Page 22 of Black Flag

“Where do you want tolive...like in the offseason?”

I drew her closeragain. Carefully shelaidback against my chest. Asthough it had a mind of its own, my hand instinctively went to her stomach underneaththe water. “I was thinking this year we should stay in Elma...for Charlie. Next year, we’ll see howthings go. The house will be done the first week in December.” I kissed alongher neck. “We should probably look for a home in Elma soon.”

I knew with Charliebeing sick, Sway would want to stay close to him and for good reason. We alsohad a lot to figure out over the off-season with the track and the baby comingin the late winter.

“That would be nice.”Sway agreed, her toes wiggling on the edge of the tile playing with the nobs onthe faucet.

It was nice being ableto talk about the future when not more than two hours ago I thought for sureshe’d left me. Placing my lips at her ear, I let them graze against her as Ispoke. “I love you, Sway.”

“I love you too.” Sheturned capturing my lips with her own balancing me in ways I could neverexplain as they were unidentified to even me.

3.Stagger– Jameson

Stagger – The differencein size between the tires on the left and right side of a race car. Because ofa tire’s makeup, slight variations in circumference happen. Stagger between theright-side and left-side tires may range from less than a half inch to morethan an inch.

“Wow, it’s so big.”

“I know,”

“Likereallybig.”

I let out a softchuckle at her enthusiasm. “I know.”

“Don’t you think it’s alittle...too big?”

“PleaseSway,” my lips grazed her ear from behind. “Nothing is toobig.”

Pressing my hipsforward, I emphasized my point. She shivered and I delivered. Bending herforward over the kitchen counter in our unfinished house, I lifted her cottonwhite skirt. Slowly and as seductively as I could, I slipped her panties downher smooth bare legs, kissing my way back up to stand behind her.

She knew exactly whatshe was doing when she put this skirt on this morning, knowing damn well I wasone horny boy these days. To say she was anything less, would be anunderstatement. Though she was only into her third month of pregnancy, Sway’shormones were out of control. She needed a rev limiter is what she needed. Shewanted it every day, multiple times a day and I wasn’t about to deny her. Itseemed the more I healed from the accident, the more I felt the same way. I wasafraid I’d hurt her or the baby with how rough she liked it but she nevercomplained.

“Harder.” She moanedthrowing her head back.

“I’ll hurt the baby...” I hesitated. Bent over the granitecounters, her hands hooked on the eating bar above. I steadied my feet with thesawdust around us. Sway’s skirt was draped over her back; her panties, now inmy fisted hand.

I think I’ll just keepthem today.

“I said harder,Jameson!” Sway growled. When she looked over her shoulder, I almost lost itright then. Images of the last time I had her laid across a counter flooded mymind. Groaning at the memory, my movements sped.

Once she bit down onher lower lip and screamed my name, I unraveled quickly.

“That was fun.” Swaysmiled sitting in front of me on the counter. “We christened one room already.”

With her underwear inhand, I pulled my jeans up.

Sway reached for herpanties.

“Ah-uh,” I grinnedshaking my head slowly. “I’m keeping these for today. That way...” My fingertips swept lightly across hercollarbone and down her arm. “In case I feel the need to ravage you again,you’re ready.”

“That sounds...oh god...” she moaned when I stepped in between her legs. Just myjeans rubbing against her bare center was arousing her once again which made mechuckle.

“Sway...” My lips pressed to her throat and herhead tipped backwards. “I’m not seventeen you know...I need at least a few minutes.”

Her hand dipped insidemy jeans, grasping me firmly.

“Really?” her eyebrowsarched when she felt me harden under her touch.

“Fuck it...” I mumbled carrying her into the soonto be living room.

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