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Hot dog?

Tilley

His chest rose and fell under me in a steady, rhythmic pattern until Will Ferrell didn’t know what to do with his hands. Then I was launched several inches in the air as Hunter lost it in a fit of laughter that shook his whole body.

It didn’t matter that we’d watchedTalladega Nightshalf a dozen times. It still cracked him up.

He reached for the remote and paused it. “Okay, I have a question. Now that you actually work in racing, is this movie still funny or is it ruined by reality?”

I rolled to my side and traced shapes over his abs. “Well this is fictional NASCAR. It’s different.”

“But there’sFormula Un.” He mimicked Sacha Baron Cohen.

I giggled at his arrogant portrayal of the movie character. “And you know what, like all good comedy, there are elements of truth there. But no, my job hasn’t ruined the movie. Not at all.”

“Okay good. I guess that makes sense. I still loveMajor League.”

“Oh, let’s watch that next!” I loved Wild Thing.

Hunter grinned down at me, running a finger along my arm. “Okay.” A dreamy look came over his face, his eyes unfocusing in what appeared to be a haze of happiness. “You, Tilley Villanueva, are too good to be true.”

I flattened my palm over his abs. His sexy, sexy abs. “The feeling is mutual.” Then I sighed. “I never thought I’d find a guy who loved sportsandreadingandmoviesandgot my nerdy streak. I definitely never thought I’d find a guy who was also this damn sexy.” I let my fingers drift over his boxers. He hardened in my hands.

I still found this utterly fascinating. My touch transformed him.Mine.

He sucked in a shuddering breath. “And I never thought I’d meet a woman who liked bad movies and sports and had tits and an ass to die for. You’re my dream woman.” Then he groaned as his eyes shut and he pumped into my hand.

I reached inside his underwear and pulled him free. I still didn’t quite understand how he became hard or why or exactly which things elicited pleasure. I touched him out of curiosity.

He fell to his back, arms spread wide. “Have your way with me. I am yours.”

And so I did. I studied everything and even after he came on his stomach I still didn’t know enough. I realized now that it might take years to fully comprehend the unique chemistry of Tilley + Hunter.

But would it always be like this? Once the newness wore off would I still want to touch him just for the sake of touching? Would we still be frantic to rip each other’s clothes off at the end of a date? To fuck and make love like it might never be enough?

I felt like it was impossible but I also understood that many people only found new things interesting, while others craved the comfort of the familiar.

I was still pondering this as I sat in the stands that night watching Hunter play. Adding extra strangeness to the night, I was not only sitting with Emily and Marissa, but Zoe and Carrie as well.

“You’re a million miles away tonight. Everything okay?” Emily asked.

“Oh yeah. Just thinking.” I took a sip of my beer. “You know, it’s really weird for me to be in the crowd after months of being on the pit wall. I’m used to being part of the action, not watching it.”

“Hot dog?” Marissa handed down the food Carrie brought over. “Yeah, I can see how that would throw you for a loop. I bet it’s exciting to have those cars flying by you.”

“It is. I definitely get a rush.” Actually, now that I thought about it, the rush was very much like the one I used to get playing softball. I wasn’t in the car but I was very much part of the race. “But I’m liking the change of pace. It’s nice to sit back and enjoy a sport without any added stress.”

Just then the batter hit a line drive right at Hunter. He ducked, sticking his glove up in the air, and somehow managed to snag it. The crowd went nuts.

And my heart jumped into my throat at the sight of a ball, probably traveling a hundred miles an hour, heading straight at Hunter. “So maybe there’s a little stress.”

The women both laughed nervously. Their men were both on the bench ready to come into the game in later innings.

“You know what?” Emily popped up. “I need to take a walk. I’m nervous.”

“I’ll go with you,” Marissa offered. “I’m nervous too.”

Which left me with Carrie and my author-crush Zoe. They were deep in their own conversation so I let my mind drift back to the problem at hand. Was Hunter a physical fascination or a forever? Did lust last a lifetime or was it only a flash?

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