Start Your Engines: A brother's best friend sports romance
He's hot, a legendary F1 driver, the man who ended my racing career and my brother’s best friend...and now he's my only hope for survival.
Tropes: sports romance, brother's best friend, enemies to lovers, workplace, found family, second chance, reformed bad boy, forced proximity
“One more thing,” Niki says, pointing at me through the screen. “Although I trust you to protect her without her knowing, I know your reputation with women, Dane the Dick. The pact we made as teenagers when we fought over Antoine’s sister still stands. Even though I had a chance with her, I walked away because of you.” That’s not what happened. Antoine’s sister never wanted Niki, and I was crushing on Senna but couldn’t tell him, like I can’t say anything now. “We don’t go after the same women, and you don’t get with my sister, ever.”
I laugh loudly until Niki’s glares force me to stop.
“There’s no danger of that. I can’t stand her, but we’re too old for teenage pacts,” I explain.
“Not when it comes to Senna. This is the only way I can make you behave. Promise me on your life. I can’t watch my sister get hurt like all your women have in the past. Your reputation is deserved.”
I throw my hands in the air and rock back on my chair. “Niki, I’ve always been clear with women that I’m not the settling-down type.”
“I don’t care. Give me the promise we made as teenagers. Promise me you’ll protect her and that you won’t try anything with her.”
The door opens, and Senna stares at me, her eyebrow cocked. “I heard Connor laughing. Are you two done? I’ve got balls to bust, and I’ll be starting with yours, Connor fucking Dane.”
Why does that sound so appealing?
“Promise me, Connor.”
I look between the woman I have messy feelings for and her big brother. Senna hates me, and I can’t let my thoughts about her own me again. This will be fine.
“Sure. Whatever,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “But I’m not going to make this easy for anyone.”
I glance at Senna, who says in a way that has me pressing those nails deeper into my hands as my belly coils, “You want trouble, Dane? Bring it on, because I’m all in.”