29. Brayden

"Why are we here?" I ask Jenny, looking at Miles with contempt. I hate this motherfucker.

He wanted so badly to cover up the truth, but it came out anyway. I would have kept my cool on the track and not done anything when Carson hugged me. But when he kissed me, I knew.

It was time. We couldn't hide it anymore, and he didn't want to. I wanted to save his career, but not as much as I wanted him. Miles didn't say anything to us that day or the day after.

Or the five races after that. We were both waiting for it, but I assumed he was just going to let it go, hoping it would fade away if he just ignored it until our contracts were up.

But the media definitely wasn't going to let it fade. It's been a top story since that day, mostly positive. Color me shocked. I never thought I'd see the day where racers could be out and proud, but guys like Sebastian, Axel, Royal, and Maverick have really paved the way.

So far, we haven't had to deal with much hate.

But here we are in a room with Miles, his entourage, and Jenny. So something is for sure up, and I don't like it.

I take Carson's hand in mine and hold it in my lap and just wait. "Someone bought out your contracts," Miles says, his eyes on our hands.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, surprised but trying not to get too excited. This can't be this easy, right? Nothing is this easy.

"I'm talking about the fact that neither of you work for me anymore. You're off my team and on this person's."

"Whose?" I ask, but Miles just stands up, buttoning his suit jacket and directing his team toward the door.

"You're not my problem anymore. That's all I care about."

Then the fucker just leaves, closing the door behind him. "What a prick," Carson grumbles, and I smile.

I look over at Jenny, who nods her head in agreement. "So who bought our contracts?"

She's beaming now as she stands up. "Let me go get them." She leaves the room, and we just wait. I have no idea who it could be, but anyone is better than Miles. When she walks back in with Cash and Leslie Phillips, I swear I can't hide my shock.

"You're a sports agent," I say to Cash, who just grins and shrugs.

"And she's a sports reporter." He points to his wife. "Who better to own a racing team?"

Holy shit. I didn't see that coming. "And you want Carson and me?"

"You kidding?" Cash looks between us. "The Rookie and the Ace? Hell yeah. I can't think of a better start to my team, and when Jenny told me what was up, I was ready to buy you out months ago."

"Why didn't you?" My eyes narrow with suspicion.

"Miles is a motherfucker." He grins. "Didn't want to give you up until you forced his hand." Cash looks over at Carson approvingly. "That took guts, man."

Carson shrugs almost shyly. "Didn't exactly think about it."

Cash wraps his arms around his wife. "Yeah. I get that. It was fucking beautiful though. I even teared up a little."

Leslie rolls her eyes. "He's getting sappy on me."

Cash just laughs and nuzzles into her neck, leaving a kiss before he looks back at us. "So what do you say? I can offer you both a three-year contract where you're free to proudly be whoever the fuck you are. No hiding and also absolutely no requirements to do a goddamn thing except race."

I can't stop the great big grin that forms now. "That sounds fantastic."

"Let's get it done then," Cash says, clapping his hands and bringing out the paperwork.

I pop open the champagne and pour it into two glasses before settling in next to Carson on my couch. We just finished signing the paperwork, and I've never felt lighter in my life.

Like nothing bad can touch me.

"I fucking love you, you know that?" I say to Carson before we clink our glasses together and take a sip.

"I fucking love you right back," he says before taking another drink and then putting his glass down on the table and straddling my thighs.

I grin, putting my glass down too and wrapping my arms around him. "You happy with the way everything went?" I have to ask. I have a pretty good idea, but I need to know for sure. This matters.

"I am. So damn happy," he says, looping his arms around my neck and leaning in to kiss me. We take our time kissing, no rush. We know that whatever our future holds, the other will be in it.

It feels damn good.

We slowly strip before he finds some lube that was stashed somewhere in here, quickly prepping himself and then riding my cock as we kiss and celebrate in our own way. My hands smooth over his back as he rises and falls on my cock, milking me and making me see stars before I come deep inside him. He finds his release at the same time, and we make a sticky mess between us that neither of us mind.

I didn't expect to fall for the rookie, but damn, am I glad I did.