Page 141 of Trading Paint
The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Austin who moved on to converse with a group of girls gathered near Tate’s motor coach.
So he doesn’t leave with pit lizards, he makes out with me and shows possession? Can you say confused?
Jameson and I left soon after that to walk back toward his motor coach. I could tell a lot was on his mind. My first plan to distract him backfired and in fear his tenuous good mood would get worse, I decided to talk racing and asked him if he thought his car could win tomorrow.
“Yeah—probably,” His said, disinterested. “It’s fast in the draft.” I thought he would say more but he just shrugged his shoulders.
By the time we got back to his motor coach, Casten was on his second wind and had his flask back. I wondered how Nana kept up with the old bastard at home.
Spencer’s eyes lit up when he saw us.“Natalie asked me how you were.”
“Spencer, not now,” Jameson groaned.
Natalie? Who’s Natalie?I thought to myself, my stomach churning. Here I was just moments ago provoking a pit lizard and now when another one is mentioned, I become terrified.
I’m such a girl that it is revolting.
“She left her phone number,” Spencer snickered handing him a napkin. He crumbled it up and tossed in the garbage next to the food table without looking.
“Who’s Natalie?” I asked hesitantly taking a seat. I tried to play it off like I wasn’t interested but I’m sure it didn’t appear that way, my face was reasonably flushed and prickly feeling. I could feel the heat radiating off myself.
“No one,” Jameson replied sitting next to me, his thigh touching mine. “She’s no one.” When he finally glanced over at me his look of honesty had me once again questioning his intention.
“Oh, come on, Jameson.” Spencer teased. “You remember her...the freaky one from California?” all the guys started laughing as Spencer wiggled his eyebrows.
“Can we not do this right now?” Jimi took a drink of his whiskey shaking his head. “I don’t think I want to hear any of this.”
Nancy, Emma and Alley had left with Lane leaving me and the guys standing around.
“I agree.” Jameson nodded and I could tell that he was trying not to look at me again. “Let’s not talk about this right now.”
“What are you doing Grandpa?” Spencer asked when Casten slapped the back of his head.
“That’s for being stupid.” He remarked in disgust. “Jameson obviously doesn’t want everyone to know who he’s been align boring.” Jameson shot out of the chair and locked the door behind him.
Later, as in two hours later, he let me in because all my stuff was in there but he didn’t speak to anyone the rest of the night and insisted I sleep in his bed with him.
“Aren’t you mad?” I asked timidly crawling into bed with him.
“Yes, I’m mad but I’m also tired.” He grumbled tweaking his pillow the way he liked it. “Now let’s sleep. I’ll be mean in the morning.”
“Oh goody,”
He was quiet for a moment before leaning over and pulling me against him. His hand cupped my cheek. “Don’t do that to me again. I don’t want those girls.” His voice was drowsy, his eyes half closed. “I don’t want them.” He repeated and then let his eyes close, his beautiful thick lashes casted shadows over his cheeks. I ran my fingers over the rough edges of the stubble of his jaw.
So he slept and I contemplated what I had just done. I don’t know why I tested him like that and if he would have left with Veronica, I would have cried. I could only presume I did this out of pure curiosity. I wanted to see if he was presented the opportunity to leave with a girl, would he take it. During our summer, he would have left with her. Now, he didn’t seem to show any interest in other women. He glanced, but that was as far as he ever took it and never anything more than a quick glance.
Did this mean something?
I watched him sleep for an hour. He was on his stomach clad in just pair of black boxer briefs, his arms curled under a pillow. Every muscle in his body was sculpted to perfection and I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of the exposed skin, tasting him. I wanted to rape the pour boy for Christ sakes.
Grumbling to myself, I turned the other way in fear I’d attack him. Images of our hot make-out session the night I arrived replayed in my mind.
The way his body felt hovering over mine. The way his camshaft felt against me. I knew he wanted more, it was obvious but he stopped. He always pulled away, collecting himself before things advanced which made me think he didn’t want this. That might have been why I tested him with Mariah.
That was stupid Sway.
“I know.” I told myself. It was around four in the morning before I finally fell asleep but even then, I dreamt of all the things I wanted to do to him and all the things I wished like hell I had the nerve to tell him.
