Black Flag (Racing on the Edge) (9 page)

I gave a halfhearted
smile. “I
am
in pain. I hurt you again.”

Believe me, I was in
excruciating fucking pain from my ribs but nothing compared to the heartache I
was feeling having caused her to cry today.

“It’s okay. I
understand how bad that must have looked since I sent Mike over there.”

“Why did you?” You
couldn’t miss the curiosity in my voice.

“Justin asked if I knew
of any other drivers. I said I knew Mike Tanner. I had no idea that he was
asking if I knew of any other drivers to race
your
car. I would have
never
suggested him.”

“That makes me feel
better.”

“He’s nothing compared
to you behind the wheel, that’s for sure.”

“Really?
What else am I better
at?”

“Everything
...
not that you need your ego stroked,”

“Stroking is good.”

“You’re the best I’ve
ever had.” She cooed, her eyes holding mine. Her expression changed. “I’m
curious now though. Am I really the only one that’s ever
...
” her eyes drifted south.

“Yes.” I assured her
with a chuckle. “I was a virgin to that.”

“Why?” Her questioning
eyes melted into mine.

“I’ve always thought
oral sex was intimate. I just never wanted something like that from anyone I
didn’t trust completely. Women tried don’t get me wrong. They went for it but I
always pulled them away.”

“So you let me because
...
”

“I don’t think you
understand the power you have over me.” I smiled weakly. “Even though I don’t
deserve you, I trust you more than anyone else in this world. You own me, my
heart, my soul; it’s yours, all of it. So yes you are the only one that I share
those personal experiences with and I don’t talk about them with
anyone
.”
I hinted.

“I don’t tell people, I
promise.”

“I know. I just
...
we need to be careful about our
relationship and the personal details we tell others. They will do anything to
use it against us.”

She sighed contently
and snuggled against my arm. I reached down further and placed my hand against
her stomach.

“I love you.” I
whispered into her damp hair. Her hand slipped into my hand, our fingers
intertwined together. “I want to take you some place tomorrow.”

Sway bent forward to
add more hot water to our cooling bath.
“Where?”

“
Our
house.”

Sway looked confused
for a moment and then motioned to the room around us. “We are in your house.
Did you bump your head today?” her fingertips grazed over the bruise forming
over my left eyebrow from the hallway brawl, then touched softly to my fat lip.

“No, not this house,” I
smiled. “
Our
house
...
the one I’m having
built.”

“What do you mean
our
house? That’s
your
house?”

“No it’s not.” My voice
softened. “Sway, me, you and
this
baby
...
we’re a family now.” I laughed softly. “I know I haven’t
asked you to marry me yet but I still consider us a family. That house is
ours
.”

Sway started crying
again. “I
...
you
...
I
...
are
you
...
sure?” she hiccupped.

“I’ve never been more
sure honey.”

“Where do you want to
live
...
like in the off
season?”

I drew her closer
again. Carefully she
laid
back against my chest. As
though it had a mind of its own, my hand instinctively went to her stomach underneath
the water. “I was thinking this year we should stay in Elma
...
for Charlie. Next year, we’ll see how
things go. The house will be done the first week in December.” I kissed along
her neck. “We should probably look for a home in Elma soon.”

I knew with Charlie
being sick, Sway would want to stay close to him and for good reason. We also
had a lot to figure out over the off-season with the track and the baby coming
in the late winter.

“That would be nice.”
Sway agreed, her toes wiggling on the edge of the tile playing with the nobs on
the faucet.

It was nice being able
to talk about the future when not more than two hours ago I thought for sure
she’d left me. Placing my lips at her ear, I let them graze against her as I
spoke. “I love you, Sway.”

“I love you too.” She
turned capturing my lips with her own balancing me in ways I could never
explain as they were unidentified to even me.

3.
       
Stagger
– Jameson

Stagger – The difference
in size between the tires on the left and right side of a race car. Because of
a tire’s makeup, slight variations in circumference happen. Stagger between the
right-side and left-side tires may range from less than a half inch to more
than an inch.

“Wow, it’s so big.”

“I know,”

“Like
really
big.”

I let out a soft
chuckle at her enthusiasm. “I know.”

“Don’t you think it’s a
little
...
too big?”

“Please
Sway
,” my lips grazed her ear from behind. “Nothing is too
big.”

Pressing my hips
forward, I emphasized my point. She shivered and I delivered. Bending her
forward over the kitchen counter in our unfinished house, I lifted her cotton
white skirt. Slowly and as seductively as I could, I slipped her panties down
her smooth bare legs, kissing my way back up to stand behind her.

She knew exactly what
she was doing when she put this skirt on this morning, knowing damn well I was
one horny boy these days. To say she was anything less, would be an
understatement. Though she was only into her third month of pregnancy, Sway’s
hormones were out of control. She needed a rev limiter is what she needed. She
wanted it every day, multiple times a day and I wasn’t about to deny her. It
seemed the more I healed from the accident, the more I felt the same way. I was
afraid I’d hurt her or the baby with how rough she liked it but she never
complained.

“Harder.” She moaned
throwing her head back.

“I’ll hurt the baby
...
” I hesitated. Bent over the granite
counters, her hands hooked on the eating bar above. I steadied my feet with the
sawdust around us. Sway’s skirt was draped over her back; her panties, now in
my fisted hand.

I think I’ll just keep
them today.

“I said harder,
Jameson!” Sway growled. When she looked over her shoulder, I almost lost it
right then. Images of the last time I had her laid across a counter flooded my
mind. Groaning at the memory, my movements sped.

Once she bit down on
her lower lip and screamed my name, I unraveled quickly.

“That was fun.” Sway
smiled sitting in front of me on the counter. “We christened one room already.”

With her underwear in
hand, I pulled my jeans up.

Sway reached for her
panties.

“Ah-uh,” I grinned
shaking my head slowly. “I’m keeping these for today. That way
...
” My fingertips swept lightly across her
collarbone and down her arm. “In case I feel the need to ravage you again,
you’re ready.”

“That sounds
...
oh god
...
” she moaned when I stepped in between her legs. Just my
jeans rubbing against her bare center was arousing her once again which made me
chuckle.

“Sway
...
” My lips pressed to her throat and her
head tipped backwards. “I’m not seventeen you know
...
I need at least a few minutes.”

Her hand dipped inside
my jeans, grasping me firmly.

“Really?” her eyebrows
arched when she felt me harden under her touch.

“Fuck it
...
” I mumbled carrying her into the soon
to be living room.

There was no furniture.
Hell, most of the house hadn’t even been dry walled. So instead, I leaned her
against the wall facing the south side of the house. This time I didn’t even
bother pulling my jeans down, though they eventually fell with my quick
movements.

With any luck, sometime
today I’d get to show her the upstairs of the house.

“Wow, it’s huge up here
too.” Sway grinned back at me stepping onto the second floor.

“Don’t start that again
...
” Her pouty face had me reconsidering my
words instantly. “I just need a few minutes and besides, we have years to
christen this house.” I grabbed her hand. “I want to show you something.”

I led her toward the
room I’d been dying to show her since we arrived an hour ago. The room I called
the contractors about two weeks ago and they amazingly finished before all the
rest, just for my surprise.

We walked down the hall
toward the master bedroom and entered the double doors. With a gentle nudge, I
grasped Sway’s hand and guided her inside.

The master bedroom was
beautiful, I’ll say that much. The east side was wall-to-wall windows that
overlooked Lake Norman. Mahogany wood floors wrapped throughout the room and
led you back toward the walk in closets, then into the master bathroom. Though
the master bath was amazing, it was still just a bathroom to me.

I
was
excited
about the shower as I designed myself. It had dual heads along with ten other
jets in the six by six
space
that included a bench
that I already envisioned Sway straddling me on.

God I think dirty.
She’s right, I am a dirty heathen.

I glanced at Sway. She
was biting down on her lower lip and I knew exactly what she was thinking when
she stepped inside the glass doors, stripping her clothes as she went.

Well fuck
...
now the surprise will have to wait.

Once our clothes were
intact another thirty minutes later and I could stand up without getting dizzy,
we walked back into the master bedroom. Eight times in one day is enough to leave
any man light headed for lack of bodily
fluids.

Smiling, she started to
head out the door when I gently reached for her. “Again?” she asked.

“No
...
I can’t.” I groaned shaking my head. “I
seriously don’t think I could get it up again without being chemically
assisted.”

“So why did you stop.”
She gave me a smile. “I’ve seen this room.”

I returned the smile,
tipping my head. “Yes, but you haven’t seen
this
addition.” I placed my
right hand against her cheek, running my thumb over her lower lip. With a nod,
I motioned toward the unopened door. “Open that door.”

“That one?” she pointed
toward it.

“Yes, that one,”

“Why, is there a cougar
in there?”

I glared. “No, there’s
a clown. Now open the goddamn door.”

Sway laughed freely
reaching for the doorknob. My breath caught in my throat when she gasped at the
sight of our unborn child’s room.

The floors matched the
master bedroom and with a much-deserved favor from Emma had been painted with a
soft tan color. That combined with the dark floors gave the room a lived in
feel regardless of the lack of furniture.

What sent Sway into a
fit of hysteria happy tears was the black and white photo Emma had framed on
the wall.

The photo was one from
Sway’s ultrasound, blown up to a larger size and showed all the details of the
arms, legs and head.

Under the photo was
text that read:

We are patiently
waiting your arrival baby Riley

Approaching her from
behind, I wrapped my arms around her resting my hands over her stomach. “Do you
approve?”

She sniffled and eventually
choked out, “Yes, very much so
...
thank
you.” She eventually choked out.

Sway needed comforting
so we
laid
there, on the floor, holding each other
with Sway gazing endlessly at the photo that she removed from the wall to get a
better look at.

“I think it’s gonna be
a boy.”

“Really?”
I asked kissing her
temple. My fingertips traced circles over her collarbone. “What makes you think
that?”