Black Flag (Racing on the Edge) (11 page)

“Dirtier
than this?”
My fingers swept down his greasy forearms and chest shuddering at the sight.

 “You have no idea
what I’m capable of. I haven’t even
begun
to show you everything I’ve
dreamed of doing in this shop.” He reached for an air socket next to his bare
foot, thrusting harder but keeping the air socket in his hand. Carefully he
drew the cool metal of the socket up my thigh he was holding firmly against his
chest. “You were saying?”

“I surrender.” I
shivered. “Just fuck me already.”

I had no idea what he
planned to do with an air socket and I wasn’t so sure I wanted to find out.

“Omelet
for me?”
He threw the socket down.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“That’s right
...
omelet for me,” he bent forward and kissed
down my calf. “Fuck that’s tight.”

Jameson pulled back and
then pushed forward again, groaning as he did so. “Careful, don’t get tangled
on that hose.”

“Hose
...
” he smirked. “I’ll show you a hose.”

“I’m serious. Your foot
is caught in it. Just here
...
move
...
do
that.”

“No, no
...
don’t
...
that
...
”

We landed together on
the floor. “What happened to you?”

“I slipped on the
hose.” I wiggled my hips reaching for him.

“I’ve got your hose.”

“Yes you do
...
now stop talking and fuck me,” he
growled his feet rested flat on the floor pushing his hips up.

Throwing my head back
and moaning like a whore, I rode my dirty talking heathen.

“Fuck that’s good.”

“You like that don’t
you, honey.” Jameson grinned with a smug wink. His loops of hair were in complete
disarray from the oil and his face smudged with grease.

“Yes
...
so good.” I speed my movements chasing
the release I needed after all that teasing.

“Ah
...
shit
...
honey
I’m
...
slow down.” His tone
guttural as he tried to halt my movements but as soon as those words left his
beautiful lips, I was falling; falling hard as my orgasm ravaged me, my hips
rocking back and forth. His hands dug into my hips, bruising my skin, keeping
me in place now.

He wasn’t done with me
yet.

Flipping me over, he
nudged my knees apart almost carelessly, my back pressed to the hard, cool
concrete floor of the shop. His eyes burned into me as he dragged his
fingertips from my mouth, down the center of my body, between my breasts. His
paced quickened as he raced toward his own release.

Groaning into my ear, I
could feel him shivering and pulsing inside of me, his back arching at the
force as he chanted my name. Our cries of pleasure filled the four thousand
square foot shop.

It took a while to be
able to move again and figure out what body part could move in what direction
without pulling a muscle or dislocating something.

“Why are you crawling?”
I laughed watching him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t think I can
actually stand at this point. I have no bodily fluids left; therefore, I’m too
dehydrated to walk. I crawl instead.”

 “You weren’t
complaining earlier.” I pointed out still watching his crawl.

“Well no, you promised
me an omelet.” He looked back at me. “Don’t forget that part.”

“Yes.
Omelet.
I shall cook now.”

I helped Jameson up and
made it back toward the kitchen.

How many race shops had
kitchens in them? Only Jameson would do something like that but it was handy
for me.

The rest of the
afternoon Jameson worked on his sprint cars. It seemed to provide a good distraction
for him. We both knew what was waiting for him once he returned to the track.

His distractions got
the best of him and we soon found ourselves paying Emma back for the cougar in
the hospital. Like I said, Jameson with free time wasn’t looking good for Emma.

We had a plan, only our
plan went haywire somewhere along the way.

“Don’t touch that.”
Slapping my hand away from the electronic tarantula, he glared. “Leave it
alone.”

“Why
not?”
I placed it back on the ground pushing back away from him, resting my head
against Emma’s wooden bed frame.

There we were, dressed
in our black hoodies again, pranking Emma.

“It’s perfect the way
it is.” He told me. “Don’t touch it.”

“Do you really think
this is going to work?”

His eyebrow arched.
“Don’t question my skills, Sway.” His expression was total disgust that I would
even
think
he didn’t have this all covered accordingly.

I shook my head in
disbelief as he began crawling away on his hands and knees. “Why are you
crawling again?”

Jameson looked over his
shoulder. “Ambush 101,” and then the disbelief expression returned. “Have you
no skills in this department?”

“What, did you take a
class?”

He just grunted in
reply.

I got down on my hands and
knees to follow him. Strutting, I purposely tried to mess with his intensity.
He deserved to be put in his place and it worked.

 “All right
...
that’s hardly fair.” He growled scooping
me inside Emma’s closet. “Here’s the plan.”

I giggled, the
frivolous expression was back.

He glared of course
when I let a squeaked giggle escape. “Pay attention
...
I can’t have you messing this up.”

“What the fuck?” I
punched his thigh. “This was
my
idea, asshole.”

His frivolous
expression suddenly turned curious when we heard laughter from downstairs.

“Shit
...
is Aiden with her?”

This was not going to
turn out good, I knew that much.

For one, you could see
in the room, directly to the bed.

Two, they sounded
drunk.

And third, Emma drunk
equals horny Emma. Funny, it seems to run in the family.

I turned my attention
back toward Jameson.

“Don’t move and for
shits sake, don’t say anything.” I warned. “It was your idea to hide in the
damn closet, remember that!”

A few things happened
rather quickly.

Emma came into the room
naked. Aiden followed, also naked. Jameson turned a bright shade of red.

Emma and Aiden started
humping like porn stars and lastly, I giggled.

What was even funnier
was Jameson tackling me to keep cover. How Emma and Aiden didn’t notice me
giggling like a goon or the thuds of Jameson tackling me was unbelievable. The
act itself lasted way longer than Jameson and I wanted.

“My
god!”
Jameson was mortified with the sounds of his baby sister mounting her cowboy.
“Just stop already!” Whining to himself, he covered his ears, humming loudly,
in attempt to drown out the horrific noise coming through the wall.

Again, how could they
not
hear that?

I used my only source
of distraction I knew. I showed Jameson the swollen funbags.

“Aiden, not so hard,”

Jameson eyes shot to
mine. “You have to be fucking kidding me?”

I couldn’t offer him
anything at that point, as nothing would have helped. Even the funbags weren’t
holding his attention. I had nothing left.

Another five
excruciatingly long minutes later, the moaning and grunting reached a climax of
epic proportions. I was actually surprised at how loud they were—as was
Jameson.

His hands were covering
his ears, his head buried in my lap as he hummed loudly.

Another five minutes
later and at last, they were sound asleep. Jameson designated me with making
sure Emma was covered before we snuck out. She was, so we made a mad dash for
the hallway. We couldn’t go far, so we sat on the other side of the door,
Jameson turned the spider on. “That was horrible.”

He was still cranky having
heard that. Setting the mechanical spider on the hardwood floor, he
laid
on his stomach and then cracked the door to see inside
the room. Getting the spider in the room was one thing; getting it on the bed
was a whole other feat.

Once again, I had to go
back in there. Crawling on my hands and knees, attempting to ease Jameson’s
mood, I tossed the remote control spider on the bed.

“Did you turn it on?”
he asked when I returned, panting. I was evidently extremely out of shape.

“Yes I turned it on.”
Jameson lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his forehead. “Stop that. You’re
distracting me.”

“I do not fucking care
at this point,” was his annoyed response.

You’d think
he
was the hormonal pregnant bitch these days.

It took some time for
them to notice the spider. After all, they were asleep. Once they did
...
it was a
clusterfuck
.

Emma leapt off the bed
screaming from the room ranting about the biggest mother-loving spider she’d
ever seen. Aiden, not so manly, screamed like a four-year old little girl and
all but climbed the wall to get away from it.

Jameson and I laughed
so hard we couldn’t breathe, let alone stand on our own two feet.

We ruined the whole
damn thing but hearing Aiden scream like that was totally worth it.

Jameson pointed at
Aiden. “You
...
scream
...
fuck
...
”
he couldn’t finish and crumbled to the ground laughing again. I joined him.

Emma was pissed when
she realized the spider was actually
fake
.

“Jameson!” she screamed
kicking him. “You better run
fuckface
because when I
catch you, I will chop off your dick!”

Jimi and Nancy heard
the commotion going down on the second floor of their home and came up to see.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Nancy
said holding back her enraged daughter. “No one is cutting off any dicks
tonight.”

Jameson laughed again
as a glaring Jimi kicked his leg.

“I don’t want to clean
up the blood. I’m tired and I’m pretty sure that would bleed a great deal.”
Nancy finished, her rusty curls fell over her shoulder when she had to shag a
lunging Emma.

“He put a spider in my
bed!” Emma complained.

Nancy, eyeing Jameson,
seemed to consider her complaint for a brief moment. “How did he put a spider
in your bed?”

“I don’t know
...
it’s
right there.” She
pointed to the crushed spider.

“That’s not a spider,
that’s a toy.” Jimi huffed. Considering it was three in the morning, they
clearly were not pleased about being woken by this. “Stop acting like goddamn
children and go to sleep!” he seethed stomping down the stairs.

“We should buy another
home.” Nancy followed.  “They don’t seem to want to leave.”

“Fuck that.” Jimi slung
his arm around his wife. “We’re kicking the assholes out tomorrow.
Too many assholes in one house.
We need less
assholes
.”

And to think I’m about
to have one of these crazies in six months.
Must be out of my
mind.

I turned toward Jameson
who was still laughing lying on the floor. “You do know that your sister
schedules
all your
meet and greets, right?”

“So?”

“Next thing you know
you’re going to be doing them in shopping malls surrounded by teenage girls.”

He cringed. “Fuck
that.”

As he walked past
toward his room, he kicked her door.

The next morning, the
tension between Jameson and Emma was much the same but what was amusing to me
was Jimi, as always. He was good for a laugh or two.

Gathered around the
dining room table eating breakfast, we attempted to act civil.

“Hey, don’t do that.”
Jimi barked giving Jameson a pointed glare.

“Do what?” We all
looked over at Jimi.

“Touch her.”

“Why?” Jameson scoffed
pushing his scrambled eggs around his plate and keeping his arm around my
shoulder. “She’s my girlfriend. My hands have been places you probably don’t
want to know.”