Page 150 of The Legend
I couldn’tfocus. All I could think about, Jameson knew the reaction I had to knowing hehad touched himself for pleasure, and it didn’t take long with his deburringskills of a seasoned machinist.
When heknew I had been satisfied, he was crawling up me and crying out in pleasure ofhis own not more than a few seconds later.
Rolling tothe side, he sighed. “I feel better.”
“I can’tget the image of you bleeding your pressure valve out of my head.” I saidshaking my head as I threw my arms over my face. “Now I’m not going to be ableto concentrate the rest of the day.”
We werelaying there for about two minutes when he looked over at me and grinned. “Ihave to say, it was incredibly sexy seeing you watch porn, but also the mostadorable sight I have ever seen was you wearing that black hoodie over yourhead.” His shoulder shook with giggles, his eyes crinkled at the edges. Helooked so much like himself now it was easy to think the accident had neverhappened. But it had and we couldn’t forget that. “If I wouldn’t have been soturned on, I would have laughed.”
“I’m gladI could amuse you.”
I managedto get him out of our bed and on our way to the shop but it was difficult forboth of us. Especially after him admitting he dreamt of me.
“Nice of youto show up,” Alley welcomed us with a bitter smile.
MelissaChilders, Jameson’s business manager, who was next to Alley, kept her eyes downbut I saw the corners of her mouth tugging into a smile. She knew.
“What’sthe purpose of these meetings?” Jameson said slouching beside me as we seatedaround the table.
OnlyJameson could say that and get away with it.
“Why do Ihave to sit here too? Why can’t you just take notes for me and I’ll take anap.” His hand found my thigh when Alley was talking with Melissa and goingover the appearances Jameson had scheduled for the next two days. We were setto leave tonight and it would be non-stop media until the race, I was sure ofit.
Jameson’shand on my inner thigh was creeping north. “I’m exhausted after the last twodays.” He breathed in my ear moving my hair aside. “You really know how to runan engine lean.”
He wasworking on assembly prep and those in the room knew it.
Alleycleared her throat and kicked him under the table. “Knock it off Jameson.”
He mutteredsomething under his breath tossing his pen at her defiantly.
Just topiss Alley off, his hand found my thigh again. I wiggled away knowing I wouldattack him if he kept it up.
I had afeeling why Simplex Shocks andSprings, Jameson’sprimary sponsor for the Cup series, called this meeting and so did Jameson.Knoxville Nationals was approaching and they knew Jameson was itching to getback to racing. Would he race sprint cars again? I wasn’t sure. Since theaccident he hadn’t mentioned it.
Ed Sharp,the new president with Simplex, made the trip from Bloomington where they werebased out of, and set his black briefcase on the table. Jameson glanced up athim but said nothing but offering a head nod.
Some maythink that was rude but if you understood Jameson, you understood that wasn’tfrom arrogance. He was cautious. And those that understood him—respected thatside of him after everything he had been through recently.
I knew Edwanted to speak with Jameson privately so when Alley and Melissa finished theirpublicity talk, we got up to leave them alone.
“That’sall right Sway, you may stay.” Ed said reaching for my arm. “I need to talk toJameson and I understand that he wishes for you to stay.”
Jamesongave a nod to me to sit back down so I did.
“Jameson,we understand Knoxville Nationals is approaching and we are requesting that youdo not race. We have let this go on for far too long.” Ed announced to Jamesonwho was slouched in the chair next to me, his attention more on the pen in hishand than the words being spoken to him. “We can’t risk it anymore. You eitherstop racing sprint cars all together,” Jameson finally looked up when Edpaused, his stare losing focus. “…or we pull sponsorship from the Cup team.”
There wasno response or outright form of objection from Jameson other than another nod.
AsJameson, and me, began to stand, Ed spoke again. “There’s something else wewould like to discuss with you and Sway.”
InstantlyI knew where this was going. Melissa warned me.
FOX Sportshad approached her about documenting Jameson’s recovery and the progression ofthe season after coming back from such a horrific injury. Jameson declined theoffer when FOX Sports originally proposed it. He also declined it when SPEEDproposed it as well.
Ed wasgoing to attempt to persuade him.
“We thinkthat it would be beneficial for your fans to see your progress and thelifestyle that you live. It’s not every day a champion of their sport defeatsall odds and returns to racing mere months after nearly being killed.”
