Ret (Kaddim Brothers #3) Read Online Jessica E. Subject

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Kaddim Brothers Series by Jessica E. Subject

Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)

Ret Kaddim has the perfect life. He’s a space racer, the leader of the most popular team across the universe. Always planning, practicing, and racing, he has no time for a relationship, but finds plenty of willing partners who agree to his one-night-only rule. Because there is no way he wants to end up in a relationship and stuck with a family like his younger brothers. He’s having too much fun for that.
Ilam Nairan always dreamed of becoming a space racer. And thanks to a chance encounter with a retired racer, he is now living that dream. Far away from the mated and pregnant omega life his parents wanted him to have, he loves everything about his life. It’s perfect.
But one night can change everything. Especially when too much alcohol is involved. Can these two teammates survive the resulting media storm? What will it mean for their careers? The future of the team? And for them?


Chapter One


Roll. Fake left. Dip. Dart.

It was the maneuver I’d discussed with Ilam right before we climbed into our jets for the final race on Tanva. One we hadn’t practiced to avoid the constant surveillance of our team. The rest of ORIXA helped to block with me during the race, keeping the five of us spread out among the top fifteen racers. But I needed Ilam to complete the maneuver, take the lead, and secure our first-place finish.

I rolled right, blocking a member of Team Fury from getting ahead of me. There was no way the rookie leader was going to displace me. Only my own teammates were allowed to do that. I took a quick glance at my radar to see where Ilam was, whether he’d managed to reach his planned position. If not, I had to hope we had enough points with the place standings we held, as the finish line was not far ahead.

At first, I didn’t see him at all. Then, I saw his nose pull ahead from under me. Yes!

I warded off another attempt to take my lead from our competition, allowing Ilam to blast across the finish line in first place. Stars, he really was the best racer in the circuit.

When I initially left my home planet to become a space racer, I never expected an omega to be flying on my team. They usually fawned over space racers rather than wanting to be one. Yet, the first time I’d seen Ilam fly back on Orez, I knew he had talent. And I wanted him on my team before anyone else found him.

Once we landed on the tarmac, we exited our jets then gathered together in a huddle.

“Great flying, G.” With our arms around each other, I called out our celebratory cheer. “Twins, you’re always fast and hard. And, Little Lam, it’s always great to have you by my side.” Though I recited the same words after each race, I meant them every time. I truly raced with the best team in the circuit.

“All the time with our fearless leader,” my teammates chorused. Their response changed every time, so I never knew what I’d hear. Sometimes it was flattering, and other times they liked to incite me, but I knew it was lighthearted fun. Plus, they understood they’d get all the badgering back during the next practice.

After I gave each member a quick, one-armed hug, our manager wrangled us all onto the hovercart that drove us to the media room for photos and questions.

As the team’s leader, I usually received the most questions. But when asked about the secret to our win, I pulled Ilam over to stand beside me. With my hand on his shoulder, I beamed with pride. “This guy right here is our secret. He’s talented and absolutely fearless.”

“But what about the rest of your team?” a reporter asked from the rear.

I chuckled. If I didn’t have my other teammates to my right, I would have believed it one of them who’d asked the question. “They’re great and all fly well together. I wouldn’t want to live, train, or fly with any other group of racers.”

After a few more pictures, the majority of the media left. A handful of our fellow racers came in to congratulate us, but nowhere near as many as before planetary governments sponsored teams. The comradery between racers and teams had changed significantly since then. ORIXA was one of the last few teams managed by a racing firm with corporate sponsors from all over the universe. And the governments were pushing the Universal Space Racer Association to no longer allow such teams. I think they simply wanted their teams to win. Yet, until they trained harder, and spent money on better quality jets, they didn’t stand a chance.

On the way to our accommodations, we stopped at a local eatery and picked up a couple japis to share.