Black Flag (Racing on the Edge) (58 page)

I wasn’t sure exactly
what she was talking about but my need for this was just as strong as her want
if that made any sense at all. So I simply lied back against the pillows and
let her show me what she meant.

The feeling of her
lips, the way she swirled her tongue in a way that left my mind in completely
overwhelmed. Sadly it took all a few minutes and I couldn’t hold on any longer.

I wanted to warn her to
move but when I touched her cheek she smacked my hand away and sucked harder
than before, leaving me begging.

“Don’t stop.
Oh god
Sway
please,
don’t stop
...
ah, fuck
...
” My rough responses tapered off when
speaking became impossible and the only noises coming from me were a string of
loud throaty groans as I spilled inside her mouth.

My entire body throbbed
as I let out another loud groan when I came. I felt lightheaded and my hips
moved
on their own,
my climax lingering, akin to
overlapping orgasms.

When she was finally
crawling up my body to lie next to me, I saw the tears in her eyes.

I panicked. “Fuck
...
did I hurt you?
Oh god
, I knew we
shouldn’t have done this.”

My hands flew to my
hair where I knotted them in the mess.

Sway shook her head
vigorously reaching for my hands, pulling them into hers. “No, no, no, Jameson
...
it’s not that.” She drew in a shaky
breath. “I’m happy. I’m beyond happy actually.” Her head fell against my chest,
her arms circling around me. “I just needed you. I needed to know that I could
still
...
please you.”

It was my turn to draw
in a shaky breath cupping her cheeks.

“What would make you
think you couldn’t?” I asked incredulously.

“I don’t know
...
after everything Darrin did.” Her tiny
shoulders shrugged. “I wanted to know that we still could be together in that
way. That we still could
...
please each other, that
he didn’t take that from us.”

I had no words. I
stared at her watching her tears fall. This woman before me owned my heart, she
owned my soul and she thought she couldn’t please me physically?

My heart was pounding
as I began to speak. “Sway,” I whispered, cupping her cheek with my hand. My
thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Being with you physically, is the most
satisfying experience I’ve ever felt. I can’t even begin to describe the
desires I have for you
...
they border on illegal,
honey.” She laughed, her tears beginning to slow. “I will never feel the way I
feel about you with anyone else. So for you to think you wouldn’t please me
...
well, forgive me for saying this to you
but you are fucking insane.”

Of course, she started
laughing once I said this.

I pulled her against my
chest, my hands traced her shoulders and down her arms.

“You’re everything to
me and you do satisfy me both emotionally and physically, beyond words.”

Her snarky side
returned quirking an eyebrow at me. “You’re just saying that because I gave you
some micro polishing.”

“Well,” I chuckled
moving my lips over her jaw. “There’s that too.”

19.
          
Alternator
– Sway

Alternator – A belt-driven
device mounted on the front of the engine that recharges the battery while the
engine is running.

“I’m sorry.”

“For
what?”

“Being
an asshole.
Focusing on what’s not important. I could go on and on.” He sighed. “I’m gonna
make our dreams come true. I promise.”

“I know you will,” I
touched his shoulder. “
but
can you hand me that ice
cream?”

“Really?”
He gave me the “what
the hell” look he was so good at.

“Yeah
why?”

Jameson chuckled and
leaned back against my headboard. “I don’t know
...
maybe because I’m pouring my heart out to you and you want
ice cream.”

“Ice
cream
first—pour
your heart out second.”

“Got it,” He nodded,
his eyes focused on the container that was now in my hand as he read the label.
“I didn’t realize I stood in line behind Chunky Monkey.”

“Oh you don’t,” I
smiled a beaming smile at him as I took the lid off. “You’re behind Fish Food,
then you, then Chunky Monkey.”

“At least I know my
place.”

“Definitely,” I said
with a mouth full of ice cream. “I wouldn’t want you confused.”

I giggled, ice cream
dribbled down my chin. “Want some?” I pushed the spoon at him.

“Not really, I want
something else.” His eyes twinkled with that shine I hadn’t seen in a long
time.

“Really?”
I teased. “I can’t
think of anything better than ice cream.”

Jameson growled and in
one quick, but gentle placid movement, I was flat on my back with him hovering.
“You can’t think of anything better
...
?”
his hand that was resting against the mattress slowly moved from beside my
head, ghosting over my skin like a feather. Traveling across my arm over my
abdomen and lingered near the crankcase. His long slender fingers traced
circles around my ignition switch.

Christ that’s nice.

My poor crankcase has
been neglected for way too long. The closest she came to any action recently
was the doctor checking my cervix. Not a good time.

I even called said
doctor the other day and asked if I could get some valium prescribed. He kindly
declined and said that I couldn’t take it while being pregnant, which I thought
was complete bullshit. I needed it.

But now, he was here
all sexy and dirty heathen like, with his Grizzly Adams beard that had me
shivering every time he brushed his face near me.

 “What were you
saying again?” he growled into the sensitive skin just below my ear, the scruff
scratching in the most delicious way. “Something about ice cream being the
best?”

“No
...
I said no such thing.” I panted out as
his fingers snaked underneath my panties, teasing the properly lubricated
crankcase.

“No, no, I remember.
You
said
...
I can’t think of
anything better.” He quoted. “Yep, that’s what you said.”

“Did not,”

“Yes you did,” he
yanked his fingers away. “No ice cream for you then.”

What did the fucker do
next? Pulled away completely, took my Fish Food Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, and
began eating it, with that dirty smirk on his adorable Grizzly Adams face.

Before I could get my
ice cream back Emma was knocking on the door obsessively. “Can I at least have
my bag assholes?”

We both start laughing.
She was out in the hallway with nothing but a pair of tiny shorts and a tank
top.

I was well aware of how
cold this house was in the mornings, so I motion for Jameson to hand her the
bag on the floor near the door.

“Hold on,” his eyes lit
up. “I got an idea.” His smirk turned evil.

“What?” I whispered
trying to be sneaky.

I was up for any idea
to pay Emma back after sitting around this house for two weeks waiting for
Jameson to get home.

Do you have any idea
what it’s like spending that much time with Emma? She was another reason why I requested
the valium.

“Where’s that lotion
she’s so obsessed with?” Jameson asked looking through her bag.

“In there somewhere.” I
laughed. “She’s like Buffalo Bill with that shit.”

Never in my life had I
ever seen someone put as much lotion on as Emma does. Seriously, I counted one
day, seventeen obsessive times she smeared lotion all over herself. It was as
though she had some kind of paroxysm with putting lotion on.

And Jameson was the
complete opposite. He hated
anything
on his skin. It’s really entertaining
to take him to the beach.

“What are you doing?” I
asked curiously.

He pulled out a bottle
of sunless self-tanning lotion out of his own bag. Pouring out the contents of
Emma’s lotion, and then transferred the tanning lotion into the bottle.

“Should I be concerned
that you have self tanning lotion in your bag?”

“No, you should be
proud that I bought this thinking of paying my sister back for that road trip.”

“You are a genius!” I
whisper shouted at him. This was the best idea he’s had yet, besides asking me
to marry him, that was a damn good idea if I may say so myself.

Jameson quickly
completed the mission, stealthy mission impossible style and opened the door to
hand Emma her bag. Emma eyed him cautiously.

His shirt was off and
he was only wearing a pair of jeans that are slung low on his waist with the
top button undone, compliments of me.

Emma being Emma—covered
her eyes and screamed like a child that she saw her brother without a shirt.
She then took her bag and ran down the hall, still wailing.

“This is going to be
awesome.” I said as he sprawled out on my bed again, ice cream in hand.

“How long does it take
to show up?”

“I’ve never used it so
I’m not sure
...
but we’re going to find
out though.” I waggled my eyebrows at him.

“This shit is gonna
make me fat.” He tipped the carton in hand to read the nutritional facts or
lack thereof.

“You know, the last
time you filled her lotion with that she smelled like burnt popcorn for a
week.”

Jameson looked up from
his carton confused.
“Last time?”

“Right before you left
for Pocono.”

“Ah yes,” he laughed.
“That was actually Tommy.”

And I wasn’t surprised
at all by that.

A few hours later,
Jameson was helping me shower. Well actually, I should rephrase that. I was
trying to shower with my two-hour maximum amount of time standing during the
day, and Jameson was making sure I didn’t miss any spots. I had so much fucking
soap on me right then I could be a bubble bath model.

“Seriously Jameson,” I
slapped his hand away, the water exaggerated the sound. “Enough with the soap
already,”

“Sorry, I got carried
away.” He mumbled and proceeded to pout.

“Here, look.” I’m very
good at distracting.

“Ah
...
shit, Sway
...
that’s
...
”
he voice faded.

“Amazing?” I finished.

“Yes, yes, amazing.”

Only problem with
checking bearing alignment and reciprocating motions with all the soap, it gets
places you don’t want, like your eyes.

“I can’t see anything,”
Jameson gasped wiping his eyes causing more of the soap to blind him. “Shit.”

“Don’t move
...
you got it in my eye now.” I told him,
squinting.

Whatever happened to
tear free soap?

“Oh sorry
...
shit
...
it burns
...
too
much soap in here.”

“Says the person who
was pouring it on my ass minutes ago,”

“That’s before you distracted
me.” Jameson defended, trying to place the blame on me. “You shouldn’t have
grabbed me like that.”

“Here
...
hand me that hose thing over there.”

My hands were
frantically trying to find the hose until I found it
...
but it’s not the hose I’m looking for.

“Stop that
...
you’ll distract me again.”

“Oh sorry,” I giggled.
“My bad,”

Soon Jameson found the
correct hose thing and sprayed us down, washing away the bubble brigade. Once
the bubbles are all gone we decide this really was a bad idea, got out of the
shower, and finished the round in my bedroom.

I would much rather be
doing some align boring right now, instead of this assessment, but sadly this
was all we were permitted to do. So I continued, as did Jameson.

I was making a lot of
fucking noise, as was Jameson. My neck muffled his though so all you hear was
me
...
acting like a fucking
spastic hyena once again.

What must the neighbors
think?