All Chapters of I Hate How Much I Want You: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elias's POVI knew I was going to lose the second the last lap started. My car was fast, but Adrian Vale’s car was faster. I pushed the engine as hard as it could go. The tires screamed. My hands hurt from gripping the wheel. Up ahead I watched his car pull away. The checkered flag waved. He crossed the finish line in first place. I finished in second position. Again. I climbed out of the car and ripped my helmet off. Dark hair stuck to my face. I could already see him. Adrian stood next to his car, golden-blonde hair messy from the helmet, blue eyes bright, smiling like winning was the easiest thing in the world.Tall. Good-looking. Everyone already watching him. He saw me and that smile got wider. “First place again,” he called. “You’re really getting used to second, huh?” “You got lucky,” I said. “I got better.” He walked closer, still smiling that playful way he always did. “You try way too hard, Kane. I just have fun and still finish ahead of you.” I shoved him i

Adrian’s POVI couldn’t stop smiling.Elias Kane looked completely wrecked and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Dark hair messy, cheeks red, lips swollen from our kiss and his own heavy breathing. His jeans were still open, cock soft and shiny from my mouth, a little cum still clinging to the tip. That same foul-mouthed rival who spent every race calling me a privileged asshole now looked like pure sex.I never knew he could look like this.Earlier, when he started jerking off, it took everything in me not to jump him. The way he stroked that pale dick with the pretty pink head. The quiet, broken moans he tried to hold back. I lasted maybe thirty seconds before I crawled between his legs and sucked him. I had been with guys before. Plenty. But none of them made my head spin like this. Maybe it was the drug. Maybe it was just him. All I knew was that my own cock was still rock hard and aching.Sucking him had only made it worse.The second my lips closed around the head of his

Adrian’s POVI woke up hard, aching, and smiling like an idiot.The storage room still lived under my skin. Elias Kane’s mouth under mine. The way he punched me, the blood on my lip, the pure shock on his face when his cock jumped in his jeans. Then the heat of him spilling across my tongue. The tight, perfect grip of his body when I finally pushed inside. The broken sounds he made when I hit that spot. The scratches he left down my back.I had fucked a lot of people. Girls. Guys. Sometimes both in the same night. None of them had ever felt like that.The aphrodisiac was gone by morning. The memory was not.I rolled out of bed, showered, and kept replaying every second. The way his dark hair stuck to his forehead. The pink of his nipples under my tongue. How he clenched around me when he came, dragging me over the edge with him. I had called him slutty in my head while I was inside him and meant it as a compliment. He had looked wrecked and beautiful and mine for those few minutes.I

Elias’s POVI walked away from Adrian with my pulse still slamming against my throat and the heat of his fingers lingering on my wrist like a brand I could not rub off, every word from the alley replaying in my head until his voice felt louder than the campus noise around me. He had looked at me like he already owned the parts of myself I kept locked away, and the worst part was that some traitorous piece of me had wanted to stay even while the rest of me screamed to run. I hated how clearly my body still remembered the storage room, the exact pressure of his hands, and the low sound he made when he pushed inside me.By the time I reached the bus stop my hands were shaking. I shoved them into my jacket pockets and stared at the cracked pavement, trying to force the memory down. It refused. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the dark intensity in Adrian’s gaze when he said he had walked away from some girl because she was not me.The bus ride home felt longer than usual. I kept my head

Adrian’s POV I had Elias’s cock in my mouth and the broken sound he made when I took him deeper was better than any victory I had ever claimed on the track. He was already leaking across my tongue, hips twitching despite the way his fingers stayed locked in my hair like he still wanted to push me away. I hollowed my cheeks and dragged my tongue along the underside, tasting the sharp salt of him while my free hand worked between his legs, two fingers sliding slick and easy into the tight heat that clenched around me the second I pressed inside. “Fuck…Adrian, wait….” Elias’s voice cracked on my name. “We shouldn’t—this is still a mistake….” I pulled off just long enough to speak against the wet head of his cock. “Then stop moaning like that.” “I’m not….”The protest died when I curled my fingers and found the spot that made his knees buckle. A sharp, helpless moan spilled out of him. “Shit… don’t…” “You don’t want me to stop,” I said, wrapping my hand around him and strokin