Page 58 of Happy Hour

Moments later, he pulled me up and I returned to getting to know the discharge nozzle.

Jameson sighed with a whoosh of breath shaking his head. “Good lord, that was amazing.”

I giggled at the admission and kissed his hand that was now on my cheek. “I couldn’t help myself after thatride.”

“I’ll say.”

“Do you think we will ever be able to have sex without being caught?”

Jameson gave me a lopsided grin, he cheeks flushed from the micro polishing. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, now I have to get Alley back again.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“So, are you in trouble with NASCAR now?”

“Uh, well not really but the burn out...that wasn’t part of the deal I made with Gordon.” He lifted his hips pulling his jeans up. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.” He said shrugging his shoulders once and then lifted himself up on the window to step out.

After he was out, I succeeded in getting untangled from the roll bars. I gave the discharge nozzle a little pat after our time spent together and hopped out of the car to lean against it as Jameson buttoned his jeans and fixed his t-shirt.

Once he was finished, he leaned into me, effectively trapping me against the side of the car once again. “So...let’s head back to my motor coach. I need to repay you.” He whispered softly and then leaned in for a kiss.

“That’s...okay, you don’t need to. Like I said, I’m sore.”

“Silly Sway, no align boring needs to take place for me to repay the favor.” he dropped to his knees in front of me, his eyes rose to meet mine through his long thick lashes. “I’m fairly certain this crankcase needs some proper deburring.”

Good lord that has to be the sexiest thing he does.

Lifting my shirt, he kissed along the band of my jeans, his fingertips dipping inside.

Now as nice as the hood of the race car was the other night, I still remember the sticker burn my ass currently had and if we dented that hood again, Kyle would kill us.

As it was, they already had to steal the hood from the back-up and put it on the primary car. And let’s not forget the incredibly awkward conversation with Jimi abouthowthe hood was dented in the first placeorthe questioning glances from the rest of his team.

“Jameson,” I moaned when he unbuttoned my jeans and swept his tongue along my hipbone. “Not here. Let’s go back to your motor coach.” I managed to get him back on his feet. “Wait, where are Alley and Spencer staying?”

I didn’t want to get caught again, or for Alley to figure out that it was me Jameson was being a whore with.

He laughed a loud adorable laugh against my neck he was currently kissing, oh the kissing, he never stopped. When we were alone, his lips were never far from my skin.

“They’re staying in Pocono. Alley probably just came back because I’m sure Lisa called. Gordon probably didn’t tell her he told me I could take you for a ride.” He assured me.

His hand reached out to tap my ass leading me outside.

Hopping on his back, we made our way back to his private motor coach in the driver’s compound.

Leaning my head down to kiss his neck, I whispered against his cool skin. “Since we’ll be alone...youmight want to prepare yourself for a long night.”

Jameson nodded his head in approval, his eyes dancing with excitement. “Sleeps overrated,” and without missing a beat he spun me around so I was in front of him, legs still wrapped securely around his waist. “And honey,” he leaned in to give me an ardent kiss. “Youshouldprepare yourself.”

6.Heat Cycle–Sway

Heat Cycle – A tire that has been heated up through use and then cooled down has gone through one heat cycle. This often results in a slight hardening of the tire compound, which can make the tire perform at a higher level for a longer period of time.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Spencer’s laughter. Not necessarily abadsound to wake up to but I didn’t want to wake up in the first place. Jameson was draped around me like his last victory flag, which wasn’t a surprise. Since we started this “Friends with Benefits”, we’d barely gotten any sleep and were seeing a lot of benefits as friends.

Tangled in skin, there I was lying underneath Jameson, naked, listening to Spencer tell Aiden about how he once snorted powdered sugar for a quarter when he was five.

With wide justifiable eyes, I examined my surroundings.

Jameson’s motor coach was a complete disaster. We went back there after the ride and made sure we made use of the alone time on the couch, in the tiny bathroom, in the bedroom, on the floor and up against the walls.

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