Racing Hearts (Pine Valley College #1)

by K.A. Knight

I might be fast and trained, but Alek? Shit, I’ve never seen anyone move like him. He was pure fury, and Lally was right. I do like red flags.

Hell, I don’t usually let anyone in my car.

“Hey, kid.” He turns to look at me, still in shock. “It’s not worth winning if your life is on the line. Remember that. There’s always another race; there isn’t another life. Drive smarter, not harder.”

“If you die, then who am I going to torture?” he mutters, and when I meet his gaze, there’s a small smile on his lips. “Besides, only I get to end you, rich boy, not some illness.”

I swallow my smirk as I turn to face him. Oh yes, Alek Anders will be mine. He just doesn’t know it yet.

Have you ever met anyone you just know will break your heart, yet you can’t seem to stop yourself from giving it to them, even knowing the outcome?

“You’re mine, pretty boy,” I tell him, kissing him again until he whimpers.

I mean, “you’ll see” is definitely what a weirdo serial killer says right before they throw you in their dungeon with lotion to make a skin coat out of you. I do have very nice skin, but still, I would be a very bad prisoner. I’m too needy, but I bet I could get some good naps in. Plus, I do like red flags, and a guy going to that much effort to get your attention?

“I don’t sulk,” I protest, and her eyebrow arches. “I . . . brood. It’s different.” “How?” She tilts her head. “It’s . . . manly.” “Well, you and your manly sulking—I’m sorry, I mean brooding, need to fuck off and fix this or I’m going to kill you.” She pats my chest. “Good talk, by the way. He’s at work right now.” She starts to walk away.

Our eyes meet, and I know I’d let this beautiful man wreck me just to call him mine.

“And why’s that, princess? Why did you bring me here?” Something about calling this big, tattooed bastard a princess and getting away with it is addictive. It’s like a shared secret, and despite his protests, I can tell he secretly likes it.

“Because it’s important and so are you,” he whispers. “Because I want you to know me the way nobody else does. I want you to see that I’m more than just an angry thug.”

“That’s it, pretty boy. I can tell you’re close. It’s in your breathing. You’re doing so well. Keep quiet and make yourself come for me. Imagine it’s my hand touching you, my lips kissing down your abs and bruising those pretty lips. Be a good boy and come for me.” “Alek,” I beg. “I’m here, pretty boy. Come for me,” he demands, his voice hoarse, and I can’t stop myself.

“Is my outfit okay?” he asks, almost bouncing in his seat. “I’ve never been street racing.” I look him over, desire spiraling through me. My boy always looks good, but tonight he looks extra fine.

“Stick with me tonight, okay?” “I’m yours.” He shrugs, and fuck if that doesn’t make me hard. “That’s right, you’re mine, rich boy, so stay in that seat and don’t look at anyone else,” I order before kissing him again. “And watch your man win every fucking race.”

“You look good in my passenger seat.” “And if you win, I’ll look good in your back seat.” “Is that my prize?” I ask, eyebrow arching. “Win and find out,” he retorts, his eyes blazing.

“All talk.” His eyes drop to my body. “I guess I could go find someone else who could act—” He turns and grabs the handle, but before he can leave, I pull his door shut as my lips meet his ear. “You’ll be begging for forgiveness for this shit later, you brat,” I warn, loving it when he shivers against me. “Try to leave again and see what happens.”

My eyes drift to Evan though. I want my winnings. The entire time I talk to Sky, all I can think about is bending Evan over in my back seat and finding out if he feels as good as he tastes.

“Eyes on the road, Anders,” he says when I glance at him. “I’m trusting you not to crash while I play.”

He hums, licking my ear and biting the lobe. “You’re so big, Anders. I can’t wait to feel you stretching my ass.” Holy fuck.

Leaning down, he places a kiss on my cock, and I’m lost. Jerking the wheel to the side, I stop us in the darkness of a dead-end road. My lights are still on, but I don’t care. I rip off my seat belt and reach for him. He gasps as my lips press to his, and then I shove him into the back seat, crawling after him as he chuckles. “I want my winnings, rich boy.”

“Clothes off, pretty boy—everything but my jacket. I want you wearing that while I fuck you.”

I’ll like it however I can get it. Hard, painful, soft—I want it all. You don’t think I want a man like you without wanting the pain that comes with it? Baby, you hit me when you kissed me, and I went home and jacked off. Your actions and words are always laced with venom, and I love it. Sink it into me, fucking fill me with it, and fill my body with agony. I’ll beg you to keep going. Whatever you dish out, Anders, I can take it,”

“Now take your clothes off. I want to see you. I want your muscles on display for me while you fuck me.”

“Uh-uh, on your back, rich boy. I want to see your pretty face when I take what’s mine,” he says, and shit if my heart doesn’t fucking clench at that not so innocent warning.

“You’re never getting away from me now. You’re mine. You’re wearing my fucking mark, and I’m going to stain this ass so no one else can have it,”

“First college party?” “First and last probably,” I admit. “Not your scene, asshole?” He smirks, leaning in to hear me better. “I much prefer the quietness of my garage, especially when you’re bent over my car,” I flirt, and he throws his head back as he laughs. When he looks at me again, his eyes are sparkling.

Turning him to me, I pull up his pants and button them for him before I kiss him. “I was just going to play with you, but made me all needy, rich boy. It’s your fault, so you need to deal with it. I refuse to take your perfect ass here though.” I rub my thumb across his lips as he blinks. “But we have other ways. Put that pretty mouth to good use.” I push him down, gripping his icy hair. “Show your boyfriend how grateful you are for him.”

“Look how hard you are for me,” I murmur, licking his ear as he leans into me. “I love it when you get mouthy. It makes me think of fucking those pouty lips.”

“You want me to fuck you here, pretty boy, where anyone can hear? Want me to be buried in this sweet ass while I touch you? Is that what you imagined that day?” “Alek,” he groans, putting his palms on the stall as he thrusts into my hand. “Please.” “Please what?” I demand, ignoring my own hard cock. “Fuck me,” he says, meeting my eyes over his shoulder. “Please fuck me.”

“Open up wider, baby,” I order. His legs open farther, and I lift him slightly, not bothering with a condom. I want my boy raw. I want to feel every inch of him gripping me, and he says nothing as I press against his ass and work myself in, all while stroking him.

He whimpers, and I kiss his racing pulse. “You did so well, pretty boy.” As he slumps, I reach down and pull up his jeans. “Don’t clean up,” I tell him. “I’ll only behave if we go out there and I know I’m still deep inside you.” Turning him to me, I lick my hand clean of his release as he watches, and then I kiss him. “I’ll behave now.” “And I’m the brat?” he mutters, cheeks blazing, but he’s grinning. “My brat,” I reply as I open the stall.

Seeing Alek Anders on his knees for me is a godly experience. “Is this how you like it, pretty boy?” he murmurs before sucking the head of my dick. The suction is so strong, my back bows as fire races down my spine. “Yours is the first cock I’ve ever sucked, so you might need to teach me.”

How about you cook for me, and I’ll suck your dick?” I almost fall from the couch, turning my head rapidly. “Jesus, Evan!” “What?” he asks, fluttering his lashes innocently. “It’s a good trade, right? I can’t cook, but I can suck cock.”

“Pants off, Anders. It’s time to celebrate.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. “Wow, how can a man resist when you offer like that?” He smirks. “Cock out, Anders. We have to make this quick before they come up here, and you know Sky will—” My sentence ends on a gasp as he kisses me, hard.

Gripping us both, he slides our cocks together as I gasp, my back hitting the wall hard as I jerk into his hand. “I want to play with you all night,” he murmurs, “but if Sky comes up and sees you like this, I might have to kill the only friend I have.” “Later,” I promise. “Now fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You look like a goddamn angel right now on your knees for me. You make me feel like a fucking devil about to defile you.” “Hmm, really?” I ask as I undo his belt and slowly tug his pants down, exposing his tight black boxers and his huge, hard length underneath.

Smirking, I tilt his hips so I hit his prostate with each thrust, making him cry out below me. His dark eyes open in shock, his breath leaving him in a woosh. “Oh fuck, there, right there⁠—” “I’ve got you, princess.” I lick my lips and run my eyes over his tattooed, muscular body. I love how he looks below me and hearing the pleas on his lips.