Page 14 of Black Flag

I licked, sucked,swirled, and bobbed until his hand fumbled at his side and tugged on my hair.

“Sway,” he moaned in athroaty sexy voice, twitching slightly. “In you...now...please. Ineedto be in you.”

Sitting up on his bed,I pulled my shirt over my head tossing it on the floor. I was about to leave mybra on with how sore the funbags were but when I glanced down at him, I couldtell by the look on his face he was disappointed they weren’t coming out toplay, so off came the bra.

He watched intently as Ileaned forward, running my hand along his right arm, being careful to avoid hisleft side.

Jameson reached forwardand touched the enormous funbags with his fingertips. Inching forward Icarefully threw one leg over his hips. Settling my knees on either side of him,I sat up, trying not to put pressure on his ribs, chest, left arm, or hiscollarbone. He, literally, was a fucking mess.

I looked over him oncemore. His arm was in a cast, and that arm was in a sling from the brokencollarbone. He may have been a complete fucking mess but he was also incrediblyhot with his hair all messy, his eyes pleading, body straining. This was goingto be difficult.

“Are you sure?” Iwhispered one last time before I positioned for align boring. “You’re reallybanged up.”

“Yes,” he hissedbetween his teeth, as his right hand rubbed my thigh. Attempting to get closer,his upper body pressed toward me but winced in pain. “Jesus, Sway. Please...I begging you, just pleasefuck me.”

How could any woman intheir right mind resist that?

Slowly lowering myhips, Jameson arched his back, unable to control the pleasure, gasping andshaking. I froze and his hand tugged at my upper thigh.

“No, no, don’t stop.Please...it’sokay.” He gritted, hishead thrown back, muscles and tendons in his neck tensed and straining. “Don’t stop...Keepgoing. Fuck,pleasekeep going.”

His grunts, groans anddownright cries of pleasure convinced me I wasn’t doing irreparable harm byindulging his need as he came hard with a forlorn, guttural sob, shuddering andshaking beneath me.

Hotdamn.

“I’m sorry,” hewhispered. I pressed a soft chaste kiss to his lips.

I shook my head andkissed him again. He must not have realized how incredibly fucking hot it wasto watch him cry out like that as I pushed him to an orgasm that shook hisbody.

“No, don’t worry.” Igasped. “That was all for you.Incredibly hot...but all for you.Better?”

He nodded slowly,gazing into my eyes before sighing and carefully lifting his arm to snuggle mecloser to his side. “I couldn’t be better.”

Sway Bar – Jameson

“What kind of case dowe even have against him besides what NASCAR will fine him?” My dad askedPhillip, our attorney.

“Not much of one butwe’ll see.” Phillip admitted. “I need to get with one my associates and seewhat kind of case we can bring against him. I filed a restraining and we’regoing for reckless endangerment.” I took in a deep breath as Phillip continuedhis speech. “The problem we run into is that, in the past, courts havedetermined when you play a sport or get behind the wheel of a race car, youassume a certain risks, inherent to the sport. There are greater limits on theliability of whoever caused the injury than under the normal circumstances. Forexample, say a driver pissed you off on the freeway. You flip them off andnudge the back of their car, letting them know you’re pissed. They couldpotentially sue you and probably win. But if you were to do that on the racetrack, you’re protected.”

“There’s a bigdifference betweennudgingand what Darrin did.” My dad roughly pointedout. His hard blue eyes furrowed in frustration.

“Whether or not Darrinwill be held liable for injuring Jameson will depend on the courts and whatthey decide is fitting with the intentional goal of injury and whether or notthe actions were inherent to the sport.” Phillip shook his head. “Darrin isclaiming he wanted to make sure his shifter wasn’t broken and didn’t know you werestill on the track.”

Jimi stood, his chaircrashing against the wall.

I just sat there,slouching in the black leather chair, my head bent forward. This was disgustingto hear. How someone could intentionally try to kill you and get away with itall because they were governed under the rules of the sport?

When you’re aprofessional athlete you assume there are risks involved so bringing a lawsuitagainst another driver is usually never done and winning one was challenging.

Phillip stood, runninghis long fingers through his kept black hair once before looking over towardme. “Listen Jameson, I know you want to see Darrin get what he deserves. I dotoo. I’ve known you since you were two years old and to see that accident onTV, not knowing if you were okay,” He choked, his brow pulled together. “Let’sjust say I was calling every favor in law I had to get Darrin locked up. But hehas rights and sometimes those rights protect him regardless of what he’s done.NASCAR has doubled his fine after further investigation from $50,000 to$100,000 and the suspension is still holding. He would be allowed to compete inthe Winston Cup series again next year butwill beon probation for theentire season.”

“What about otherdivisions? Jameson sometimes steps into those cars from time to time forBillings Racing. Is Darrin suspended in those as well?” Kyle asked leaningforward.

“Yes, he’s suspendedfrom all three series as well as any NASCAR sanctioned track.”

Phillip left a fewminutes after that, leaving Kyle, Jimi, and me sitting in our large conferenceroom.

Kyle nudged my arm. “Weneed to be at your shop by ten as we have a few drivers to meet.”

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