Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Cam snorted. “What would you even want? You’re a billionaire’s only son. You probably already have everything.”
Scott cocked his head to the side, sighing dramatically. “Presents aren’t about their material worth, buddy. It’s the attention that matters. You could give me an ice cream, and I’d be pretty happy, especially in this heat.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Cam said, getting to his feet and striding toward the closet. He opened it, grabbed a shirt, and threw it at Scott. “Here.”
“You think I can’t buy overpriced merchandise myself?” Scott said with a chuckle.
“This is limited edition for my use only,” Cam said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Scott studied the shirt in his hands more carefully. “Huh. Yeah, it’s less tacky than the stuff your team sells to the fans. And it has your name on it. What do the little stars under your name mean?”
“Two-time world champion,” Cam said, watching in bemusement as Scott took off his weird shirt. “You don’t have to wear it. It’s not exactly your style.”
“I’ll have you know I can pull off anything,” Scott said with a haughty little grin before slipping into Cam’s shirt. It fit him well in the shoulders, but was a little loose across the chest. It wasn’t surprising—he was slightly leaner than Cam was. Though he had bigger tits. And pink, hard nipples. They were visible even through the fabric of the shirt.
“Not bad,” Cam admitted, his gaze lingering on his own name. He wrenched his eyes away and cleared his throat. “Now shoo. I really need to focus before quali.”
“All right, I’m going,” Scott said, stepping forward and kissing him on the cheek. “Good luck, babe.”
“I don’t need luck,” Cam said belatedly.
As the door closed after Scott, Cam sat down on the couch and took a deep breath. But the agitation under his skin refused to go away. Sighing through his gritted teeth, Cam yanked his fly open and pulled out his hard dick.
It wasn’t unusual for him to get aroused before qualifying or a race. Adrenaline and tension could do strange things to a man’s body. Good thing he had time to take care of that before quali.
Closing his eyes, Cam leaned back against the couch and started stroking his cock. His mind went to the usual things he thought about when he jerked off: nice, soft curves. Big tits bouncing at every thrust of Cam’s cock… Pink nipples begging for Cam’s mouth on them… He would suck on them so hard they’d become dark pink and swollen.
Groaning, Cam jerked his cock rougher. Tits, nipples, full lips parted in a moan… light-colored eyes glazed over with pleasure… long legs over Cam’s shoulders… soft hands clinging to his back as Cam fucked into that tight, wet hole, the bed shaking under them—
Orgasm ripped through him so unexpectedly it left Cam blinking, dazed, and unfocused.
Right.
He needed to clean up and get dressed.
Quali would be starting soon.
Chapter 8
“Scott, come on, I wanna dance.”
“I don’t think I could dance without falling right now,” Scott said with a laugh.
Andy pursed his lips, looking rather cross.
Scott felt a pang of guilt, but he really couldn’t be bothered to get up. He felt perfectly good where he was—plastered against Cam’s side, his head on Cam’s shoulder. They both were pretty drunk, but hey, they had a good excuse: Cam had won the race by utterly dominating everyone. It deserved a celebration, right? Scott was a good friend. An amazing friend.
“You were amazing today,” Scott mumbled into Cam’s shoulder, in case he hadn’t told Cam that yet. He couldn’t remember if he had.
“Scott,” Andy tried again, but Scott didn’t look at him. He looked at Cam, their faces inches apart.
Cam gave him a wry smile. “You already told me that,” he said, burying his fingers in Scott’s hair. Mmm, it felt so nice.
“It bears repeating,” Scott said with a grin, rubbing his cheek against Cam’s shoulder. The club was loud, so they had to lean closer in order to be heard if they didn’t want to shout.
Cam’s thumb brushed lazily along the back of Scott’s neck, his fingertips warm and steady. “You’re a touchy-feely drunk,” he murmured, but he didn’t push him away. If anything, he pulled Scott a little closer, their knees knocking together.
Scott huffed a soft laugh. “No more than usual.”
Andy shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Scott,” he said, louder this time. “You said we’d dance.”
Scott dragged his eyes away from Cam with some effort. “In a minute,” he said, waving a hand vaguely in Andy’s direction before letting it fall back to Cam’s thigh for balance. “My legs don’t work.”
Cam snorted. “They work fine. You just don’t want to move. You’re being a lazy baby.”
Scott tilted his head, studying Cam’s face. It really was unfairly handsome. The flashing lights painted Cam’s skin in blues and pinks and purples. “Your mom should be proud,” Scott said. “Has anyone told you that?”