Finding Grip: Track Domination, #4

By Megan Slayer

A crew chief always accepts a challenge, especially if it means finding grip.

 

Corey Blauser loves his life. The truck team he heads, with Ethan driving, is starting to make gains on the track. He's got his house and his car. What more could a man want? Hot sex and hotter hot man to share his bed. Corey always thought of himself as a loner, but the representative from his team's main sponsor is making him rethink everything. 

 

Loren Gray never expected to find anything at the track other than the scent of burnt rubber and the roar of the crowd. He's just there to get his company, Taps Beer, more exposure. But he's finding plenty of exposure where he never expected—with Corey. Can Loren stay objective with Taps and accept what he wants from Corey or will his plans fall apart? It's all about finding grip.

 

This book has been re-edited for this re-issue.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Megan Slayer
• Release date: Jun 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393480044

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

Book preview

Chapter One

I NEED TO FUCK.

Corey Blauser turned in the direction of the voice. The person needed to fuck? He tipped his head, listening for the speaker. He’d come into the race track bathroom stall to think. Crowds freaked him out. The more people and the more cramped the space, the more he needed to get away. He raked his fingers through his hair. The words must’ve been his imagination.

Christ, I need to fuck.

Okay, this time he wasn’t hearing things. Corey peered through the opening in the door. The man, good looking from what Corey could see, grabbed the edges of the sink. He hunched over, giving Corey a nice view of his ass in the tailored, black pants. When the man lifted his head and stared at himself in the mirror, Corey suppressed a gasp. Talk about hot. Brown eyes and a mouth made for kissing. The guy combed his hair back off his forehead, accentuating the roundness of his face. The tiniest bit of scruff dusted his chin.

Announcing he’d been listening, Corey flushed the toilet, even though he hadn’t used it, then stepped out of the stall. Instead of jumping or blushing, the man smiled.

You heard me. He stood tall. I thought I was alone.

It’s fine. Corey washed his hands and glanced over at the other man. He opened his mouth to question the guy when the man nudged Corey toward the bathroom door.

Does this thing lock?

Sure does. Corey grappled with the lock then flicked the knob. Hell yeah. Most of the time when he hooked up with someone, Corey didn’t kiss. Looking at this guy’s mouth, Corey wanted to taste every inch of him. He slid his hands along the man’s upper arms, then dragged him close.

Loren, the man whispered then met Corey for the kiss. The moment Corey parted his lips, Loren pushed the connection farther. He tangled their tongues, and Corey swallowed his moan.

What? Corey asked and panted. He turned around with Loren in his arms and pressed him to the door. The guy wanted to fuck? Fine but they’d play on his terms. I’m Corey.

I want you, Corey. Loren gripped Corey’s dress shirt, yanking the hem from his pants. So much.

No. Corey stilled Loren’s hands. If they were going to play around on company property then they’d follow Corey’s rules. He knelt in front of Loren then rubbed his face in Loren’s crotch. Even through the layers of cotton, he smelled the musky scent of Loren. The tent in his pants beckoned. Corey licked his lips then eased his lover’s zipper down.

Oh Christ. Loren threaded his fingers into Corey’s hair and tugged. Yeah. Suck my cock. His voice dropped to a husky groan. Fuck.

Corey glanced up at Loren then popped the button holding Loren’s trousers closed. Loren ground his hips in Corey’s face. His cock strained against the fabric of his underwear. Without breaking their gaze, Corey eased Loren’s dick free of the constricting fabric. Pre-cum glistened on the crown of Loren’s erection. Corey licked his lips again then swirled his tongue along Loren’s cock. He sucked the bulbous head to the back of his throat and swallowed. The move drew a moan from deep in Loren’s body. His grip on Corey’s hair tightened.

Tingles low in Corey’s belly spread to his groin and settled in his balls. He loved a little pain with his play. The more Loren pulled his hair, the more he spurred Corey on. Corey raked his teeth over Loren’s dick then sucked him again. He buried his nose in the curly hairs at the base of Loren’s erection.

That’s right. Take me in. Loren shifted his hips, pushing his cock in and out of Corey’s mouth. Take all I’m giving you.

Corey eased his hand into Loren’s pants and cupped the man’s balls. Loren’s movements, once fluid, turned jerky. He dug his nails into Corey’s scalp and thrust hard. A string of profanity escaped Loren’s lips.

That’s so fucking hot. Fuck, fuck...oh, shit. Love when you touch my balls. Loren stared down at Corey from under heavy-lidded eyes. You’re good at this. He let go of Corey’s hair and pressed his shoulders to the door. His cock jammed down Corey’s throat.

Christ, I’m close. Loren trembled. His hot breath crept over Corey’s face as he closed his eyes. So...close.

Using one hand to stroke Loren, Corey fondled his partner’s sac. Come on, come for me. Corey hummed and sucked harder on Loren.

Shit. Loren tensed. Cum shot down Corey’s throat, and he lapped at every drop he could. Loren slouched over him, holding himself up by bracing his hands on Corey’s shoulders.

Corey licked Loren’s wilting erection, making sure to clean his lover, then sat back on his heels. A lock of Loren’s hair had slipped over his brow, and he opened his eyes.

Wow. Loren sagged against the door. He let go of Corey. I needed that.

I bet you did. Corey stood and wiped his mouth. Pride welled within him. Never let it be said he’d left a lover wanting. Part of him wanted Loren to return the favor. The rest of him knew better. He’d been away from the party for too damned long. His driver, Ethan, would want to know where Corey had gone.

Corey grinned then unlocked the door. Later.

He tucked his dress shirt back in, strode out of the bathroom and headed back to the sponsor party. Clandestine meetings in the john weren’t really his style, but the moment he’d caught a glance of Loren, he hadn’t been able to help himself.

He made his way into the banquet room. Ethan, driver of the Flash Racing number seventy-two truck, and his lover, Royce, sat at the table, deep in conversation. They probably didn’t even realize Corey had been gone. He plopped into his chair.

Amber bottles of beer waited at every place setting. An ice sculpture of the Taps Beer logo and another of a race truck hulked on one side of the stage.

Lights glittered around the massive room then settled on the podium at the front of the space. Bouquets of flowers in blue, gold and white sprouted from every table and candles floated in little jars around the blossoms. Corey snorted. High class décor for a beer sponsor. The moment he looked around the crowd, he groaned. The sheer number of people in the room