Page 55 of The Legend
“Did yousleep with him?” Arie asked Lexi. It was my turn to gawk at my daughter.
“Arie”
“Whatmom?” Arie shrugged, squinting into the bright lights, she folded a t-shirt andthen set it on the pile with the rest of them. “I’m curious.”
“Oh yeah,”Lexi gushed with no reservations. “I liked his confidence.”
Alley gaveme a look of complete disgust. Our girls had sex lives and it wasn’tcomforting. I actually hated thinking about my little girl, or worse, my son’s,being sexually active.
“I hateknowing all these details.” Alley said with no amount of excitement.
“Word tothat,” I nodded watching our family. It made me smile to see us all like this,working together for our team, our open wheel team. Always ready for some goodside-by-side action.
It wasn’tlong before music was blaring from the infield and the stage was being set uplike this was some kind of rock concert. In all actuality, it could have beenwith the way they were followed.
A familiarsound echoed through the stands and across the track they called the MonsterMile, hence the name of the event, Monster Million.
The girlsand I closed down the merchandise trailer and walked from the paddock to theinfield where we finally found Cole, with Casten and Jacob, planning theiractivities for the night. Apparently they’d been told they could go on stagewhen the drivers were introduced.
“This isgonna be cool. I bet all those girls will talk to us now.” Cole said motioningto what looked to be a fucking cheer squad at cheer nationals.
“Why?”Casten snorted. “If they don’t like you now, theyain’tgonna later.”
Jamesonapproached me dressed in his racing suit now, sexy as ever. The black in thesuit always made his eyes look like they weren’t real. No one had grass greeneyes like that except two other boys, our two boys.
Let metell you a little about my husband over the years. When I first met Jameson, wewere eleven. Through high school, we were best friends. After high school waswhen my visions of this knobby kneed, compulsive boy who dominated any dirt trackwithin a hundred mile radius of Elma Washington, changed. His determination,his hunger, his eyes, all completed a package no women could ever resist. Neverbothering to calm his hair, he had that wild mess that they loved with richbrown shade that was slightly rusty in appearance and looped out into curls atthe ends. Like now, as he wore a white hat, the loops curled out under the hat.
Tall, withjust the right amount of muscle, he had a body honed to perfection. A charmingcaptivating smile that could capture anyone’s attention and the burning firethat marked his eyes sealed the deal. Well, for most women. I saw what wasbehind that fire. I saw Jameson Anthony Riley. A boy that went from yourhometown dirt track racer to a man who had his name engraved into fifteenNASCAR championship trophies and countless record books.
Because ofhis presence in the sport and the women that followed it, insecurities willbuild at a rapid pace at times like this if you let it. I didn’t let it.
The cloudshad rolled apart, the first glimpse of sun all day peeked through as we stoodin the infield. I knew Jameson was near when I head the crowd come to life.
He stoppedin front of me, his body in line with mine. Ignoring the crowd, something thatwas hard to do these days, Jameson ran his left hand up my arm until it reachedmy face. He cupped my cheek with one hand and then raised the other. Twofingers motioned for me to come closer.
NaturallyMama Wizard leaned in and he grinned, a perfect lopsided grin I’d grown tolove.
Thousandsof people were standing near us but we saw none of them.
“Honey,”he whispered in a low rasp drawing my attention only to him. Jameson’s voicehad always been slightly raspy but over the years it’d gotten more so to thepoint where it could send shivers down my spine just by saying hello. Lightningran through my veins, electrifying, his gaze caused sparks that lit the way toa place I knew well. It was like running at a Saturday night race at your hometrack.
He leanedforward slowly until his lips touched mine, a quick intake of breath, a coolbreeze on a hot day; it was exactly what I needed.
He pulledback a little, staring at my lips and a whoosh of air left his beautiful lips.
To anyoneelse around us, we were just two people. I was just a wife and he a husband,two people in love. To anyone else, it was just a moment.
To us, thetwo people wrapped up in the moment, it was everything in that moment. A holdonly a man and woman knew a hold that we knew.
His facedropped, his parted mouth met the curve of my neck. “I love you.” He murmured,his lips pausing at my ear. My hands ran over his shoulder, my fingers tracingthe logos of sponsors who trusted this man as much as I do. “And I love you,”
Over theyears, his demeanor and reactions to the fame have changed but he still wasn’tcomfortable with it. This, kissing me in public, wasn’t something he wascomfortable with either but he did it because moments like this were sometimesall that was left for us.
“Listen,if you fuck this up, I will fucking stab you.” It was that statement that burstus from our bubble.
“Casten!”I screeched slapping my sons shoulder.
“What?”Casten shot me a glare and then quickly reversed it when he realized who he wasdealing with. It might have had to do with Jameson giving him a look too. “Heneeds to be on his game. I’m not lying.” He turned to Cole again. “I will stabyou family or not.”
