Page 86 of Jackrabbit

Colt moved his hand to the top of Beau’s shoulder. “That's what I want.”

“And when you're on that track, and I'm watching you take risks I know you shouldn't take?” Beau slid his hands up to the hem of Colt’s boxers. “You think I'm gonna be able to stay objective? Coach you right?”

“Think you can stay objective even if you're not fucking me, Beau?” Colt asked, the cheeky shit, and scooted further up on Beau's legs. “Whether we'rein bed together or not, we're friends. You care about me. That's not a flaw, it's a feature.”

How was he supposed to argue with that? Today, he’d watched Colt pull a move he’dknownhe was capable of, and had been thrown immediately back into the choking, noxious smell of smoke and blood, and all but screamed at Colt to stop. He was not objective.

“There’s gonna have to be rules,” he said eventually, and Colt perked up like a goddamn puppy.

“Rules! I can do rules.” Colt shifted restlessly on his perch, his hand dragging down Beau's chest.

Dimples. Hell. Beau wanted to run his tongue over them. Both sets.

“This doesn't happen at the shop or at the track.” There. Simple, clean rule.

Colt nodded. “Yeah, okay. What else?”

“Racing comes first. Always.”

“I mean, yeah.” Colt rolled his eyes, those hands still questing, like he'd been given an inch and was damn well ready to take a mile. “More?”

“I won't touch you if you're sleepin’ with anyone else,” Beau said, his accent slipping thicker like it always did when he was feeling some type of way. “I'm not enough for you, you get your kicks elsewhere.”

Colt’s hands dragged down to Beau’s stomach and slid back up as Colt bit his bottom lip. “Possessive. That's hot.”

Beau rolled his eyes. Colt had no idea how possessive he was. “That's a rule, Colt. I mean it. Sam can fuck right off to where he came from.”

“Ha, he got to you.” Wiggling happily, Colt palmed both of Beau’s pecs. “Don't worry. Sam was nice, but four hours with him didn't compare to the five minutes in your office the other day. What you did to me today was life-altering. Believe me when I say that with how much I'm gonna be riding you for all you're worth, I won't have the energy for anyone else.”

Beau’s thickening cock twitched, and Colt’s grin turned feral at the edges. Fuck, but he wanted that.

“I have a rule,” Colt said, and he rolled his hips, dragging himself against Beau’s tip, not even hard himself. Just moving, teasing. “You can't be with anyone else, either.”

When Beau raised an eyebrow at him, it was Colt's turn to roll his eyes. “Oh, please. You told me you hadn't woken up with a man in your bed in a decade. Not that you hadn'tbeenwith one. No one fucks like you just did if they've been celibate for ten years.”

“Okay.” Beau shrugged and moved his hands to Colt’s hips, stilling the movements that were driving Beau to distraction. “One more. You listening?”

Colt squirmed, realized it was pointless against Beau’s grasp, and huffed. “Tuned in, sir.”

“You tell me if it stops working for you. If you need more than I can give you.”

That smile slipped just enough for Beau’s heart to ache. Colt studied Beau’s face, his eyes, in that way he had like he was seeing more than Beau was showing.His fingers curled against Beau’s chest. “Alright.”

Beau ran his hands up Colt’s back and told himself that this was enough. That Colt would get Beau out of his system and leave for Liberty, and Beau would go back to his cat and his silence and Sutton's Camaro. But every word tasted bitter as he pulled Colt in for a kiss.

“So,” Colt said as he pressed kisses against the corner of Beau’s mouth. “Round two? I washed up real good. Very nice shower attachment you have there.”

“Christ,” Beau breathed as Colt rutted against him and grinned against his cheek. “You're gonna be the death of me, aren't you?”

Colt laughed. “With any luck.”

Beau shook his head. “Bed, Colt.”

“So, yes to round two then?”

“No.” Beau dug his fingers into Colt's hair and pulled him back by it, and the noise Colt made had him half-regretting this decision. “You go to the guest bed.Sleep. There's another race Saturday, and you're pulling double laps tomorrow night after work.”

Colt leaned in and kissed him, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world instead of four months. His thumb brushed Beau's cheekbone, and when he broke the kiss, Beau's breath hitched.