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  G-Force

  Commitment 2

  Karen Botha

  Contents

  Hello from London

  1. Elliott

  2. Kyle

  3. Elliott

  4. Kyle

  5. Elliott

  6. Kyle

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  8. Kyle

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  10. Kyle

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  12. Kyle

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  62. Elliottt

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  65. Elliott

  66. Kyle

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  THANKYOU

  67. special thanks

  About the Author

  Hello from London

  Hi everyone,

  Welcome!

  You came back, right? You’ve read Buckle Up and here you are? Fab!

  Don’t worry if this is your first foray into the Commitment series, you’ll be fine, you’ll understand what’s going on as all the stories are standalone, but if you read Buckle Up first, you’ll understand the details a little better.

  G-Force had so many horror stories in it, it was an emotional nightmare to write. So many poignant moments all intermingled with how we deal with those within a relationship — or how we’d like to if we lived in the Elliott and Kyle fantasy world.

  Don’t take their lives too seriously, and if some facts don’t tie in with our lives, what does it matter? These guys have their own universe which is way better than the reality we’re all trying to escape.

  Likewise, this is total fiction, do not for whatever reason think that these guys are based on anyone in motor racing. They are not, they are figment of my imagination, created from pure personal pleasure.

  So, all that’s left is for me to wish you happy reading and I’ll see you on the other side.

  Mwah

  Karen x

  Elliott

  It’s safe to say that Kyle loves those chains in the gym more than I do. They’ve become the bane of my existence. Clank, clank, clank in the morning. The pattern is routine now, but it still drives me crazy.

  The gym used to be my sanctuary. Not anymore. Not since Kyle took over.

  Talk about rehabilitation. The man is on a mission, although to prove what I’m not sure.

  It’s been just over six months since we got together and five since Kyle’s accident. And he has not stopped working out. He’s bigger and fitter than he ever was. His target to return to work after the summer break would have been surpassed had it not been for the company being too afraid of being sued at having him return so quickly after such serious injuries. His recovery has been remarkable.

  However, today is the first day of summer break and I imagined us having a well-earned lazy morning in bed. Perhaps some croissants as I finally have a two week slot where I can indulge in whatever food and drink I desire before having to pick the reigns back up in preparation for the next race in September. I’m not ashamed to say I’d even imagined us working off the calories from the croissants with the odd nuzzle here, the flick of a tongue there and for sure, resulting in an intoxicating liquid crescendo.

  But, sadly, it’s not to be. Kyle is up and down in that gym before I’ve had the chance to rub sleep from my eyes, clanking those chains in pursuit of perfection. As if he weren’t perfect enough before.

  I sigh, considering what might have been, his powerful chest crushing down on my first thing in the morning whilst his taut ass, well rounded from all his gymming pumps away.

  “Hmm.”

  But, it’s not to be so I haul my ass out of bed and pull on my running shoes. I’m going for a run in the woods. I’m about to head out of the door and leave the noise behind when I realize what kind of trouble I’ll be in if I don’t invite him along.

  I poke my nose around the door of the sweaty room.

  “Want to go for a run?” My palms turn clammy at the sight of his awesomeness.

  Perspiration drips down his face and plops on the cushioned floor under his head. A sheen covers his back, glistening in the morning sun. The way it highlights the contour of his muscles reminds me what a powerhouse he is. He's been exhaustively trained to perform at his peak physically and mentally, and it shows. He looks up, grunts, finishes his HIIT set, and switches his timer to pause. He stands tall and turns his naked chest toward me, planting a sweaty kiss on my lips.

  “Morning gorgeous. I didn’t wake you did I?”

  My heart flutters. How can I complain when he’s bare chested and wearing the tiniest gym shorts over his tight ass? “It’s OK. I don’t mind. It will all be worth it when I get to enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

  “You do, and I may just reward you with some of those pleasures if you play your cards right, Mr. Judd.”

  “I have to play my cards right now, do I?” I pull him in again so my body is sealed against his heat and place another quick kiss on his wet lips before tasting his saltiness. I back off, but he has other ideas.

  He tugs my top into his chest and I melt against the fever of his body in the cold room. “Of course I’ll come with you. Should we run round the lake?”

  I lightly touch my lips to his and leave them to linger for a second, breathing him in before I reply, “Sure. Why not?”

  He pulls me, hard, pressing the outline of his burgeoning arousal against me, inhaling my hair. “Come on, otherwise we’ll never get you out.” He steps back and pushes me away with a sigh, leaving his hands on my shoulders as he eyes me. My gaze floats down to his crotch and I grin at the emerging peak in his skimpy shorts.

  “Come on lover boy.” I wink and tow him toward the door.

  He doesn’t take much persuasion, immediately jogging along behind, laughing as he pushes me off my stride.

  “Don’t you want your top? It’s still early and cold,” I check.

  “Hey, when you’re around, a man can’t stay cold for long; plus I’ve already done a half hour session. I’m warmed up.” He twitches an eyebrow with a lurid smirk, making a lecherous laugh escape my throat.

  “Come on. Let’s get this done so we can get you in the shower.” I poke him and he laughs back and my soul soars at that sound I adore.

  “Oh, now you’re talking. I’ll race you, the sooner we finish, the sooner I’ll meet you in that shower.” Another raise of his eyebrow, but this tim
e he accompanies it with a wink.

  And that’s it. We’re off and battling for position just like any other race. We jog along the narrow path into the woods at the bottom of my Japanese gardens. My foot skids on a raised root and I slip, losing my footing. Rather than helping me and showing a modicum of concern, Kyle hoots in joyous laughter, using the opportunity to jockey ahead.

  Once we’re at the lake he turns right. “You go left. Let’s see who gets furthest around before we meet,” he shouts over his shoulder.

  “Game on,” I holler back, already turning left and pressing my internal gas pedal to the floor. I know he’s doing the same and it pushes me to run as fast as my lungs allow. I imagine the effects of tonight’s planned indulgence sliding away as I push myself to the brink. My quads burn as I pump their rhythm, cycling them back round faster than they’re prepared for without warming up, relentless in my goal to beat my big guy. I concentrate on allowing my chest the flexibility to suck air in through my nose, imagine it converting into energy, and then pushing the waste out of my mouth. Its distraction is a comfort to my screaming limbs.

  I spy him in the distance, his broad pecs bouncing under the weight of his feet slapping the hard mud. His bulging arms are splayed out in a V designed to deliver maximum speed as he forces them back and forth, demanding his legs keep pace. He’s approaching the bench that marks the half way point.

  The jerk is going to beat me.

  He may be hunkier than ever, but he’s also had the time and dedication to become lithe. His physiotherapist has turned into an obsession and I count the steps he’ll need his longer, toned legs to take before he’s in front of me.

  I will not let him beat me.

  I bite down, tensing my jaw, I just need to find one final burst of power from my reserves. I speed up, forcing my legs to work to a faster rhythm. I may be shorter, but I am quicker. I’m almost there, one final push.

  I sprint toward the half way point. He sees me, does the same, shaking his head as he approaches, pushing beyond the boundaries of his body.

  We collide at the bench, neither of us slowing, wrapping our arms around each other as we meet head on, both winners, or losers, whichever way you want to look at it. We laugh, collapsing onto the other, wheezing.

  “I won,” I manage eventually.

  He pushes me away. “You fucking liar. It was a draw.”

  I smile. It was, but I’m not about to give him that. Instead I lean forward, rest my hands on my thighs and breathe.

  He wraps his arms tight around the crook of my back, and drags me in to lean against his side. I stand, fitting perfectly against his chest, my head bent as my cheek rests on his shoulder. My cock wakes up again and prods his leg as I turn, allowing him to feel his effect on me.

  “Someone is feeling it this morning then?” He kisses the top of my head, the beat of our hearts still not slowing although we’ve now recaptured our breaths.

  I raise my eyes to meet his. “What can I say? You’re so fucking hot, Kyle. I can’t help myself around you.”

  His hands move down to work my length through the fabric of my shorts and the ache which has been pulsing away in the background all morning beats with a raging resurgence, catching my breath.

  “I’ve been thinking about this the whole time I’ve been working out this morning. You’re quite the motivation to getting fit again, you know.”

  “What do you mean?” I want the emotional kick of having him work to exhaustion for my gain.

  “Oh, you know how hard you make me work.” He kisses me again, slow and labored, our tongues enjoying a relaxed wrestle as my hands explore the warm skin of his back. I run my finger down the chiseled indentation of his spine, circling out just above the waistband of his shorts sending him into a quick shiver. His body quivers against me as our mouths continue to explore.

  “I know exactly how hard you work.” I breathe into his mouth as my hand snakes between us, sliding up the gap in his shorts, reaching in and accessing his provocative length.

  Kyle

  “I’ll race you back.” I pull away from Elliott and dash off, laughing, in the direction he just came from before he has a chance to complain. In my haste I hadn’t considered the effect of running with my hard wedge between my legs which is now chafing on the inside of my shorts. Thankfully, it’s too uncomfortable to last long and the pain subsides along with my cock.

  “What the?” He shouts at me, but rather than stand and argue and have more ground to make up, he trots off in the opposite direction, rearranging his pants, all the while hurling abuse at me. The noise fades out, partly because he’s drawing further away, but also, because I’m tuning him out.

  My hip is aching. I don’t say anything, I don’t want anyone to know I’m not yet back to 100% fitness, but my joints aren’t what they were before my accident and all the physical therapy and hard exercise in the world doesn’t seem to be able to get me back to where it was. I am at the stage where I may have to accept that things will never be the same again, but I’ll be damned if I let on to anyone around work. And that includes Elliott, sure he knows it’s damaged, but he doesn’t need to know it’s still not fixed.

  I’ve had too much time off from a new job I was excited to start to be highlighting my defects. The team needs me to be able to work at the highest level in the industry and if it kills me when I go back, I’m going to be in a position to outperform anyone else they pitch me against.

  I’ve been throwing all kinds of tires and chains around getting myself back to fitness and I look better than ever before. No one needs to know what’s going on inside.

  Of course, as we always do, we arrive back at the house at the same time. Elliott chastises me, “Seriously, we’re supposed to be on vacation. This is worse than being at work. You know you’re a slave driver don't you?” He gives me a good shove for effect whilst his face splits into a wide grin.

  “Hey, we’re away from home from tonight, and we have a big party night before we fly; you’ll have every opportunity for downtime then. Right now, mister championship leader, you need to make sure you’re giving yourself the best chances of working off the bad effects of what the next two weeks will bring.”

  “Jeez, you know I did alright before I met you? I can manage my routine.” He harrumphs and I suppress a laugh at the quick onset of his bad mood.

  “Hey, can’t blame a man for living vicariously!”

  He harrumphs again and stomps back into the gym.

  “Hey!” I grab the back of his training top, pulling him against my bare chest which is still heaving from the exertion of the run.

  “What?” He’s scowling.

  “I love you, I’m excited about some quality time off together. The last few months have been crazy and this is our time. But you still want to win the tournament, don’t you?”

  “Of course, but one morning in bed without you getting up at the crack of dawn and hitting the gym with those blasted chains wouldn’t kill you,” he moans.

  “Hey, I have way more energy left yet and you haven’t run me that hot shower yet.” I run my tongue over my teeth, making sure he sees the glint in my eye. It’s enough to stop him. He twists against my body, turning to face me. “Now, where was my hand before you ran off on me?” I grin as his warm fingers creep inside my training shorts, sidling through the netting to cradle my expanding penis. “These are too restrictive.” I loosen the cord at the front and pull them down, kicking my feet out. They land over by the cross trainer.

  “You look way better for just that small adjustment to your outfit,” Elliott whispers hoarsely, already gripping me, twisting my end gently in his fist.

  “We need to go upstairs. We don’t have any protection down here,” I mumble as my eyes roll back in my head. ”I’m ready, Elliott.”

  “Ready?” He’s confused, thinking I’m talking about protection. I guess it didn’t make the most sense with my head all set to explode.

  “Ready to give myself to you, like you hav
e to me.”

  Elliott

  Kyle turns the double shower on to run warm, standing naked in front of the mirror, his tanned skin golden under the overhead lights and that’s enough to improve any sour mood. I kick myself out of my clothes, but I’m not rushing.

  I’ve been waiting so patiently to hear him speak those words. I’ve been away loads while he’s been rehabilitating which hasn’t helped because I’ve been flying in and around. Those are the months that we should have been spending together, growing closer on the road, but with his injury, he’s been stuck here. The only thing he’s been able to commit to has been his physical therapy.

  That’s meant the time we have spent together, even when he was signed off by the doctor, was rushed. Taking our sex life to the next level wasn’t right. It doesn’t mean we didn’t want to, but this is a big deal and I wasn’t about to rush him. I’ve been happy waiting for our relationship to progress at his speed. It’s removed a lot the pressure I could otherwise have placed on myself. But, this moment of ultimate intimacy between us has been a long time coming and when we do it, it will be right.