Page 70 of Black Flag

“I remember the way youlooked in victory lane...”

His mouth moved to mylips, just for a second, taking me off-guard as he slid his tongue to mine, andhis moan made my skin tingle.

His hands moved to myhips, fingers grasping tightly, pushing into my skin as my shirt liftedslightly, then it was gone completely by impatient hands. “I thought about youthat entire race,” he continued, the light layer of stubble on his chinscratched my jaw as he drug his lips back to the corner of my mouth. “The wayyour eyes lit up with each touch and the fire between us...I know you felt it too back then.”

I nodded. It was all Icould do. My fingers gripped the front of his shirt as my breathing becameshallow.

“Fuck, I remember whatit felt like to be inside you for the first time, the noises you made, and thegrip of your fingers in my hair.” He exhaled slowly. “You felt so good, youdrove me crazy.” His teeth nipped at my neck reminding me he was still here,the feel of his tongue was a brief reprieve to the haze of the heat. Hisfingers went to the waistband of my jean shorts and mine went to his race suitpulling it down. Next was his t-shirt and that was gone too within seconds.

“What’s gotten intoyou?” My hands gripped into his hair so tight I incited a groan from him.

“Must be the heat,” Iknew he wasn’tjustreferring to the heat between us.

I moaned, or at least Ithought I did. Some kind of noise escaped but was quickly swallowed by hismouth as he curled his free hand into my hair pushing my face almost painfullyto his. He shifted all his weight forward. We fell back against the shocks onthe wall. Jameson smacked his head on the rear end hanging above us. It didn’tstop him though. H just winced slightly, rubbed the spot and continued.

His steady hands pulledmy panties down, palms ran up my bare thighs before his body pressed into me.Watching me with half lidded eyes, he nipped at my wrist and then moved back tomy neck.

He pressed forward,assembly prep completed and it was time for some align boring.

And then...we heard Tommy.

Jameson’s head fellforward.

“Damn it.” Hisshoulders hunched as he seemed completely defeated. His sigh heavy withannoyance.

“Where’s Jameson?” weheard Tommy ask Justin who was apparently out there too. My cheeks flushed atwhat he must have heard. He had to of heard.

Justin laughed. “Wefound his pants in the hauler.”

Jameson chuckledremembering that he dropped those near the door earlier today.

“Where’d the rest of himgo?”

“Beats me,”

“You’re helpful.”

“Never claimed to be,”

Knowing this wasn’thappening, we both sighed and untangled ourselves right before Tommypeekedhis head inside and laughed when Jameson kicked itshut. “Get out of here.”

Tommy cackled leaving usto right our clothing.

When we finished andstepped outside, Tommy, Justin and Tyler all stood with smiles.

“Do you honestly knowhow many times I’ve seen this boy’s ass over the years?” Tommy asked Justinholding a wrench in his left hand and a beer in the other.

“Don’t answer that.”Jameson bellowed from the front of the hauler trying to find his helmet he’dtossed aside earlier.

They all got a goodlaugh out of our disappearance, as did Ami. She smiled wiping some grease frommy shoulder. “It’s really hard to get it on in there. Tommy is always walkingin.”

I slung my arm aroundher. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only one.”

“Nope, we have donethings in this hauler I hope no one ever finds out about.”

Tommy perked up. “Youknow, everyone thinks they’re so sneaky around here but we can hear everything.There’s no installation.” He looked between Ami and me leaning against the sideof the hauler now.

“Go easy on the beerfire crotch, it is daytime.”

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