Page 18 of The Legend
Watchingin the mirror to the side was enough to send me over the edge quickly. Sway hada way with micro polishing. This is what we, as in my wife and I, called ablowjob. If you think about it, micro polishing is a process that involves polishingthe cam to improve mileage, durability and performance. Knowing the process,it’s hard not to associate it with a blowjob but...ohfuck, who cares?
Sway’smotions took on a new determination and I lost that train of thought. Who careshow it compares. It just does. My mind gave way and desires became my onlythoughts.
Eventuallythe tension of the day subsided and the sensations rose to the surface. Swayknew my reactions when I was close and wrapped her hands around my thighs totake me into her mouth farther. I lost it completely.
She lookedup at me with flushed cheeks and cherry red lips. “Now, win for me.”
Reachingfor her arms, I pulled her up my body and slumped against the counter. “How amI going to win...” my arms circled around her bringing herflush against me, pants still around my ankles, “when you just did that? I’mexhausted.”
“You’vewon more races than any other driver in the history of this sport and you’reforty-one, I’m sure you’ll get it together.”
Sway drewherself away as I reached for my jeans. We parted ways not long after that butI did promise to repay the favor tonight to which she assured me she would beholding me to it.
“I’m gladyou made it,” I said kissing her forehead before exiting the motor coachdressed in my racing suit.
She smiledtaking a long gaze down my body.
“Arie wasarrested last night. Just sprung the little shit before we came here.”
I stoppedmid-step looking back at her over my shoulder, “Seriously?”
Swaynodded.
Nowadayswith Axel racing on his own and gone most of the time, Arie usually wantednothing to do with us on the weekends. Casten was always with Sway butsometimes he took off to the track with Axel. That didn’t happen often, as Swaydidn’t like him hanging out with Tommy and Willie.
Daytonawas never a race Casten missed, too many girls.
As throngsof those said girls passed by, I noticed Casten sitting outside the motor coachas Sway and I talked about Arie.
He lookedup at us. “Thank god you’re done. I’m starving.”
Castenpushed his way inside to retrieve a sandwich and then came back out to sit inthe chairs outside watching the girls. Casten had a way with girls that mostfourteen year old boys didn’t have. They loved him to the point of obsession.
“Rememberthat boy who said he didn’t want a girlfriend?” Sway asked wrapping her armsaround my waist and tucking herself under my shoulder.
Castenkicked his legs out slouching in the chair. “I don’t recall saying anything ofthat nature.”
“You did.”I sat next to him. He rolled his eyes uninterested. “Why was Arie arrested?”
“Ask her,”he shrugged keeping a close eye on a group of young blonde’s wearing bikinis.
Afterfinishing his sandwich, he stood, “Good luck today.”
“Stay outof the pits Casten!” Sway yelled after him.
“Toolate,” he called back sprinting the other direction so she couldn’t catch him.
“I don’tknow why I bring those little shits with me,” she said taking a seat on my lap.
Arie andLexi approached us, as I was getting ready to head to the grid. Spencer hadpulled up in the golf cart and looked at his daughter about the same as I waslooking at mine. Denial they were old enough to be wearing what they werewearing. I wasn’t impressed and threw a Simplex Shock andSpringssweatshirt at her. “Put that on.”
Arierolled her eyes and hung the shirt over her bare shoulders but didn’t put iton.
Tate andBobby walked up jumping on the back of the golf cart wanting to hitch a ridewhen I noticed Easton trailing close behind. He offered my daughter a shysmile. I knew they knew each other from Axel and Easton racing USAC together.
“Let’sgo.” Spencer ignored the girls and nodded to the track.
I stoppedbeside Arie and leaned against her shoulder. “We will be discussing your arresttonight.”
