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A corner of his mouth lifts. “Not what I asked, fool.”

Swallowing hard, I exhale slowly through my nostrils as everyone waits for an answer. “I don’t know, I just…” No, no lies. No deflecting. Only the truth this time. “Yeah. Yeah, I want in.”

“It’s hard work sometimes,” he tells me. “Like, it’s not all goofy stunts and shit. We have to plan things right so we don’t hurt anyone.”

“Or yourselves,” Huck mutters under his breath.

I nod once. “Yeah. I remember from last year. I’d take it seriously.”

And I would—I will. If last year taught me anything, it’s this right here. No more pain, no more violence. Not where these people are concerned.

Christian keeps his gaze on mine, stepping into my space before bringing our bodies close…

And then the fucker knights me on each shoulder.

“Welcome to TOT,” he grins, eyes sparkling with humor.

The tightness in my chest loosens slightly. Not all the way, but enough to breathe.

Taylor whoops immediately. “Yes. Triplets of Terror. Time for a rebrand!”

“Fuck, I’ll have to rework all my designs,” Huck groans.

“Imagine all the cool shit we can make with this, baby. Cerberus, from Greek mythology. Hydra!”

“That three-headed alien thing from Godzilla,” Xed offers.

Everyone breaks off into conversation, but Christian loops his arms around my neck, still watching me. When I smile at him, he gives me one back.

“Ready to get serious, pastelito?” he whispers, mouth close to mine.

This time, I know he’s talking about more than just the bikes.

Deciding to say fuck it, I close the distance between us and softly press my lips to his in front of the sky and all our friends. “Yeah, hot shot. I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Devon

My alarm goes off at six a.m. on Monday morning.

Both Christian and I groan as I roll over to dig my phone out of my jeans, silencing the obnoxious noise.

“Too early,” he grunts, not even moving when I reclaim my spot behind him.

“Tell that to the state of Utah.”

After getting back to the city late last night, we’d fooled around before falling asleep and hadn’t even put our clothes back on. The hard ridge of my cock slots perfectly between his ass cheeks, and I can’t help but let out a groggy moan, rocking into the sensation.

Fuck, my dick went from zero to a hundred real quick with this guy. Especially after the fact that he claimed me over the weekend and welcomed me to his team.

Before, it took some time—and drugs—to get me in the mood. Now all Christian has to do is breathe in my direction, and I need to come instantly. Couldn’t keep my hands off him during the drive home yesterday, and thankfully, Salem drove with Tay and Huck. We had ten hours of edging each other followed by the hottest, messiest frot of my life when we’d finally crashed into bed.

“Too tired,” Christian grunts again, but he pushes back against me in a way that has me panting into his ear.

“Keep doing that, hot shot, and I’ll come all over your ass again.”

“Mmm.” His sleepy hum doesn’t sound like he’s exactly opposed to the idea, but I sit up anyway and glare at my phone when the alarm goes off again.