Happy Hour (Racing on the Edge) (35 page)

Jameson inhaled a shaky breath, I stroked him once more, this time squeezing my hand a slightly.

“I
...
uh
...
not very much,” He answered and then swallowed. “I remember the bar
...
dancing with you in the middle of the street
...
” I kissed his neck. “I remember the tattoo place, kind of, Spencer drawing his master piece, and bits and pieces of the closet,”

“Why were we in the closet?” I questioned moving in front of him.

Pushing him against the wall, I dropped to my knees for a change.

Jameson threw his head back, knocking against the tile once again moaning when my lips found his camshaft.

Slowly, I drew him inside my mouth, earning me another moan of pleasure from him.

I was utterly amazed at how one minute we can be having a serious conversation regarding touching on our feelings for one another, and then the next minute, we were having sex.

Jameson’s hands wrapped tightly in my hair while I continued to suck, swirl, bob, and drug my teeth along his length. He didn’t last long that’s for sure. Within a few minutes of my dedicated ministrations, I could feel him try to pull me away.

Instead, I slapped his hands away, drawing him in deeper. Poor fellow, he only lasted another ten seconds before his head slammed back against the shower wall once again, groaned my name.

“Did you take a class on that or something?” he fell beside me.

“Yeah, micro-polishing 101,” I replied splashing some water on my face. “I got an “A” by the way.”

He laughed pulling me into his arms so I was sitting on his lap, straddling him. His expression was yet again, unreadable as he stared deep into my eyes. It was as if he was searching for an answer to question but I hadn’t heard him ask anything.

“What?” I asked softly, embarrassed by the silence and slightly scared of what he’s going to say or thinking for that matter.

“Sway, I
...
” he paused, his brow furrowed as he continued to stare at me with a fraught expression. His hand rose to cradle the apple of my cheek, his fingers brushing over my lips.

 Blinking slowly, the countenance faltered. Instead of finishing what he was going to say, he leaned in pressing his lips to my forehead once.

I sighed contently because this was perfect, bound in the arms of the perfect man. I leaned forward wrapping my arms around his neck pulling my body flush against his. His arms wrapped instinctually around my waist, cradling me to him. This embrace was different from the previous embraces we shared, it seemed
...
affectionate?

Maybe Emma was right. Maybe my plan was working.

If it’s not working, I truly hope there’s a support group for pit lizards who got their heart broken because I’m going to need one after this.

While I was thinking this, Jameson’s lips never left my wet skin, licking, sucking and biting my neck and shoulders. His mouth was soft, his lips were warm and the stubble on his face was coarse but more importantly, hot damn this boy can kiss.

I soon realized while Jameson’s need may have been met just moments ago—my need had not. Pressed against my wet and ready crankcase was a camshaft that was ready for rotation again.

Pulling his mouth from my neck, I brought it my own.

He mouth attacked me with frantic kisses reaching between us lifting me up so he could slide inside, with his signature low growl.

Gasping this ridiculously loud porn star moan when he entered me, his arms curled around my shoulders, pulling me into him with each avid thrust. His arms were thick and tense, the muscles flexing as he pushed and pulled me against him. His chest was a solid wall of muscle, rippling and defining with every movement he made.

Arching my back in response to all this, his mouth found my nipples again as he started with his nipple trick thing he does so damn well, sparking yet another ridiculous whore moan.

The fact of the matter here was I could give a flying fuck about how loud I was—this all felt
so
good. I could also give a flying fuck that Spencer was now beating on the bathroom door for us to hurry up.

Jameson nipped across my chest, his nose swept between the valley of my funbags—the stubble on his cheek scrapping deliciously across my sensitive skin. I couldn’t shut up and I kept moaning, earning a chuckle from him.

I really did sound ridiculous.

“Fuck, you
really
like that, don’t you?” Jameson asked in a low throaty voice.

“You think,” I moaned sarcastically.

He chuckled again. “You’re adorable.” He sucked my lower lip in his mouth sucking gently.

Suddenly everything turned serious, our movements speed and we become strangely determined.

“I just
...
can’t get enough of you.” He panted against my lips desperately searching for more. “You’re all I think about
...
all the time, I can’t stop.”

“I know the feeling.” I panted.

Without the slightest bit warning, my whole body flushed with heat and I burst into flames deep in my belly.

“God that’s so good, Jameson.” I screamed with absolutely no volume control.

He slammed me down on him harder. “Shit,” he grinded out, the word “fuck” fell from his lips, and he buried his face in my neck, thrusting erratically into me until he was shaking.

Running my fingers through his wet hair, we both sucked in a labored breath trying to calm our furiously beating hearts.

After last night and as wonderful as this was, I had a feeling I was going to be incredibly sore real soon.

Before we could really come down from the incredible endorphins settling nicely in our sex crazed tattooed bodies, the water turned freezing cold and Spencer was nearly beating the door down.

“I fucking hate him sometimes.” Jameson grumbled as we dried off.

“I know the feeling, sport.” I agreed slapping his tattooed ass with my towel.

He gave me another grin before dressing in his suit

When we opened the door, three questioning expressions greeted our flushed appearances.

I personally didn’t think we were that loud but their gazes told me otherwise.

Spencer grumbled to himself for a minute and then pushed Jameson out of the way. “I’ve had to piss for like an hour you assholes.” He stomped into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

This left Emma and Aiden still staring at us. Jameson and I both looked at each other and then back to them.

“What?” Jameson asked all defensively.

“Nothing,” they both said at the same time and busied themselves with cleaning up the room.

Jameson looked around the room and laughed. “Don’t worry about cleaning up. I already gave them my credit card downstairs. They said they’d take care of everything.” His eyes flickered to the mammoth dick on the wall. “But, we should
...
uh
...
cover that up
...
somehow.”

Look, there’s a dick on the wall, he he he!

Aiden and Jameson looked around for some more spray paint while Emma and I gathered our bags. Once they found some spray paint, they proceeded to paint over it but not before they took about a hundred pictures of us posing by it.

Spencer joined in and was very sad that we were covering up his artwork. Pouted just like his son for a good twenty minutes.

Before heading back to Mooresville we stopped off for some food at a local diner.

While eating, we started talking about what happened last night and who remembered what. As it turned out, it was hardly anything at all.

Jameson was sitting in front of me beside Spencer in the booth when I started giggling at how much he was eating. In a matter of ten minutes, he ate eight pieces of bacon, two slices of toast, a mountain of hash browns and now he was working on his egg whites.

“What
...
there full of protein and good for you,” He offered up when he noticed my questioning glance.

I personally thought egg white look like snot and refused to eat them but sure enough, I said exactly what I was thinking in that moment.

Smiling, I chewed the last of my toast as Jameson watched me with narrowed eyes. I think he knew I was about to say something stupid, which I did.

“So is jiz but you don’t see me harvesting yours so I can drink it in a cup,” I told him.

Jameson, who was in the midst of taking a drink of orange juice, must have inhaled and then to compensate, sprayed orange juice all over his egg whites
and
me.

“What?” I shrugged. “It is.”

Emma shook her head because really, that statement shouldn’t surprise anyone that knew me.

“That was awesome,” Spencer said through a series of snorts.

At least that’s what I think he said. He did have an entire mouth full of food, so really, he could have said anything.

The rest of breakfast was quiet and surprisingly, I didn’t say anything else to embarrass myself any further.

When we were finally in the car Alley rented us, another mini-van, Jameson finally spoke of his meeting with Simplex and his dad this morning.

“So you’re on probation?” Aiden asked.

“Yeah,” Jameson sighed looking down at his cell phone he was currently answering emails on. “I got fined twenty-five thousand and probation for the rest of the season.”

“That’s bullshit!” Spencer barked from the driver seat. “They know damn well it was
his
fault.”

“Believe me, I know.” Jameson agreed with a roll of his eyes. “But what else am I going to do? Phillip thinks it’s in our best interest not to appeal the decision and just keep our nose clean for the remainder of the season.”

“What did dad and Randy say?” Emma asked making herself a scarf out of a napkin she stole from the restaurant.

Resourceful little thing she was.

“Dad was too pissed to say anything and Randy, well you know Randy he just did a lot of screaming. I’m not really sure what all he said.” Jameson admitted, his eyes remained on his phone but he shrugged once. “My head hurt too badly to argue with them, so I just sat there.”

“So, what are you going to do about Darrin?” Spencer asked pulling into the airport parking lot.

“I’m going find the motherfucker away from the track and finish what he started.” Jameson replied, pointblank.

You couldn’t threaten a guy like Jameson Riley and get away with it. You couldn’t try to control him either without pushback. That’s something Darrin Torres was about to learn the hard way.

You see, the more you pushed him, the more he defied you. Back when he raced USAC, I saw this side of him more time than not and every time, his reactions remained the same.

Defiance.