Page 102 of Trading Paint
On the way to Vail, Colorado, where we’d be spending Christmas, I decided it was time to tell Sway about the Chili Bowl. So far, the only people who knew I was going were dad and Bucky.
Tether – Sway
“Sway, I have something to tell you.” Jameson said suddenly on the flight to Vail.
What that you love me?You wish Sway!
“Yeah?”I flipped my magazine closed and looked over at him, ignoring my internal stupidity.
“I’m going to the Chili Bowl this year.” he smirked.
“What?” I nearly fell out of the chair. “Are fucking serious?”
“Calm down.”
“No, I won’t calm down! You’ve been saying this for years! Oh my god, this is so exciting. When do you leave?”
I’ll admit, my enthusiasm for this was even alarming to even me but you have to understand, every year he plans to go and schedules cross or he can’t get a car together in time.
The Chili Bowl, Turkey Night, The Hut Hundred...The Night before the 500...those were the races that got you noticed and into full-time rides. This was huge for his career to be able to go. As it was he was racing Bucky’s car and had a part-time sponsorship with Bowman Oil and a handful of other sponsors, but he funded his winged sprint car and that seemed to be what hewantedto run. If he had a good showing at an event like that, it could mean leaving there with sponsorship.
“If you would calm down for a minute I would tell you.”
“I can’t believe this!” I launched myself into his lap. “Does Jimi know?”
“Yeah, hey...listen...I wanted to know if you would come with me?” he smirked again.
“Come with you?To the Chili Bowl...like in Tulsa?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be there for a week...I thought it would be a good break for you and I would like you to come with me.”
“Like to Tulsa?” I repeated.
“Yes Sway.” He sighed. “Am I not explaining myself very well?”
“No, it’s just...you took me off guard.”
“So that’s a yes?”
I was silent for a few minutes and I had no idea what to say. Of course, I would go with him. I would have skipped school in a heartbeat but thank goodness my classes didn’t start just yet.
The Chili Bowl was only three weeks away and I almost thought I showed more enthusiasm for it than Jameson did that week in Vail.
It was fun being around the Riley family again, all of them. When I was with them, I felt as though I never left.
Jameson and I spent most of the time playing in the snow and trying to snowboard. This was one sport Jameson hadn’t mastered and neither had I. After that, the majority of the trip was spent in the hot tub nursing our sore bodies.
I had never laughed so much, ate so much, and been, well, been as horny as I was.
Everything Jameson didturnedme on. He breathed and I wanted to jump on top of him. He laughed and I wanted to hump his leg, he smiled and I nearly died. But it wasn’t just that I was horny. Everything he did was enduring. He looked at me, I fell deeper; he kissed me and I melted.
I never thought anything of the kissing because ever since Jameson and I were little, we kissed. When we saw each other after a long departure, we kissed. When we got drunk, we kissed. It never escalated to anything of substance because he always stopped. I wouldn’t have stopped. Most girls would have gotten mixed emotions but I knew Jameson well enough to know that it wasn’t that he had romantic feelings but that he was just horny. I didn’t care. Should have, but didn’t. I would take anything he was willing to offer, that’s how truly pathetic I was.
By Christmas, I was wondering how in the hell I was going to make it another week and then be in Tulsa with him.
We spent New Year’s Eve together and watched Lane while Alley and Spencer did god knows what behind closed doors. Lane was a hoot and definitely part of the Riley family. He thought his uncle Jameson was pretty cool, in turn, Jameson thought he was pretty cool.
I could see a lot of Spencer in Lane. The kid loved to laugh whereas Jameson was serious and contemplative natured. I wondered what a baby Jameson would be like, preferably mixed with my genes.
