Page 99 of The Champion
He never waited for your answer before he dove into thenext question, much like me. “Sprint cars have a one-piece rear axle connectingthe left and right rear wheel and don’t have differentials. So if you have bothtires the same size and with the high compression ratios, the car would end upin the fence as soon as you hit turn one.” He seemed to understand so Icontinued. “Do you remember when we went to Knoxville Nationals this last summerand Grandpa Jimi was adjusting the stagger on his car?”
“Yeah,” his brow furrowed together while he listenedintently. His head tipped to one side slightly contemplating everything I’djust told him.
“At Knoxville they’re known for a dryer slick track meaningyou don’t need as much stagger as you’d need at Elma or Cottage Grove where theclay is thicker and resembles almost a mud consistency.”
Once we made it back to the house for the birthday party,Axel had asked every question he could think of when it came to stagger andruts.
I remember being the exact same way. At his age, Idreamed of racing non-stop so I understood.
“How’d it go?” Sway asked once she found me in the familyroom of our Summit Lake home.
We offered to hold the party here since Charlie’s oldhouse that Andrea and Van were living in was nowhere near big enough for ourexpanding families.
Wrapping my arms around her swollen belly, I breathed ina deep breath. I enjoyed the time away from racing during the winter months formoments just like this, knowing I’d be able to wake up beside my wife and nothave to leave for another track. Instead, tomorrow we’d be going on a smallvacation, just the two of us.
“It went good,” I finally answered when she slapped myhand that I had placed on her ass away.
“Behave.” She told me tapping her index finger to mynose. “We have kidsandpeople everywhere.”
“There are kids and people everywhere.” I had to remindher before pulling her into the bathroom just off our kitchen. “That’s neverstopped us before.”
“At some point, I’d like to have my body back from havingyour kids.”
Smirking, I took a firm grasp on her ass. “You’re reallyto blame for that.”
Her right hand rose quickly and punched my left shoulder,the one I’d just had surgery on a few weeks back when I separated it in a crashat Talladega early in the year.
My brutal glare stopped her before she gave in a muttereda “sorry.” It was still very sore.
“You were saying?”
“Nothing...Iwasn’t saying anything. What did you want?”
“You,” I tipped my head toward her.
“No, not happening.” Her eyes widened when I cornered heragainst the wall. “We have a party going on out there.”
“Like I give a shit about that,” I kissed along her jawbefore I slowly swept my tongue along her bare collarbone. Her arms tightenedaround my neck and I knew I’d won.
Having sex while your wife was eight months pregnant wasdifficult but in a tiny bathroom it was damn near impossible and Sway was nothelping by moaning wildly.
Just at the point where I’d be moaning myself, Aidenknocked on the door.
“Hey Jameson, are you in there?”
Shit, do I lie?
“Uh, yeah dude.” Sway’s horrified eyes met minefrantically. “I’ll be out in just a minute.”
He laughed. I’m sure he knew exactly what was going downin here.
“We need to stop this.” Her attempts at pushing me awayended when my fingers grazed her ignition switch.
“You were saying?” I leaned in to capture her lips withmy own.
Her whimper when my tongue entered her mouth confirmed shedidn’t want this to end.
“Shut up.” She told me with a scowl. “I was telling youto shut up.”
