Page 72 of Trading Paint
“Emma, watch your language.”
“What’s upasshats?” Was Spencer’s greeting to us.
Nancy shook her head. There was no hope for us. You’d think truckers raised us all but when you grow up at dirt tracks, cussing is part of the game. “He’s is a mood tonight.” Spencer said nodding to Jameson who was still signing autographs and glaring at another driver, Alex Reed.
“Isn’t that the kid that wrecked him in Dodge City back in June?”
“Yeah,” said Spencer before standing. “Come on Sway, he wants us to get him away from them.”
“When did he say that?”
“Five minutes after they surrounded him...I thought I’d take my time though.” Spencer found it funny when the women mauled him.
I shook my head. “And you two wonder why he’s such an asshole all the time.”
Later that night prior to the B-Feature Jameson found me inside his hauler avoiding the pit lizard convention outside. “Where have you been all night?” his voice was laced with tetchiness.
“I...was with your mom.”
“Oh, I didn’t know she was here.”
I wasn’t surprised he didn’t know. He’d barely been able to leave the hauler tonight and when he did there was a crowd surrounding him.
My eyes found his. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he let out an enervated sigh. This season had done a number on him. “Only six more weeks,”
“Yeah...then what?”
“Home for a few weeks and then off to California for Turkey Night and then back to Eldora in February.”
“Have you thought about Australia?”
Bucky had been pressuring him to go to Australia right after Turkey Night to race in their sprint car series for the winter. Sprint car and midget racing was huge down there.
“I don’t think I’m going to.Maybe next year.I just need to regroup.” He stepped closer and threw his arm around my shoulder. “You know,” he smirked. “I always race better when my good luck charm gives me a kiss.”
I giggled. “What kind of a friend would I be if I said no.”
“Clearly not a good one,”
“Fine...” I acted like this was no big deal but any time Jameson had kissed me these last few weeks, it was all I could do not rape him.
“Try to control your excitement just a little.” He derided.
“Oh, sorry,” I threw myself into a balls out kiss.
I knew anytime I put everything I had into our frequent boundary pushing, he panicked and pushed me away. I tested him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and wiped that goddamn smirk off his face. His tongue was the first to brush across my lower lip. Within seconds of his tongue entering my mouth he let out a groan and pushed me against the side of his hauler, his strong hands moved from my hips to my thighs and pulled me up around his waist.
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him and felt what I was doing to him. I was counting down the seconds before he put the brakes on and wrenchedhimselfaway but it took more time than usual. This time he let it go on and I was the one to stop. He needed to focus and not be doing this. Jameson had enough distractions lately and making out with his best friend should not be one of them.
“Jameson...” I breathed in his ear but he didn’t stop, instead he pushed me back further, grunting as his hips met mine. “Stop,” I said softly and I’m not sure he heard me because he didn’t stop.
I pushed against his shoulders only to have him push back against mine and wrap his arms around me tighter. He strained closer and moved his hips again.
As much as I enjoyed it, we did need to stop or I knew where this would be heading.
