for his candid answer. He

stood then smoothed the tails of the
flogger over Will’s chest.

“You had these pierced.” Adam

tweaked Will’s nipple. “I see the holes,
but no barbells. I wanted to ask before
and didn’t.”

“Took it out to race.” Pre-cum leaked

from the blunt head of Will’s erection.
“Mark me, Sir. Please?”

Adam twirled the handle of the

flogger  then  swatted  Will’s  skin  twice,
once  on  each  pec.  The  little  grunts  and
groans  on  Will’s  lips  kicked  Adam’s
desire  up  a  notch.  He  could  do  this.  He
could  master  his  lover—then  they’d
switch.  Will  arched  his  back,  offering
his chest again.

“Boy, you’re being bad.” Adam struck

Will three times in a row. “You must
like your punishment.”

“I do, Sir.” Will rocked his hips,

fucking the air. His cock bobbed, and his
balls swung.

Adam reached over Will’s head to the

hook and unlocked the cuffs. “On the
bed, Boy.”

Will scampered onto the mattress, his

ass in the air. He glanced over his
shoulder. “Ready, Sir.”

“No.” Adam slapped Will on the butt.

“Flip over.”

Will hesitated for a moment then

rolled onto his back. He grabbed his
knees, clutching them to his chest.

“That’s better. Watch me.” Adam

hiked  his  shirt  up  over  his  head  then
tossed the garment to the floor. He fought
the  urge  to  pick  up  the  shirt  and  fold  it.
He locked gazes with Will, who crooked
one  brow.  Adam  gritted  his  teeth  and
unbuttoned his jeans.  Will expected him
to remain in control.

Adam shoved the pants and his boxer

briefs to the floor.  He stroked himself a
couple  times,  thrilled  by  the  feel  of  his
hands  on  his  body.  Excitement  and
desire filled his mind. His balls tingled,
and he measured his breaths. He needed
lube and rubbers. He dug through the bag

until he located the necessary items.

“Come here and prep me.” Adam

rested his hands on his hips.

Will sat up then opened the foil

packet. He rolled the condom down
Adam’s length then smeared lube on the
rubber.

Adam threaded his fingers into Will’s

hair and tugged. “Good, Boy.”

Will grinned then climbed back onto

the  bed.  He  squirted  lube  onto  his  hand
then  reached  between  his  legs  and
speared  one  finger  into  his  ass.  His
groans filled the room. Will clenched his
teeth  then  added  a  second  finger  to  his
hole.  His  stomach  rippled,  and  his  hips

rocked.

“Damn.” Watching Will prep his ass

turned Adam on more. He pinched his
own nipple then swatted Will’s hands.
No more waiting. “Mine.”

Adam lined up his cock with Will’s

ass then pushed. He’d played the bottom
role so much he’d forgotten the euphoric
feel of taking someone. Will clutched his
legs in a white-knuckled grasp. He tilted
his head back and relaxed around
Adam’s cock.

“Feels good, Boy.” Adam tugged Will

to  the  edge  of  the  bed.  No  matter  how
many  times  he’d  made  love,  being  with
Will  surpassed  the  rest.  He  sank  balls
deep  and  delighted  in  the  thrill  of

topping Will.

“Sir,” Will bit out. “Fuck.”

Adam dug his fingers into Will’s

upper thigh and set the pace. In the
delicious heat of Will’s ass then out only
to fill his lover again. His balls swayed
with each push.

“Touch yourself,” Adam said and

nodded.  “I  want  your  cum  all  over  your
chest  in  pretty  pearly  ropes.”  The
moment  he  finished  the  command,  he
paused.  He  barely  recognized  his  own
voice. Power and desire filled his mind.

And love. Being with Will again

reminded him of all the good times
they’d shared. Will did understand him

and  gave  him  the  emotional  support  he
craved. Adam thrust into Will again; this
time  with  more  vigor.  Damn.  Realizing
he’d  fallen  in  love  worked  as  the  best
aphrodisiac.  Or  was  it  Will  watching
him with lust-filled eyes? Maybe both.

Adam groaned and pushed harder.

The force of his passionate moves on
Will made the window blinds rattle in
cadence. His balls ached, and he twisted
his hips to touch everywhere in Will.

“Fuck,” Will moaned. “So close.”

The  veins  in  his  neck  puffed,  and  his
skin  flushed  when  he  tipped  back  his
head.  He  writhed  under  Adam,  and  his
legs trembled.

From his head to his toes, Adam

tingled. He needed to come, too. He
braced his thighs on the edge of the bed
and leaned over Will. “Now. With me.”

Will cried out, and twin ribbons of

cum streaked across his belly in a bright
contrast to his reddened skin.

The restraints around Adam’s heart

shattered,  and  the  desire  in  his  veins
exploded.  For  a  few  moments,  Adam’s
vision  blurred.  He  grasped  the  sheets
and  rested  his  forehead  on  Will’s,
smearing  hot  seed  between  them.  His
cum filled the condom to capacity.

Adam kissed Will, needing to taste the

man  who  made  him  come  apart  with
such  force.  Yeah,  he  loved  Will—with
all  his  heart.  After  what  seemed  like

forever, Adam pulled out then collapsed
next to Will. “Wow. That’s intense.” He
tossed the rubber in the garbage bin then
pulled the blankets over their nude
bodies. “Like, crazy intense.”

“Uh-huh.” Will snuggled close to

Adam. “I assume you liked it?”

“Yes. I see why you take control. It’s

a power trip and an adrenaline rush. It’s
kind  of  like  when  I  bark  orders  for  you
when  you  race,  but  not.”  Adam  ruffled
his  fingers  through  Will’s  hair.  “But  as
much as I liked it, I don’t want to do that
all the time. You’re right.”

“You want vanilla sex?” Will kissed

Adam’s chest. “You love being dirty so
much more.”

“Hell. No vanilla. Geez.” Adam

interlaced their fingers. “When I used the
toys on you, I wished it was me in your
place. I got a little jealous.”

“Oh?” Will rose up on his elbow and

looked Adam in the eye.

“Yeah. I missed that full feeling. I like

being  at  your  mercy,  even  if  you’re  one
of  the  kindest  men  I  know.”  Adam
rubbed  his  thumb  along  Will’s  bottom
lip. “I like to feel the sting of the flogger
on me. All the stress and crap in my life
fades  away,  and  I  feel  better.  Whole,  I
guess. Strange, huh?”

“Not strange at all. Did the role

reversal make me less of a man to you?”

Adam sagged into the mattress and

processed

Will’s

question.

Being

submissive  didn’t  make  either  of  them
less of a man. Hell, the strength and trust
Will offered cut right through to Adam’s
soul.  The words, I love you, teetered on
Adam’s  tongue,  but  damn  it  if  he
couldn’t verbalize them.

“You were sexy and masculine, and I

totally wanted to fuck you.” Adam
chuckled. “Still do.”

Will crawled on top of Adam,

crushing  his  cock  against  Adam’s.
“That’s  how  I  feel  about  you.  I  see  the
toys and the clips on you, and it’s hard to
hold  back.  I  want  to  fast  forward  to  the
sex  part,  but  I  know  you  need  the

domination. You embrace the freedom in
those bonds. That’s sexy as hell to me. I
can’t get enough of you.”

“Never

thought

about

that

way.”Adam wrapped his arms around
his lover. “You can’t get enough of me?”

“Makes me love you more each time

we play.” Will kissed him hard on the
lips. “I don’t get just anyone’s name
tattooed onto my body. You’re it for me.
No one else.”

Adam held Will tight. He wanted to

say  the  words,  wanted  to  admit  how
much  he  loved  Will,  but  nothing
happened.  One  look  into  Will’s  eyes
calmed  his  nerves.  He’d  express  his
feelings  when  the  time  was  right.  Until

Chapter Seven

Adam crossed his legs then shifted in

his  seat.  No  matter  how  he  perched  on
the  chair,  he  couldn’t  get  comfortable.
The  last  pit  stop  sucked  ass.  Getting  a
lap  back  on  track  at  Texas  wasn’t  hard,
especially with a driver like Will behind
the wheel, but damn.  They’d completely
fucked him over with the loose lug nuts.

Adam groaned. In the space of two

weeks’ time, he’d managed to fall head
over heels for the one man he’d sworn

he’d never love again. Watching Will
speed around the track was the best and
worst kind of torture. Still, they were
both doing what they loved together.

Collin sat next to Adam and talked to

Will over the radio. “You’re doing fine.
Keep making up time. You’ve got the
speed; just keep your head.”

Exactly. Adam checked the lap times.

If  Will  kept  up  his  pace,  he’d  not  only
race his way back onto the lead lap, but
he’d  be  able  to  catch  the  tail  end  of  the
leaders.  A  caution  and  they’d  be  set.
Adam  grinned.  Oh,  the  rewards  he’d
planned for his man.  But they had to get
to  the  end  of  the  race  first.  His  hands
shook, and he wiped them on his fire suit

legs.

“He’ll be fine.” Collin squeezed

Adam’s shoulder. “We screwed up, but
shit happens.”

Adam suppressed the groan. Still, the

team shouldn’t have fucked up. He stood
and watched Will come out of turn four.
He’d built up a good head of steam and
sailed around the thirty-four truck. Adam
clapped his hands when Will crossed the
stripe. His man would come through. He
continued to follow Will’s progress
through turns one and two then sat down
to watch the in-car on the second
monitor.

Smoke filled the image on the screen

then Jake, Will’s spotter, spoke over the

radio. “Go low. Go low. Fuck where are
you? I can’t see you in the smoke. Go
low.”

“Shit,” Collin added. “The forty truck

cut down a tire, and the sixty-one
slammed into him. They’re all over the
God damned track. Where’s Will?”

Adam’s heart pounded. “Come out of

the smoke, man.” He clenched his fists.
The jumbotrons showed an accident, but
not where Will had ended up.

Any other time, Will managed to pop

out of the smoke, unscathed on the other
side. This time, Will didn’t appear. Fire
erupted  in  pointed  yellow  tongues
around  one  of  the  vehicles.  The  screen
of  gray  haze  lifted,  and  four  trucks

skidded in the backfield. Adam scanned
the wreckage on his computer monitor.
The familiar gray-and-black eighty-four
truck came into view. Will.

The truck rested on its axles, but the

hood

had

flopped

onto

the

windshield.  The  rear  deck  lid  dangled
off  to  the  side.  Water  dribbled  from  the
undercarriage.  Adam  gripped  the  cord
for  his  radio  tight  in  his  hand.  The
window  netting  remained  in  place.
Unless they managed a miracle, the truck
wouldn’t  be  fit  to  continue  racing.
Moreover,  what  the  hell  was  Will’s
condition?

“Fucking in-car cameras. They’ve got

him on the God damned television.”

Collin jumped out of his seat then
jumped off the war wagon.

Adam glanced at the image on

Collin’s  computer  screen.  The  media
had  the  feed  from  Will’s  truck.  Instead
of  being  upright  in  his  seat,  Will
slumped  forward.  He  didn’t  move.  Bile
burned in Adam’s throat.

“Come on, Will,” he whispered then

caught  himself.  What  the  hell  was  he
doing  whispering?  “Will,”  he  shouted
into  the  radio.  “Come  on,  Will.  You
okay? Will.”

A safety worker appeared at the

window, and the feed switched off,
giving them privacy. Adam continued to
talk to Will. “Will, we’ll get you back

out there. Talk to me.”

“I’m okay,” Will managed.

Adam knew better. Will could handle

a lot, but not a hard crash like that. Who
the hell had lost control on the track and
caused  the  damn  accident?  He  watched
Will,  with  the  assistance  of  the  safety
crew,  climb  into  the  ambulance.  He’d
get  checked  out.  Adam  moved  the  mic
from  his  mouth  and  vaulted  himself  off
the  pit  box.  Time  to  assess  the  damage
until he could be with Will.

“Hey, we’ve got stuff under control

here.”  Collin  yanked  Adam’s  arm,
urging  him  to  the  side  of  the  walkway.
“Go  check  on  Will.  He  needs  you  more
than we do.”

Adam stared at Collin. “How did you

know?”

Collin grinned. “Don’t worry about

the how, just the him. Go.”

Adam nodded once then sprinted

down the asphalt. He’d dicked around
too long in telling Will how he felt. Now
if he didn’t hurry, he might not have the
chance.

I’m coming, Will. Promise.

* * * *

Will curled on his side on the gurney.

Light  hurt.  Loud  noises  hurt.  Hell,  his
entire  body  hurt.  He’d  answered  the
battery  of  tests.  He  knew  his  name,

where  he  was  and  who  the  president
was,  so  no  loss  of  memory,  thankfully
and  no  need  to  go  to  the  ER.  Still,  he’d
be  out  of  the  truck  for  two  weeks.  At
least.  Fuck.  Collin  expected  him  to  run
and  run  well  for  the  rest  of  the  season.
His  stomach  lurched.  Shit.  Bits  and
pieces of the crash came to mind. Adam
feared a crash would end not only Will’s
racing  career,  but  his  life.  Talk  about
coming  close  to  ending  both.  What
would Adam say?  Will groaned.  Would
Adam even show up?

Voices came from the other side of the

curtain. “It’s fine. He’s with me.”

He knew that voice. Adam. He’s with

me. Nice. Well, they were together for

the team anyway.

The curtain slid aside, and a shaft of

light filtered around it. Will winced and
covered his eyes.

“Will?” Adam rounded the end of the

gurney. “Will?” He touched Will’s
cheek. “Babe, are you okay?”

Babe? Will sighed. “I’m alive. They

want  to  take  me  to  the  hospital  for
observation.  I’ll  be  out  of  the  game  for
two  weeks,  and  I’m  liable  to  get  fired.
So,  yeah.  I’m  fucking  fantastic.”  He
coughed. Damn it. Too much exertion.

“You don’t know how glad I am to

know all that.” Adam sat on the closest
chair. “You had me worried.”

If Will didn’t know Adam better, he’d

have sworn he noticed tears glinting in
Adam’s eyes.

“Will, you had that race in the bag.”

Adam  leaned  over  and  continued  to
stroke  Will’s  cheek.  This  time,  tears
slipped  down  Adam’s  sunburned  skin.
His  dark  eyes  shimmered.  “You’ve  got
more  than  that  in  the  bag.”  His  hand
trembled.  “I  love  you,  and  I  don’t  want
to lose you.”

Will blinked and focused on Adam.

He had to be hearing things. Adam loved
him? “I’ve got to be dying.” Will
reached for Adam. “Please tell me I’m
not dying.”

“Nope.” Adam rested his forehead on

Will’s  then  kissed  him  on  the  lips.
“You’re  not  dying  or  fired  or  anything.
Collin  wants  you  to  sit  out,  yeah,  but
he’s  more  worried  about  you  getting
back in the game in one piece.  If getting
better  takes  longer  than  a  couple  weeks
then  it  does.  You  whacked  your  head
hard  on  the  headrest.  It  will  take  some
time  to  get  the  brain  back  in  order.  But
your  job  is  safe.  Collin’s  got  someone
lined up to help out in Kentucky, and no,
you’re  not  losing  your  ride.  He’s
keeping  our  team  together.  We’re
coming  back  stronger  than  ever  for
Iowa.”

“And you?” Will swiped his thumb

over Adam’s cheek. “What changed your
mind?”

“The accident. I realized losing you to

an  accident  isn’t  my  biggest  fear.  I  was
really  scared  of  losing  you  to  someone
else  because  I  was  scared.  I’m  not
scared any longer. I’m getting a tattoo to
match  yours—kind  of.”  Adam  kissed
Will again, this time softer and with the
swipe  of  his  tongue  across  Will’s  lips.
“Then I’m going to marry you.”

“No shit?” Will struggled to smile.

His heart leapt, and his spirits rose.
He’d keep his job and his man. Talk
about the epic win for all times.

“No shit.” Adam threaded his fingers

with Will’s. “Let’s get you to the
hospital so you can rest and get the
observations done. I insist on being your

personal nurse. Through the hot laps, the
cool-down laps and all the yellows in
between, I love you.”

“I love you, too, Adam. Always.”

Will struggled to swing his legs off the
gurney and sit up then sagged into
Adam’s arms. “Wow. Don’t get knocked
in the head. It hurts.”

“I’ll get you through this crisis, and

yes, a concussion hurts.” Adam gathered
Will into his embrace. “I wouldn’t want
to be anywhere else.”

“I love when you’re mushy.” Will

rested his head on Adam’s shoulder then
stood. “Let’s get out of here and start our
future together.”

“You got it—once the doc gives you

the okay.” Adam eased Will back onto
the gurney. “Then you’re all mine.”

“Perfect.”

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