I watch her delicate jaw as she swallows Lev down.
That’s the last straw for me. A wave of pure heat travels down my shaft, and I explode.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Chance grunts. “I can feel Ares coming; I can’t hold back anymore. Come with us, baby.”
I watch over Zara’s shoulder as Chance finds her clit, rubbing a few fast circles around it.
When Zara screams, Lev’s cock pops out of her mouth.
“I love you, Zee.” Lev drops down onto his knees and cups Zara’s face, taking her lips in a slow, sweet kiss.
No one moves for a long moment, as we all try to catch our breath.
“Are you ok, princess?” I ask her once I withdraw, helping her climb off Chance’s lap.
“I’m more than ok.” She beams. “That was amazing. Are you ok, Ares?”
I nod. “I’m great. Do you want to take a shower? We’re all sticky and slippery.”
Zara licks her bottom lip, considering my offer. “You’re right, but I’m starving, too.”
Chance scoops her up into his arms, making her erupt in a fit of giggles. “Come on, I’ll take you into the bathroom and we’ll be quick. Lev, you’re the cleanest one here. Can you go make a plate with all Zara’s favorites and warm it up? We’ll be down in five.”
“On it.” Lev says. “It’ll be ready by the time you’re downstairs.
I borrow one of the towels from Zara’s bathroom, wrapping it around my waist, but walk into my room to use my own shower.
Tonight was eye opening. Sure, I can take care of Zara by myself just fine. But I see how much happier we all make her when we all take care of her, in and out of the bedroom.
Without Chance and Lev keeping our girl safe would have been almost impossible as of late.
I feel better at the idea that my brothers will be with us for tomorrow’s race too.
Chapter 27
The Race
ZARA
Star Cove Morelli Racetrack
Inauguration Race
My Ducati Panigale roars to life with its typical throaty sound. I’m grateful for the familiar noise that drowns out the loud sound of my heartbeat in my own ears.
The new racetrack was open to the town’s VIPs for an exclusive cocktail party before the inauguration race.
As expected, there were speeches by the mayor, the sheriff and Enzo Morelli, the owner of the racetrack. My dad was also invited to speak. It doesn’t happen every day to have the most decorated MotoGP champion in the world grace a new circuit with his presence.
I watched everything with laser sharp focus, observing my surroundings in case someone acted suspiciously.
Up to this point, everything went smoothly, and I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.
It’s not surprising, of course. The mysterious dirt bike has always appeared out of nowhere, so I didn’t expect to see anyone in an all black racing gear listening to the inauguration speeches.
That doesn’t mean that my senses aren’t on high alert. While there’s no guarantee that the dirt bike will show up today, I know that it will. I can feel it in my bones.
These kinds of events always have good security, and today is no exception. The challenge, however, was to cover all our bases without being too obvious. We don’t want to give away the fact that we’re waiting for the mystery bike with open arms.
