Leslie McAdam

I am going to get out. I’m going to get him. I can’t let anything happen to him.

I’m going to be sick. All I want is to pull him to safety. Save him.

I’ll run into flames for him. I’ll do anything for him.

As far as the world knows, we hate each other.

But Cristian is also the man who sucked my dick last night.

Rivera is all dark, messy hair and dark brown eyes—they’re almost doe-like, so big and innocent. But there’s no way he’s bloody innocent. It’s an act.

When I win on the track, I’ll blow him again to soothe him.

I wonder if he’s lonely or if he likes it that way. I also wonder why I care.

I haven’t taunted Nord at all. I find myself … disappointed. Empty.

He was letting me see what got him riled up, and that got me hard.

I’m not going to be able to touch him again, so I need to put him out of my mind and beat him on the track.