Page 67 of Happy Hour

Jameson accepted them being together but it didn’t mean he liked it by the look on his face.

“So you chose my sister over me?”

“You were being mean,”

“Was not,” He argued.

“Oh, sorry, you were being such a sweet guy.” I teased with a smile, rubbing his shoulder.

“That’s better. Now,” he picked me up from my chair and set me on his lap. “I have to go qualify but after that...” the tip of his nose swept along my neck sending tingles down my legs. “I’d like to take you somewhere.” He nuzzled me more, his face scratchy. His other hand slipped up the back of my shirt and traced circles over my bare skin.

“I have to check my schedule.”

Jameson leaned back giving me a warning look. “Hisdetermined benefits, remember?” he arched an eyebrow.

“Wow, I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“Don’t say anything, just go with me,” he didn’t give me a chance to respond before he was dragging me with him towards pit lane again.

Qualifying went better than practice. Jameson was surprised to find the back-up car was better than the primary car and ended up qualifying fourth for Sunday’s race.

After taking a quick shower and putting on some shorts, we made our way towards town.

Jameson refused to tell me where he was taking me. I asked if I needed to change out of my jean shorts and flip-flops, but he assured me I was dressed accordingly.

“Where are we going now?” I asked sometime after we picked up Chinese to go and got back in the truck.

He leaned his head back against the seat and slowly looked over at me with a grin. “Somewhere alone. Somewhere that I can have my way with you andnotworry about someone walking in on us. Somewhere that I don’t have to worry about breaking furniture or...sticker burns.”

“That only leaves this truck and the middle of nowhere.”

“Exactly,” He nodded gesturing to the blankets he grabbed before we left.

“So we’re going to hump in the woods and eat Chinese food.”

“No,” he grinned. “we are going to hump andtheneat Chinese food. We’re not doing it at the same time. I think there’s some kind of health code against that.”

I laughed, shaking my head at him.

Soon we found ourselves in a wooded area where there was a clearing and a beautiful view of Long Pond.

“This is amazing.” I told him climbing into the back of the truck.

Jameson had already laid out the blankets. “I came out here the last year when I was racing in the Busch series.” He told me pulling me onto his lap where he sat on the tailgate, the faint sounds ofWicked Gamehummed over the stereo.

“Really,” I gave a sidelong gaze toward Jameson. “who was the lucky girl?”

He let out a soft chuckle against my shoulder he was kissing. “I told you, I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I came out here by myself. In fact, I actually spent the night texting you from this exact location.”

I couldn’t say anything to that.

What would I say?

He didn’t give me a chance to think about it before he turned me around so I was straddling his hips, my legs wrapped around his waist. His lips skimmed along my collarbone and then back again before he removed my tank top as the song continued.

How could one song fit our situation so perfectly?

I was stumbling through this, falling deeper in love with this man, yet he remained clueless.

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