Race With a Heart
Chapter 224: His Lips are Mine!

Chapter 224: His Lips are Mine!

Sometimes we see scenes in our lives that are so shocking that we can’t move, we can’t get our voice out, all we can do is look like Lot’s wife turned to a pillar of salt watching the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. That’s exactly how Martin felt at that moment. He looked and did not understand. What had actually happened?

A dark-skinned woman with caramel-colored hair embraced Steve and her lips passionately pressed against his mouth....

Something was wrong in this picture. Something was clearly wrong. After all, those lips now belonged to Martin, and only he had the right to kiss Steve. Only he, no one else!

Martin clenched his fists. Oh no, this woman will not touch Steve! He took in air and was already opening his mouth to yell at her....

"Are you crazy?" growled Steve suddenly. He unceremoniously pushed the woman away and wiped his mouth with the top of his hand. "Behave like a human!"

"Honey, don’t be like that," she asked sweetly stroking his naked torso. "I missed you."

"Don’t touch me," Steve pushed her hand away and sent her an unpleasant, biting look. "We’re not close enough."

The woman must have remembered Martin’s presence, because she looked at him with a look that sent shivers through the young man.

"Would you give us a moment, Martin," she instructed in an unobjectionable voice.

"I don’t think so," he growled in response. His hands still clenched into fists. "You’re the one who should leave this place. This is a staff-only, men-only area, and you come in here as if you were in your own place. What if I had been the one to enter the ladies’ room?"

She looked at him hostilely for a moment, then sighed and a quite charming smile adorned her lips.

"You’re right. I wouldn’t be happy. You definitely want to take a shower. You too, Steve," she turned to Paxton and touched his torso again, but this time gently and briefly enough that he didn’t manage to push her away. "I like you sweaty, but there is a right time for everything. I’ll be waiting for you in your boss’s office, what’s his name, Walton, right?"

"Karl? Karl Walton?" Steve pulled down his eyebrows.

"Yes, honey, join us as soon as you can. Bye-bye!"

The woman sent Paxton a charming smile and left. Martin closed the door behind her.

"Your... ex?" he asked Steve walking over to his locker.

"One of my adventures," explained Paxton standing in front of his locker and not looking at Martin. "Damn!"

Martin pretended not to look at him, but couldn’t help but give him a surreptitious glance. Steve was blushing and anxious.

"She’s pretty," Martin remarked in an indifferent tone. "And I think she likes you..."

Steve turned his face toward Martin. It was reddened and his eyes were burning.

"I won’t pretend I don’t have a past," Steve’s voice was serious but soft. "You yourself know what kind of life I led. But this is the past. The past," he repeated with emphasis. "My present and my future are you."

Martin could not take his eyes off the two starry galaxies that were Steve’s eyes. He felt himself plunging into their depths absorbed by their beauty and sincerity.

"The future..." whispered Martin so quietly that he almost didn’t make a sound. The two galaxies were so close, however, that Paxton heard him and his eyes lit up even more strongly.

"The one closest and the one farthest away and everything in between. Martin, I..."

Martin stopped breathing. Steve’s face was so close that he could no longer see it clearly. He closed his eyes waiting for the kiss....

Steve’s lips were hot and dry. When they touched him, Martin felt a shiver run through him. He took a deep breath and spread his lips inviting Steve’s tongue inside. It slid into his mouth like a hungry snake eager to reach his tonsils.

Martin wanted to scream as he screamed during sex, but his mouth was completely gagged. He could only moan as he felt the kiss itself bend his knees beneath him.

Maybe not the kiss itself? Maybe it was the beautiful words that Martin is Steve’s future.

God! Why was Steve’s kiss so good? Feeling the softness enveloping his body, Martin threw his arms around his man’s neck clinging to him so tightly that he could feel his hardness. Hm, to be quite truthful, Martin wasn’t soft everywhere either.

How much time had they wasted of the minutes Don had given them? Is it enough to...

Steve embraced him tightly and lifted him up. Martin’s heart pounded with excitement. They will do it in the shower! Yes, surely there will be enough time at least for them to....

Behind the door someone grunted and Martin felt a sudden unwanted freedom. Damn, someone had just entered the locker room!

"I thought I gave you guys enough time" grimly remarked Alston walking over to his locker.

"We’ll finish up at home," whispered Steve in Martin’s ear and headed for the shower. Martin started to take off his suit. He did not answer Don. His silence was exploited by Alston.

"If it had been someone else, anyone else, you would have been caught," he noted. "You might not care about yourself, but you could have Paxton’s career in mind."

Martin didn’t even look at him. Not because he was angry with Don. He was just so red and so excited that he didn’t want to show his face to anyone. He only dreamed of finding himself in the shower. Alston’s words, however, caught his attention.

"What do you mean by that? After all, I’m supporting Steve."

"Yes, I know," muttered Don. "Even I have to admit it, but Paxton is a public figure, earning money from his image."

"And what does that have to do with anything?"

Alston sighed.

"Do I really have to explain such basic things to you? Paxton is an athlete, but he is also an idol and the object of the sighs of hundreds of thousands of teenage girls. Most of these young girls secretly dream of dating Paxton or even more. They know it will never happen, nevertheless they dream of it. If it came out that Paxton has a steady girlfriend, some of the female fans supporting him would go away crying, but most would think that after all, they could break up with each other and Paxton would be free again. But if it comes out that Paxton has a boyfriend, how many do you think will stay with him?"

"There’s nothing wrong with our love," Martin was offended.

"Tell that to the girls whose fantasies you trample on."

"You’re wrong! People are not as you say! Steve is a great driver and no one will abandon him for dating me."

"What kind of world do you live in? In some kind of utopia? Do you really think all those girls voting for the most handsome guy of the year are interested in car racing? They are interested in HIM. It’s because of him that they buy their boyfriends expensive watches or drink only one brand of coffee."

"If it were as you say, Steve would have lost his popularity the very first time he had an affair," Martin noted with conviction, although in fact he was beginning to suspect that Don was right.

"Steve had a bad boy image. Such a bad boy might have a lush erotic life, but every girl even dreamed that she would be the last one, the one to settle him down. The one who will do exactly what you did. If it comes out that you and he are in a relationship it will be game over."

"If that’s the case, why didn’t you use it against Steve then?"

"Because I didn’t want to hurt you, you idiot."

"You didn’t mean to hurt..."

Don did not look at Martin busy taking off his tracksuit. Martin, however, felt something strange in his gut. Did Don... really like Martin that way then?

"You’re awfully slow," stated Alston taking his towel and walking toward the shower. "I can’t believe you go faster than me on the truck. But that’s part of your charm, moron!"

There was no sign of Don anymore. Martin was left alone with the strange conviction that this day would bring him even more shocking experiences.