Page 53 of Happy Hour

With the help of Emma, we finally got Jameson calmed down enough to have a seat and show his fans a normal human being side and not the crazed lunatic he could be.

Once around his fans, he began to enjoy himself and gave them the attention they deserved after waiting in line all morning just to see him.

As with any scheduled autograph session, he was attentive to each fan. He smiled, posed for pictures with them if they asked, and actually stopped to have conversations with them. Still, a piece was missing. I knew him well enough to know this wasn’t him; this was the guarded version he had around his fans.

The garage groupies annoyed me and disturbed my daydreams.

They were clingy, way to chipper and just downright slutty for being underage. I didn’t think a twelve-year old could be slutty but today, I was proved wrong by one who was wearing a mini skirt shorter than mine had been and a bikini top trying to reveal her none existent funbags to Jameson.

He looked up and took a double take when she leaned forward but what I thought was a double take of“Hey, look at her”was quickly squashed when Jameson shook his head, signed her poster and then threw a shirt at her and told her to put it on.

Emma and I laughed for a good ten minutes when she stomped away over to Paul’s hauler to get his autograph.

Paul Leighty was another rookie in the cup series this year and yes, I will admit, Paul was attractive with his dark skin, brown eyes and one hell of a body but I was a sucker for my tall beautiful rusty haired hot head.

Finally, the autograph session was over, practices were finished up, Jameson finished his interview with Track Pass and we were now on our way to dinner at the Tokyo Tea House in Pocono Summit.

It was strange going out to dinner with him now. Over the years, we’d gone out on many occasions but it just felt different now. I wasn’t sure how to act around him so I stayed quiet in fear I would say something incredibly asinine because of the lack of oxygen to my brain.

It was all going to my lungs just trying not to hyperventilate.

Jameson noticed my lack of conversation and heavy breathing during dinner and threw an arm around my chair as we were sitting at the sushi bar.

“Why are you so quiet?” he asked leaning into my shoulder.

I shrugged and gave him a small tentative smile. “No reason.” I lied.

My heart was pounding in my chest, apparently trying to see if there was a way to pump more blood to my brain. It wasn’t helping though, not in the least. I was pretty sure it was full, but didn’t really have the opportunity to dwell on it before Jameson spoke again.

“Is it because you’re horny?” holding my gaze, he seductively licked sauce from his thumb.

“You’re such a pervert.” I took another bite of my spicy tuna roll keeping my stare ahead of me. “Is that all you think about?”

He wrinkled his nose but nodded. “Sadly, yes.”

“You never used to be this perverted, what happened?”

“Mmm...my friend with benefits,” he leaned closer, his lips at my ear when he started with the whispering. “She has seemed to have brought out some hormone enraged fifteen-year old boy in me that can only think about sex...” his voice lowered with a husky edge. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around my chair started at my knee and began to trace lightly up my thigh.

His feather light touch alone was enough to make me want to rip his clothes off right there in that damn restaurant and make him scream my name in front of this poor man serving our sushi rolls.

Jameson continued with that damn whispering and I soon realized this was part of his plan he wouldn’t say earlier,his determined benefits.

“All I think about now is her amazing body wrapped around mine, broken furniture...” his hand traveled closer to the promise land, inching along with both determination but just enough hesitation it was enough to drive me mad. “Race car hoods...” he breathed heavily, his hand reaching my crankcase and then dancing circles around my ignition switch, “and bearing alignment,” His lips pressed to my neck once and his tongue darted out, licking me. “...assembly lube and align boring. God honey, the affect you have on me is...unbelievable.”

Hot damn.

My hand flew up in the air as though I had the golden ticket. “Check please!” I suddenly yelled.

In all actuality, I did have the golden ticket, only it was a little more in the shape of a camshaft and calling my name.

Jameson chuckled against my neck and leaned forward to pull out his wallet. “Someone’seager.”

On the way back to the track, his hand never left my leg and neither did the feather light touching or the dirty car talk whispering he did so goddamn well.

“I don’t get it.” I said reaching for my bag on the floorboard. “How did you go a year with that sex drive?”

Jameson shifted in his seat. “Is that really a question you want an answer to?” He looked at me with a strange expression.

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