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Racers and their teams are scattered along the track, but there are also girlfriends, coaches, and trail dogs. Track walks are open to anyone a rider wants to bring along, so it’s packed.
Luc smirks, mischievous and completely unbothered. “Yes, here,” he insists, leaning in and stealing a lightning-fast kiss from my lips.
— Mar 05, 2026 11:21AM
Luc smirks, mischievous and completely unbothered. “Yes, here,” he insists, leaning in and stealing a lightning-fast kiss from my lips.
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average human
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“Nothing.” He crouches and leans down to inspect the berm we’re standing next to.
I squint. “You never look at lines, what the hell are you—” My mouth stops working. “Wait. Are you mad at me?”
“No,” he says flatly.
“So you don’t want the team to happen after all?”
“I never said that,” he mutters, not looking at me.
— Mar 18, 2026 12:27PM
I squint. “You never look at lines, what the hell are you—” My mouth stops working. “Wait. Are you mad at me?”
“No,” he says flatly.
“So you don’t want the team to happen after all?”
“I never said that,” he mutters, not looking at me.
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I blink after him, confused and a little annoyed.
Sir. Why are you leaving me alone with a brooding Frenchman?
He’s our boyfriend. This is a group project.
I turn back to Luc, who is now full-on pouting, stormy expression still locked in place, but with the unmistakable pushed-out lower lip.
“What’s with you?” I ask, folding my arms.
— Mar 18, 2026 12:27PM
Sir. Why are you leaving me alone with a brooding Frenchman?
He’s our boyfriend. This is a group project.
I turn back to Luc, who is now full-on pouting, stormy expression still locked in place, but with the unmistakable pushed-out lower lip.
“What’s with you?” I ask, folding my arms.
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I turn to see that Luc looks like someone just insulted his rat, his baguette, and his mother in one sentence.
Mason clocks the mood shift and clears his throat. “I’m gonna finish the track walk with Greer and the juniors. Might get some local intel. This is his mountain, after all.”
And then he just walks off.
— Mar 18, 2026 11:55AM
Mason clocks the mood shift and clears his throat. “I’m gonna finish the track walk with Greer and the juniors. Might get some local intel. This is his mountain, after all.”
And then he just walks off.
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Alaina
“I’m not gonna do it,” Dane snaps.
I never thought this would be my brother’s line, but here we are.
My unwrapped fingers shake as I wave the duct tape at him with a glare. “Well, I can’t fucking do it myself.”
— Mar 08, 2026 10:06PM
“I’m not gonna do it,” Dane snaps.
I never thought this would be my brother’s line, but here we are.
My unwrapped fingers shake as I wave the duct tape at him with a glare. “Well, I can’t fucking do it myself.”
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Alaina
The door to Luc’s hotel room closes behind us with a final, decisive snap.
Mason leans back against the doorframe, eyes closed, exhaling like the weight of the day’s bullshit finally caught up with him, but he just realized it’s only morning. “I’m so done with this circuit shit.”
— Mar 04, 2026 10:31AM
The door to Luc’s hotel room closes behind us with a final, decisive snap.
Mason leans back against the doorframe, eyes closed, exhaling like the weight of the day’s bullshit finally caught up with him, but he just realized it’s only morning. “I’m so done with this circuit shit.”
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His cock slips from my mouth with a wet sound. “You like that?” I ask, glancing up at him, and the look on his face makes my cock twitch. He’s wrecked, and we’ve barely started. He answers with a broken little mewl that sends heat shooting straight through me.
— Mar 02, 2026 10:20AM
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Luc
Kitchen? Empty. Hallway? No sign.
I even peeked into the laundry room, just in case Payne talked Petite into something weird involving soap and wrenches, but I still can’t find them.
“Where the fuck?”
A soft clink of tools comes from outside.
Bingo.
I head out the front door, and there they are.
— Feb 26, 2026 10:38PM
Kitchen? Empty. Hallway? No sign.
I even peeked into the laundry room, just in case Payne talked Petite into something weird involving soap and wrenches, but I still can’t find them.
“Where the fuck?”
A soft clink of tools comes from outside.
Bingo.
I head out the front door, and there they are.
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Mason Payne is a horrible distraction.
He’s got that whole brooding thing going on, arms crossed, jaw tense, eyes fixed on the space where Dane and Alaina just finished their “so here’s why we lied to everyone” speech.
My brain should be catching up, cataloging all the shit they just dropped on us—revenge arcs, fake identities, sabotaged careers—but instead,
— Feb 24, 2026 01:04PM
He’s got that whole brooding thing going on, arms crossed, jaw tense, eyes fixed on the space where Dane and Alaina just finished their “so here’s why we lied to everyone” speech.
My brain should be catching up, cataloging all the shit they just dropped on us—revenge arcs, fake identities, sabotaged careers—but instead,
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And what did I do when it was my turn to prove it?
I let her walk away thinking she was a mistake—my mistake.
She’s right.
It’s not about what I tell her, it’s about what I do next, and about standing tall, even if it costs me everything. Even if she never forgives me.
— Feb 23, 2026 10:07PM
I let her walk away thinking she was a mistake—my mistake.
She’s right.
It’s not about what I tell her, it’s about what I do next, and about standing tall, even if it costs me everything. Even if she never forgives me.
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“I’m not here to fight,” Dad sighs. “Let’s just round this up. Get your stuff. We’ll catch the jet.”
I blink. “What?”
“I’ll take you back with me,” he says, glancing at my cast like it offends him. “You need a hand specialist. Not a tiny hospital in the middle of nowhere run by mountain people. Even the cast looks wonky.”
— Feb 22, 2026 09:54PM
I blink. “What?”
“I’ll take you back with me,” he says, glancing at my cast like it offends him. “You need a hand specialist. Not a tiny hospital in the middle of nowhere run by mountain people. Even the cast looks wonky.”
“You good, Bambi?” Mason asks as he and Finn overtake us again, pausing their conversation about line choice and braking zones.
I nod just as Dane, Piper, and Otis catch up.
“Fucking concentrate, Al,” Dane says in warning. “This track’s only gonna get harder with your fingers. And seriously?” He cuts a glare at Mason. “Does he call you Bambi because our mom died when you were little?”
I nearly choke.
What the actual hell?
Mason halts a few feet ahead, whipping around with a full-body cringe. “Fuck, no.”
Luc snorts. “It’s the eyes, mon ami. Total Bambi.”
“I thought it was because Bambi’s actually a boy, but everyone thinks he’s a girl at first,” Otis adds.
“Riiight.” Piper grins. “I thought that, too, when I watched it.”
I groan. “Can we all shut up? There are people around.”
Dane narrows his eyes. “Oh, so Delacroix can go all PDA and tongue your throat, but we’re not allowed to talk?”
“There’s no PDA happening,” I hiss.
Otis raises a hand. “Delacroix is literally the embodiment of PDA.”
“True.” Luc shrugs, kissing my cheek before sprinting away to catch up with Mason and Finn. He claps Mason on the ass with a loud smack, which earns him a glare that could burn through carbon. I can’t help the chuckle that slips out of me.
“They’re cute together,” Piper says, sidling up to me.
“They are.” I smile, only to catch, out of the corner of my eye, other riders chuckling and whispering to each other, pointing at Mason, and my good mood turns sour. “I’m really fucking done with everyone thinking Mason did what he didn’t. We need a plan.” I glance pointedly at everyone left. “Group brain time.”
Dane huffs as he glances up the track. “We’ve been thinking about it, too, but the problem is, it’s her word against his. We don’t have proof. Same issue with Raine and your bike.”
Piper frowns, chewing on her lip. “We need to get her to confess.”
“And how exactly do we do that?” Otis makes a face. “As if Isla Raine is gonna wake up one day and say, Oopsie, my bad.”
“I don’t know.” Piper sighs, then levels me with a calculating look. “Didn’t she give you her number?”
“She did,” I mutter, not liking where this is going.
“Do you still have it?”
“No.”
As if I would have saved that on my phone.
Piper frowns. “Okay, what if you, like befriend her? Hang out with her? Go on a date and maybe woo her into telling you the truth.”
I look at her like she’s lost her damn mind. “And then she’ll just blurt out, Hey, I make up sexual assault allegations for fun, wanna be next?” Otis snorts, and I grin at him despite the awful topic. “She only flirted with me last time because I was on top of the league. You know her game.”
Dane’s hand slides around my forearm and squeezes me in warning. I shut my mouth fast, glancing at him.
He nods his head to the left, and Isla and Isaac come strolling by, flanked by their line spotters. Isla and I lock gazes as she passes, but her expression is cold.
Otis elbows me. “Now or never, Romeo.”
Fuck.
Before I can think better of it, I prepare my too-deep voice and step toward her. “Isla, wait.”
Dane and Otis snicker behind me, but I just jog forward, my boots scraping against gravel, heart hammering like I’m about to drop into a finals run.
Apparently, asking out a girl I hate makes me nervous.
“Hey,” I say as I fall into step beside her.
She glances at me but says absolutely nothing.
Oh shit. Abort. Abort.
“I… uh… I lost your number,” I blurt instead of turning right back around, like I should, immediately regretting every life choice that led to this moment.
Isaac snorts from her other side so loudly it echoes off the trees.
“Oh, you did?” Isla’s eyebrow arches. “Did you chop off your hand?”
“What? No, I just…” I blink, scrambling. “I washed them. The number was gone.”
She stops walking, and so does Isaac. He hovers just behind her with his arms crossed, smirk locked in place.
“Right.” Isla surveys me like I’m a particularly unimpressive trail feature.
“I’m sorry,” I add quickly. “Do you… want to hang out sometime?”
“No.”
Ouch.
Her eyes trail down to my bandaged fingers, then back up.
“You had your chance, rookie.”
She flicks her perfect blonde hair over her shoulder and keeps walking.
Isaac lingers just long enough to give me the full effect of his smirk. “Damn, rookie, I would be so embarrassed if I were you right now.” Then he whistles lowly and follows her.
And I’m left standing there. Fist clenched, face burning, and heart pounding like a fucking idiot.
Perfect.