Page 44 of Happy Hour

Jameson fell against me in a fit of laughter at my reaction but he didn’t get distracted for long, the boy’s determined.

Nudging my legs apart with his knees, he placed one hand behind my left knee and hitched it up his bare hip.

Bending forward at the waist he leaned his face against mine and whispered in my ear. “This is something I’vealwayswanted to do with you.”

Did he just say what I think he said?

“Huh?”

Jameson didn’t waste any time at all before pushing himself forward into me.

“I’ve...uh...nothing.” He mumbled hooking his hands on the top of the hood...for leverage.

He went in for the kill, assaulting my neck with wet kisses and soft nips while his hips rocked against mine. The steel hood was not designed to support the weight of two grown adults and began to flex beneath us but that also did nothing to deter Jameson.

We didn’t last long before I’m once again moaning like a whore and he started in with the dirty heathen car talk at my ear to push me over the edge.

“You like that honey?” Jameson grunted reaching for a fist full of my hair, wrapping tightly around his fingers tugging gently.

“You have the most amazing camshaft!” I blurted out in my lust drunken somber.

“Fuck!” Jameson cried out slamming his right fist against the hood beside my head, the steel vibrated causing me to once again jump. His other hand was still holding my thigh securely to his hip. “I love the way you say camshaft.” He growled right before his head fell forward against the hood above my shoulder.

I turned my head to get a good look at him, his eyes remained closed, his brow furrowed in concentration and determination, biting down on his bottom lip.

I wanted to take a picture of that face right there, blow it up and hang it on the ceiling in my bedroom.

By that point, we were both panting, my ass was stuck to the hood and I was sure I had sticker burn.

My hair was caught in an air vent, my toe is stuck in a hood pin loop and Jameson was still trembling above me. His hands were gripping my shoulders tightly, holding me against his chest.

I was afraid to move or even breathe.

Drawing in a shaky breath, he whispered. “We should...get off the hood.” then placed a row of soft tender kisses along my collarbone, still panting.

He can be so sweet.

“Yeah, we should.” I agreed but we still made no attempt to get up.

I didn’t know if we actually could. We’ve worn ourselves out today. What is this like round six...maybe even seven.

Eventually we did peal ourselves from the hood that was indeed dented.

Jameson laughed when he looked down. “This is the one we’re taking to Pocono too.”

Laughing at him, I put on my oil-saturated jeans just about the time Kyle comes walking into the shop with Gentry, his younger brother, trailing close behind.

Kill me now.

At that point, Jameson still hadn’t put his shirt back on. Not that I minded but now they were going to know what we were just doing,ina race shop,onthe hood of a race car.

Jameson had oil smudges on his face and neck with his hair looking like it could easily have its own zip code.

Who am I kidding, I’m sure I didn’t look any better, my hair is all over the place, I had oil literally everywhereandI was missing a shoe.

Kyle approached us while Jameson slipped his shirt over his broad shoulders.

“What happened in here?” Kyle glanced towards the oil on the groundandon the hood of Jameson’s car.

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