Page 148 of Happy Hour

“Not that bad?” he asked incredulously. “You have to be fucking kidding me! First, my engine blows up ending the race for me after only fifty laps. Then I fly six hours just to see my girlfriend, in a fucking wind storm that puts hurricane Ike to shame...”

I sighed dramatically.

“Okay, well it’s not nearly that bad, but you get my point.” He waived his good arm around. “Then I come to rescue her like her knight and shining armor she wanted, and my fucking sister stabs me with a fork.Then, the nurse at the fucking hospital is Dana’s mom. Yes, that’s right Dana the stalker’s mom!” he threw his bottle of water across the inside of the truck. “I have a fucking right to be harsh.”

It was now time for drastic measures.

“If I show you my boobs, will you calm down?” I offered.

He was silent for a good thirty seconds. “Maybe,” He motioned with his hand for me to lift my shirt. “Show me and let’s see.”

Flipping up my sweatshirt, it worked as it always did.

When Jameson started to drag me onto his lap, I had to stop things. “No, we are not doing it in my dad’s car and you’re bleeding.”

He chuckled lightly but continued to molest the funbags. “So many rules now...no exam tables...no cars...what happened? You never had rules before.”

“I don’t have rules...there are just some things Iwon’tdo. One is not having sex in my dad’s car and two I’m not having sex while you have a fork stuck in your shoulder in a hospital.”

“How about we continue this in your room?” Jameson suggested pushing his hips to meet my hand he’d placed directly on his camshaft. “I’m injured, I need care.”

“We need to get a bandage on that.”

My thoughts then swarmed to some good tender loving care I was sure I could provide him. Suddenly, I was nervous about the reveal of my crankcase’s wax and shine so I blurted out the first thing that I could come up with.

“Are you sure you can get it up? I mean, you were stabbed with a fork.” My mouth, similar to my crankcase at times, was making all kinds of justifications as to why Icouldn’thave sex with him when honestly; it just came down to my bling pad.

How exactly do you reveal this?

His eyebrows rose in question. “I was stabbed in the shoulder, not my dick, Sway.”

“Prove it...I don’t think you can.” I challenged. “You could have a lifter problem now?”

What the hell? What happened to your justification?

“Are you questioning my ability here?”

I tapped my finger to my lips. “Yes,”

“That’s it!” he grabbed me by the ass swinging the door open. With no doubt a good amount of pain, he carried me all the way to my room, threw me down on the bed, and covered my body with his own.

His hand under my chin forced me to look at him. “You’re in for alongday.

15.Pit Stall–Sway

Pit Stall – The area along pit road that is designated for a particular team’s use during pit stops. Each car stops in the teams stall before being serviced.

Jameson was asleep on his stomach when I made my way out of my bedroom. We had a long night.

It was now the 4th of July and we’d planned to go camping up in Dayton Peak. For good reason, the Lucifer twins would not be attending this fun filled event.

Aiden flew in late last night, walking past the guest bedroom they were currently occupying; I plugged my ears just in case I inadvertently over heard something I didn’t care to hear.

It could happen andhasbefore.

Spencer and Alley were going to come but Lane still wasn’t feeling well so they stayed home.

Jameson was only in town until Tuesday afternoon and then he headed for Juliet Illinois for the race at Chicagoland Speedway. This only left us with two days after the stabbing occurred.

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