What I told Ares when he was against my racing hasn’t changed. If we don’t catch this person, I’ll live my life looking over my shoulder every single day. And there’s no way I’d be able to have a racing career with this constant threat hanging over my head.
The truth is that I hope that motherfucker shows up, because if he doesn’t, we’ll have accomplished absolutely nothing.
Based on the fact that the dirt bike was there every time after the first time I raced on campus, I’m confident that it’ll be there tomorrow.
That’s why we worked hard to keep our plan on a need to know basis and to make sure that our extra security is as inconspicuous as humanly possible.
We’re trying to fly under the radar, especially with the other competitors. Cal is racing with his old team. Mason Morelli has continued to sponsor him despite the fact that our deal with his uncle killed his own illegal racing enterprise.
If Cal is behind the attacks against me, we don’t want him to be suspicious that we’re watching him.
“Everything will go according to plan.” I whisper to my own reflection in the bathroom mirror.
“Honey, we’re home!”
Chance and Lev are back from practice, and I run downstairs to meet them.
“Zee,” Lev’s green eyes light up when he sees me. “You look… wow. Gorgeous doesn’t sound like enough.”
“Lev is right, baby.” Chance’s dark blue eyes skim all over me, the intensity of his gaze alone causing my pulse to quicken. “You look good enough to eat.”
This is exactly the reaction I was hoping for when I put on this black, tight mini skirt with a gold zipper running down its entire back. I paired it with a silk purple shirt closed in the front by a line of tiny silver buttons. High black heels give my look the finishing touch and make my legs look a mile long.
“You guys look hot too.” I smile, taking in their tall, muscular frames.
“It’s kind of you to say that,” Chance chuckles, looking down the length of his body. “But we’re coming from practice, and we would have changed into something a little better if we had known you were going to dress up.”
Lev agrees, running a hand through his dark hair, still slightly damp from the shower. “Yeah, we would have brought some better clothes with us than our Cove Knights tracksuits.”
I bite on my bottom lip to stifle a smile. “I—and an endless number of women out there—agree to disagree. There’s a reason why gray sweatpants have become an icon. And let me tell you, the two of you wear them really well.”
My gaze pauses where their sweatpants do nothing to hide their attributes. I’ll never get over how gifted my boyfriends are in the dick department.
“Well, fuck,” Chance chuckles. “If this were anyone else, I’d feel a little objectified. But you can objectify me anytime, baby.”
He comes to grab me by the waist, dipping his head to kiss me.
I immediately open to let him slip his tongue into my mouth. My whole body heats under his touch as his hands cup my butt, pressing me against him.
Lev is immediately behind me, moving my long hair to the side and raining open-mouthed kisses down the column of my neck.
It doesn’t take long to ignite the passion between us, and by the time we come up for air, their matching gray sweatpants do nothing to hide that they’re as affected by me as I am by them.
“Not that I’m complaining about how smoking hot you look tonight, Zee,” Lev says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “But to what do we owe this awesome welcome home?”
“Yeah,” Chance agrees. “Not only do you look good enough to eat, but did you cook too? Something smells amazing.”
I take their hands and walk them to the dining room. “No, I wish I had the time to cook. But I ordered us all our favorite Chinese food.”
Chance pops a mini spring roll into his mouth. “God, have I ever told you how much I fucking love you? Coming home after practice to find you looking like that AND Chinese food? You’re the perfect woman.”
“Thanks, babe.” I smile. “Tomorrow is a big day, and since Mom and Scott will be out late at a fundraiser, I thought we could have a nice night in. The four of us.”
“That’s a great idea, thank you.” Lev smiles. “Are you ok about tomorrow?” He asks, always putting my wellbeing first.
I exhale a deep breath. “I’m fine. I’m ready. But I’m also a little nervous.”
“Nervous is good.” Lev squeezes my hand. “I’d be worried if you weren’t nervous at all. That means that you’re taking this seriously and that you won’t do anything risky unless it’s strictly necessary.”
