Page 69 of Happy Hour

In fact, the towel was on my ceiling fan whipping around the room—and I say “my ceiling fan” because this particular ceiling fan, had housed a few of my undergarments in the past few days.

Spencer was now gaping between Jameson and me. Jameson, who was not even remotely amused, looked as though he was going to have a heart attack any second. Body shaking, fisted hands, he was a little worked up over this.

Hemightpossibly kill Spencer.

“I...I...um...shit.” Spencer stammered staring at me. “I thought it was you in here.” He backed away holding his hands over his eyes. “I’msosorry dude.”

I will give Spencer credit, he really was trying not to look, but his hands kept coming away from his eyes so he can take a better look. He’s a man, you can’t blame him really.

I wanted to giggle, that’s how inappropriate this whole situation was but I decided that wouldn’t be best given how worked up Jameson appeared.

“Spencer,” Jameson growled slowly. “Get the fuck outnow!”

I flinched at his furious tone.

Poor Spencer all but ran out of there but before he got to the door, he reached for his hat, the whole purpose of him coming in here, but the hat was next to me. Naturally, Spencer looked at Jameson and back to me, wondering if he should just leave the hat.

“Spencer—GET OUT!” Jameson roared.

I swear the entire racetrack could have heard him, I actually covered my ears—it wasthatloud.

In the entire time I’ve known Spencer; I have never seen him scared of Jameson, or anyone. Right now, he honestly looked terrified of him.

Once the door shut, Jameson reached for the towel on the ceiling fan and threw it my direction. “You might want to check who it is before you come out of the bathroom,naked. There’s no privacy around here.” His voice was low and bleak but less furious. His eyes flickered to mine and then away. A moment later, his expression softened. “Please put some clothes on.” He ordered walking out the door.

Well, that was interesting.

I know he had to get to driver introductions but seriously...I was naked. How can wenottake advantage of that?

Oh, relax Sway. You just had sex less than four hours ago. It won’t kill you.

Just as I turned around, the door flew open and Jameson stormed back in, locked the door, and started ripping his clothes off, stumbling around as he tried to rid them quickly.

When he got the majority ripped away, he stood there in front of me, breathing heavy. His eyes a dark jade color that smoldered with hunger. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he pulled it over his head roughly, throwing it against the wall.

I didn’t know what to do or say, so I just stood there watching.

Standing before me, naked, he finally spoke. “I couldn’t just leave you in here,naked,” was his only response before he carried me towards the bedroom.

“I only have a few minutes.” He grunted pushing me up against the mirrored wall.

Facing the mirror, the funbags smashed against it, made them appear larger. For someone who was barely a B-cup, this was agoodthing.

“If you only have a few minutes, then you better stop looking at the funbags and fuck me.”

His eyes narrowed at me and he winked. “Hold on tight then, honey.” And then he flipped me around so my ass was pressed against the mirror and in the next second, he was sliding into me with a low fierce growl that actually gave me goose bumps.

The nice thing about a luxury Featherlite motor coach was the mirrors. Now, with my back to the one mirror, I had a perfect vista view of Jameson’s ass with my legs wrapped around his waist. If that wasn’t a pit lizards dream, I don’t know what is.

This was another picture I wouldn’t mind framing on the ceiling of my bedroom.

Jameson’s hands gripped my ass, using the mirror to keep me firmly in place.

Never in my life had I ever thought a quickie would be considered one of the best sexual encounters I’d ever had, butthis, was definitely in the top five now.

Jesus Christ, look at that ass, hard, round, muscular...perfect.

I think I actually whimpered at that point watchinghis ass flex with each thrust brazenly.

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