Page 130 of Happy Hour

“Nothing now,”

“Ah, I’m good.” Sway giggled. “Two minutes into this and I already have you naked.”

“You have no idea what you do to me.” I groaned as my hand slipped under the sheets. “Now this vibrator...where’d you get it?”

“Why don’t you tell me.” her voice was dripping with sex.

Throwing my head back against the pillow, I found it hard not to fly across the states and show her exactly what she was doing to me. “Fuck Sway. I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me right now.”

“Do you have a fantasy?” she asked. I could tell this was turning her on—I knew my girl well.

“Besides fucking you on the hood of my race car?” I answered immediately. I’m sure my arousal was evident in my thick tone. “You know, I fantasized about that one for years.”

“Oh, fuck me!” she panted.

My one thousand square foot hotel room was filled with our breathy moans, panting, and dirty talking. It felt wrong, and it felt as though I was slipping back into what we had before but in the reality of it all, that was Sway and me.

I had no doubt in my mind that once Sway was here in my arms, I would show her howthiswas different, howwewere different, over and over again.

The next morning when I woke up, I was met with Spencer...in my bed. Yeah, that happened and sadly, this wasn’t the first time it had happened.

Jumping back, I reached for the blankets since I was in fact still naked. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I barked at him.

“Alley kicked me out of the room.” He mumbled rolling over to go to sleep.

“So you came here...what would inspire you to do that?” I pushed him off the bed and reached for my jeans on the floor.

“Dude!” Spencer grumbled when I showed him my bare ass. “I don’t need to see that!”

“Stay out of my room then.” I countered yanking my jeans on. “Why’d she kick you out?”

I don’t know why I was asking, it’s not like I actually gave a shit why she was mad at him. After all, this was a daily occurrence.

“She’sstillupset about my new haircut.”

I laughed rummaging through my bag to find a t-shirt and socks. “That’s what you get for letting Aiden cut your hair dumbass.”

Though it took some convincing, I got Spencer to leave and made my way to the track to start the race weekend. It was going to be a long one without Sway here.

With the restraining order on Chelsea and her glued to his hip, I struggled to get Tate alone the last few days between practices and qualifying. I couldn’t go anywhere near him with Chelsea there.

At the drivers meeting, she wasn’t around so I tried my luck there.

Never being one to beat around the bush so to speak, I walked up to him when he was with Bobby and Paul. Seeing me standing there, Bobby and Paul left leaving Tate and me in the corner of the media center.

“What do you want, Riley?” Tate glowered at me with his arms crossed over his large chest. The light colored shirt he was wearing made his dark eyes appear darker. “What?”

I stared at him for a moment. Once I was standing there face-to-face, I had no idea what I wanted to say. Eventually I settled on, “I want you to hearmyside of what happened.”

“I already know what happened.” He turned to walk away.

I grabbed him by the arm—his face was hard to read. “No you don’t.” I said on the defense. “You knowoneside of the story.”

“Enlighten me then.” He challenged stepping closer.

Tate wasn’t as big as that Vin Diesel motherfucker but he wasn’t pint sized either. I briefly wondered if this was a bad idea but decided to stand my ground anyways. I would not be accused of something I didn’t do.

“Theonlyreason I went with her was because she told that you gave her the title transfer for Grays Harbor.” I looked directly at him making eye contact this time. “When I left with her, she hadotherplans in mind. When I denied her advances, she got upset, end of story.”

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