Page 136 of Trading Paint
What would happen if I did?
All the times we’d been like this with each other, she never stopped me and that scared me. If I instigated it, she went with it. If I pulled away, so didshe. After a few minutes, I was ready to ask for more, take more, andohdid I want more.
Her body moved against mine in a desperate way pulling me against her. Her soft hands swept over my shoulders and down the contours of my back. I let a whimper pulling her hard against me. My mouth moved from its place against her neck back to her warm lips, moving frantically. Lust began drowning any rational thoughts I had about this and I was scrambling to gain control.
Her arousal was evident, as was mine but how could I take this from her?
This would change everything. The worst part about it was she was leaving in a few weeks. It wouldn’t be anything more than what I had with other women and I wanted more from Sway. I didn’t want a one-time thing. Did she?
No, she couldn’t want that.
Unconsciously, my hand moved from her breast to the button of my jeans and she moaned arching against me. I froze, that moan made me comprehend what exactly was happening. I couldn’t do this. She deserved better. She wasn’t just another pit lizard. This was Sway, my best friend.
I moved my hand from her waist to run through her hair lightly skimming the apple of her cheek. My gentle touch elicited a moan of pleasure from her.
It was hard to pull away. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and her hips moving against mine. I briefly contemplated just giving her pleasure but I also knew I wouldn’t stop. It’d been almost a year since I’d been with anyone and I was close already just by her hips wiggling against mine. I also knew that seeing her pleasure, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself and she was far too willing.
Miraculously, with some herculean self-control, I managed to pull away from her.
It took me a moment to calm my need and hormones but I did and finally looked down at her. Sway’s cheeks were flushed—her eyes half closed as she scrambled to sit up. “Sorry.” She mumbled running her hand through her long hair once.
I sighed heavily.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sorry. I always attack you.”
“Well I’m not any better—you didn’t see me stopping you.”
“True.” I smiled.
We were both silent for a few minutes before I chuckled. No matter how hard I tried, I wanted her—it was undeniable.
“Are you tired?” I asked trying to turn the focus from my desire.
“Yeah,” she yawned.
“Come here.” I motioned for her to come closer. “You can sleep here.”
We did sleep. Surprisingly we only slept. I forgot how nice it felt to have her in my arms and the fact that she came to see me, made it so much better.
I barely had any time with all my sponsorship obligations but in the evenings I was able to hang out with Sway. The trip was so unexpected for her that she didn’t have time to get a hotel room so she stayed in the motor coach with me. I wasn’t complaining.
Tommy ended up sleeping on the couch a few nights before getting a hotel room with the rest of the team. I wasn’t the easiest person to stay with. Luckily, Sway found humor in my OCD tendencies, Tommy did not.
We hung out by the motor coach at night, usually Cal, my motor coach driver, cooked dinner for us. He was awesome. Anything you could dream of wanting to eat was stocked in the motor coach for us. Cal could throw down some wicked meals at the drop of a hat too. For a group of guys like ours, it was appreciated.
There wasn’t a lot of privacy between the motor coaches, but it also provided a sense of comradeship between the drivers.
Much like the team haulers, the motor coaches lined up side-by-side each other in the compound (different from the paddock where the haulers are located) which is a secured area for the drivers to stay that you had to show special passes to get in and don’t ever forget your pass.
Even if you are a well-known driver and dressed in a racing suit, they will not let you in without that pass. I did this once racing in the Busch series. I was not happy that I was dressed in my uniform and they still wouldn’t let me in just because I forgot my pass. I ended up having Spencer go get my pass. He took his sweet ass time and then when I showed the pass to the official, he made sure he called to the NASCAR hauler to make sure it was legit.
I wasn’t impressed.
The week seemed to fly by and before I knew if, it was time for the Duel 125’s that Thursday night.
I did good, placed fourth, which gave me a good start for the 500 on Sunday. Now I needed to prepare myself. This was the biggest race of my career. I knew that, as did everyone else, including the media but they had this habit of reminded me all week; everyone but Sway.
She was just there, constantly assuring me I could do this and offering her advice when I asked for it. Bobby and Tate were there too, offering up any pointers they had and helping me with drafting throughout the practice sessions. Like I said before, drafting was an art.
