Page 172 of The Champion
“I think that might improve my mood.” His hands movedfrom mine to behind his head. “Let’s see what you got.”
I gave my dirty heathen some of the best micro polishingI could.
Lowering myself down his body, his eyes lit up when I gothis jeans undone. The rolled back when I went to work and they squeezed tight,his legs stiffened, and he squirmed a little when he met his rev limit.
When I finished, I was a tad breathless and crawling uphim. “How’s the mood now?”
Jameson chuckled, slightly breathless as well. I feltpretty good about my efforts there.
“Much better honey,” His arms reached out to pull meclose to him, holding me tightly against his chest. He was quiet for a whilebefore he whispered into my hair. “Every year...”his head shook. “It never gets easier. It’s the same shit. Same fucking storythey always wanna print.”
“Do you ever think about walking away?” Deep down, I knewhe never did but I decided to test the water. Stick a toe in so to speak.
“No.” his response was immediate. “I can’t imagine notracing.”
And he couldn’t. When I thought about Jameson, Iimmediately thought of racing. The two went hand-in-hand.
The season went on much the way it had in the past withJameson and Paul never getting any better at communicating. But every week wejust chalked it up to two hungry drivers. That’s all any of this was and youcouldn’t read into it too much.
Darlington Strip – Jameson
I’ve pointed this out before but pit lizards these dayswere constantly looking for new ways to get at me. The more I won, the worse itgot. The older I got, the more they swarmed me. You’d think getting older woulddeter them but no. Rumor has it; I got better with age. At least that’s what mywife told me.
So in October when I walked into my hotel room while inLas Vegas for the race, I wasn’t entirely surprised to see a woman in my room.This wasn’t the first time this happened. I once woke up with one naked in bedwith me only to find out my goddamn brother had bets with Colin Shuman shecouldn’t get into the room to actually get naked. It was a complete misunderstandingand could have been a disaster if Sway didn’t believe me, but she did.
“Jameson, please,” the womanbegged when I told her to get out. “God you are so hot!” She was completelynaked, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her legs around my waist.
I struggled against her graspbut I’ll give her credit, she was stronger than she looked which is probablyhow she got past security.
“You need to let go, now!” myarms fought to get her away. “Get off me.”
“Just give in. Your wife will neverknow.”
Oh fuck!
Sway had the room key and Itold her to meet me in here.Oh goddamn it.
“Get off me!” I roared at thewomen and gave one final tug to her body as she crashed to the ground, naked. Iquickly averted me eyes, not that I even found her attractive anyway.
“No, no, no, no.” I gripped myhair. “This can’t be happening.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Go away,” I said with a shakybreath and knelt on the ground so that I didn’t collapse.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“I said go away. You shouldn’thave been in here!” My chest vibrated with such a growl that I almost soundedlike something from a safari. “Get the fuck out of my room, right now.”
“You’re a jackass,” she huffedand stomped out slamming the door behind her.
My breathing was to the pointof gasping, and all I could think about was Sway.
Do I tell her?
What do I say?
I tried to shut the questionsup in my head, but they kept coming. When I glanced up, I saw Sway standing inthe doorway. “What happened in here?” she asked, her lips pursed as she saw thesheets and blankets ripped from the bed.
