Page 7 of The Legend
“Oh yeah,I got stress baby,” Sway moaned bucking her hips into me.
I stoppedwhen I heard a thump at the door. We were now sprawled on our bedroom floorkicking the remainder of our clothes aside and pushing boxes out of our way.“You better have locked that fucking door,” I told Sway harshly not willing tostop. Whoever, and I prayed it wasn’t our kids, was on the other side of thatdoor would get one hell of a show.
Betweenour breathing and my grunting, we didn’t hear any more noises.
With increasedmovements, our bearings were carrying equal loads.
“Jesus,”Sway panted resting her head against my chest as my breathing slowed, “you’dthink after eighteen years it wouldn’t feel so amazing.”
“Ohplease, I’m the champ, remember?”
Sheslapped my chest and sat up, my hand trailed down her back over the tattoo shehad on her spine. Smiling, I read the scripture silently as if a reminder towhat we’d been through over the years.
“I doremember,” she kissed my arm before standing to slip on my t-shirt; “You’repractically a legend.”
Justbefore we moved a pile of clothes from the bed and onto the floor, Sway’s cellphone that she had found in the bathroom, chirped with a text message.
“Thatlittle shit,” she smiled shaking her head.
“What?” Iset the alarm knowing I had to be at the sprint car shop in the morning to meetGrady, our new fabrication specialist with JAR Racing.
“Casten issuspended for a week for that stunt today.”
I saidnothing. Damn kids.
2.Back it In – Jameson
Back it In– Term used to describe a non-winged sprint cars’ entry into a corner. The carenters the turn in a slide with the rear of the car leading the front of thecar.
Everymorning that I woke in bed with my wife was a good morning. So many times, withthe crazy schedule we had, I was waking up alone and I didn’t like it. Now thatthe kids were getting older, it was nice, on days like today, where there werejust a few things on our schedule and we didn’t have to worry about them today.Next week I had to leave for Daytona and Sway was needed in Elma at GraysHarbor Raceway track that we co-owned.
“You readyfor this season?” Sway asked rolling onto my chest. Her light breathing evenedout as I drew the sheets higher.
I kissedalong her collarbone, my mouth lingering in all the places I loved to pay extraattention to. Like right behind her ear, or that spot where her hip bone metthe softer less prominent subtle skin of her stomach. I loved every inch of mywife but did find pleasure in a few areas I knew could send her body intooverdrive.
“Youdidn’t answer my question,” she spoke again when I didn’t answer and kept pacewith my kisses. Eventually she sprawled against my chest again and listened tomy breathing. My fingertips traced the outline of her ribs.
I shruggedwith indifference and a lazy smile. Her fingertips brushed over my chesttattoo, the one that matched the scripture on her spine; that I had gotten overthe winter. “I’m always ready for racing.”
As racers,we didn’t live our lives by the calendar year but by the racing season, whichstarted in February and ended in late November. Our lives, as well as the livesaround us, all lived the life created by the adrenaline and speed. I guaranteeyou; none of us would argue that. It was our way of life. The life we wanted.
“You leaveon Tuesday, right?”
“Yeah,” Ifocused on her eyes when she looked at me. Beautiful, emerald, understandingand loving green gazed back. “Tuesday I’m flying to Barberville and then I’llbe with the boys celebrating Van’s birthday on Wednesday. I should be back lateThursday sometime.”
Swaysmiled when I changed positions. She looked up at me hovering over her again,“and then your mom’s birthday next week...”
“Andtesting,”
“...then Speedweeks,” Sway finished for me, herhands found my shoulders as her index finger ran over the scar from my shouldersurgery.
“And so itbegins...” My breath blew across her face. A loosestrand of her hair fell to the side.
Leaningforward, I kissed her lips wondering when she’d want to leave this racing onthe edge lifestyle behind. Would she want this forever?
KnowingSway, I knew the answer before I even asked.
“Youready?”
