Black Flag (Racing on the Edge) (21 page)

It’s sad that Spencer
needed babysitting but completely justifiable.

“Fuck Jameson! How the
hell did this happen?” I started to panic. “I was only gone for thirty minutes.
You guys were supposed to come right back
here
!”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you know anything?”
I knew this would get me nowhere but I had to try.

“I don’t know.”

“Jesus Christ Jameson!”
I threw my arms up in the air pacing my dimly lit room.

“It’ll be okay
...
” He mumbled covering his face with his
hands to block out the light coming into my room from the sun rising. “We’ve
lost Spencer before.”

“Nothing about this is
okay!”

This was bad, really
bad. Alley would kill me if we found him naked again. She had a strict rule
when she left last night, no letting him get naked and dance around but her
number one rule,
don’t
lose him. And what did we do?
We lost him.

Jameson groaned. “I
think I was drugged.”

I slapped him across
the face.

“
You
were not.
You
are allergic to crab.
You
ate crab last night. I gave
you
some
Benadryl. But what did
you
do?
You
took it upon yourself to drink
the entire fucking bottle when I went to the bathroom and then chased it with
an entire bottle of Jack Daniels.”

I had to emphasize this
was his fault, not mine.

“I can’t believe I ate
crab.” He looked confused. “I’m allergic to it.”

“No shit,” was my only
response for him.

I continued to rant
picking up Jameson’s jeans to search his pocket for his cell phone. Maybe
Spencer called.

When I did this,
Jameson screamed. “No!” and lunged for me.

What the fuck would be
so important in the pocket of his jeans?

“What?” I asked
throwing the jeans as we landed on my bed when he tackled me. The jeans land on
the floor with a thud. Obviously, something was in his pocket. “What’s so
important in your pants? Is Spencer in there?”

“No
...
I just
...
nothing.” his eyes seemed to be begging me not to pry.
“It’s nothing.”

“It is something or
else you wouldn’t have just gone all apeshit on me for snooping through your
pockets.”

“I said it was nothing.
Leave it alone.”

“You’re such an
asshole.” I pushed against his chest.

He rolled away with a
frustrated groan. “Yeah,” his tone was laced with sarcasm. “I’m an asshole.”

He pushed himself from
the bed to pick up his jeans and then walked into my bathroom, slamming the
door behind him.

“What a jerk.” I
mumbled mostly to myself.

I was about to go after
Jameson and yell at him for being a jerk when my cell phone rang. It was Alley.

Shit. Do I pick it up?
Yes you should. If you
ignore her, it will only make things worse.

“Hey Alley,” I answered
softly on the verge of tears but kept some enthusiasm in my tone.

“Sway,” She wasn’t
pleased. “
where
the fuck is Spencer?”

“Uh
...
what do you mean? Isn’t he with you?” I
hindered.

“No! He’s not with me.”
Alley paused and then added, “But what’s even more confusing is why the Grays
Harbor County Sheriff just called me to tell me they have my husband detained
for indecent exposure!”

At least they found
him.

“I well
...
um—”

“Goddamn it Sway! I
asked you to watch him last night and you couldn’t even do that. What in the
hell were you doing? Let me guess, you were fucking up against the wall with
Jameson again.”

“I wasn’t I—”

“Save it Sway, I have
to go pick up my husband now.” Then she hung up.

That sent me over the
edge
...
I started crying.
Nothing was going my way and Jameson was hiding something from me. Alley hated
me. Charlie was crazy. What next?

I stood there, staring
out my bedroom window when I noticed bodies lying in the backyard. I got
excited to think it might be Spencer and this might have been just a big misunderstanding
with the Sheriff but no, it was not. At a closer look, I realized it was Emma
and Aiden.

Aiden had boxer shorts
on, nothing else. Emma had her bra and underwear on, but nothing else with
Aiden’s lasso from last night wrapped around her waist. And they were spooning.

I was being
mean
, I guess, but I was upset. So I grabbed a bucket of
water and dumped it off my second story balcony onto them. They were absolutely
no help last night in keeping track of Spencer and that bucket of cold water made
me feel slightly better about it.

Alley went down to the
station to get Spencer. He had in fact been arrested, for indecent exposure.
The Sheriff found him naked skinny-dipping with the mascot in the town
fountain, in front of the sheriff’s station because guess who bet him he
wouldn’t do it?

Jameson.

Apparently Jameson
found out who the mascot was and bet Spencer he wouldn’t get naked with a
mascot bear and go skinny-dipping. Jameson never played fair.
Ever.
Not that anything happened with Spencer and Dana, she
was completely clothed but Spencer, he was not.

Alley was pissed.

When Alley came by the
house before they flew out that morning, I could hear Spencer yelling at
Jameson while I puked again.

“What the fuck dude?
You could have told me who the mascot was! I thought it was Justin so when
Justin giggled
...
I realized it wasn’t
him and ran from her, right into the Sheriff.”

“Slipped my mind I
guess.” Jameson mumbled. His voice sounded off. Maybe he was still upset.

Spencer didn’t seem too
pleased either when Jameson said, “Like I give a shit.”

Later that night,
Jameson came into my room. I’d holed myself up in here away from Alley and
Spencer and my crazy dad. He was explaining to the Lucifer twins the difference
between a fork and a
spork
.
Apparently there was a difference.

“I was a jerk.” Jameson
confessed drawing me near him. “Sometimes I’m an asshole, but it doesn’t mean I
don’t love you.” He pulled back to look at me, his eye brow arched. “You get
that I’m saying I’m sorry, right?” He asked taking my face in his hands. He
leaned in, lying us down on my mattress, as his hands roamed over my body.

“You yelled at me for
no reason. Now you come in here wanting sex before you leave. That seems
backwards.”

“Of course I came back.
I’m always going to come back. That’s what boyfriends do—besides being
assholes. We come back and beg for forgiveness that we don’t deserve. And then
we want to relieve pressure and do some dyno testing to ensure our engines are
strong.” He waggled his eyebrows.

And
oh my god
did
we dyno test. If you’re not familiar with a dyno test, it’s a powerful engine
simulator program that will test your engine’s horsepower, torque and a number
of other factors as well.
It’s
constant force and
constant speed designed to test the engines power.

I was sweating,
panting, and trying like hell to keep my eyes open during the testing but it
wasn’t easy. I was embarrassed for myself on how short of breath I was. Just
when I thought the dyno testing couldn’t get much more conclusive, he wrapped
his arm low and tight around my hips and flipped us over, without slipping out.
He had talent with this particular test.

Jameson was panting
hard and thrusting even harder. I moaned and whore moaned, desperately trying
to keep my eyes open for him, but it was difficult when I couldn’t see a damn
thing anyway. I clung to him, and anything behind me, and myself, but I
couldn’t stay still.

So I couldn’t see and I
couldn’t stop moving, and I wished I could just calm down but I couldn’t
because it was so incredible. He wasn’t kidding when he said he needed to
relieve some pressure. I had half the mind to piss him off on a regular basis
so we could do this more often.

“Sway
...
Oh god
...
” he moaned or growled; I wasn’t entirely sure.

He changed our position
rather suddenly, his arms hooking behind my knees, pulling my ass up higher as
he pinned his hands down on the bed.

“Jameson
...
” I cried repeatedly, then again, and
again, and again until I shoved my mouth over his just to shut myself up. I’m
sure the entire the house could hear me by now but I didn’t care.

His mouth worked hard
over mine, his hips thrusting with just the right force, just the right speed,
just the right
...
hot damn.

I saw stars.

Jameson groaned this
long, deep, painful sounding grunt that took my breath away.

It did nothing for my
concentration.

“Holy fuck,” Jameson
gasped bringing me back to reality, moaning repeatedly as he started to jerk
above me. His movements shorten to almost no movement at all, but it was
perfect.

Wrapping his arms
around me, his chest slid slickly over mine. Still breathing hard, I opened my
eyes to find him. He was lying next to me, lazily grinning as he stroked his
finger back and forth over my upper abdomen.

“That was
...
” My voice faded staring into his
vibrant green eyes.

“Good?” he asked with a
smug smirk. “Jameson four. Sway three?”

I exhaled dropping my
head back and ignoring his stupid tally. “I don’t think
good
does
that
justice?”

“You’re welcome,” he
chuckled with a hint of arrogance.

“What about the dirty
heathen?”

“It definitely was,” he
assured, leaning in to kiss me. “It was also the most destructive sex I’ve ever
had. Including that time in my closet,”

Destructive?

When I looked around, I
realized that my bed was basically stripped of its covers. Pillows were
everywhere, the blanket and sheets were bunched up on either side of us, pulled
from their places. And the nightstand was tipped over, the lamp that usually
sits on it broken on the floor.

“How the fuck did I
manage that?” I asked in disbelief that I did all this to my own room.

Jameson laughed,
shaking his head. “I don’t have any idea. You kicked the other one over as
well.”

I groaned, sitting up
to see that the other nightstand was indeed dumped over on its side. The
picture that usually hangs on the wall beside my bed was hanging crookedly and
I had also yanked the curtains off the nearest window.

“Jesus Christ,” I
mumbled. “My room is a mess.”

“I’m feeling rather
proud at the moment,” he said, stretching cockily out on his back, all his
naked glory there for me to ogle. I rolled on top of him with a laugh, wrapping
his arms around me.

“Ready for round two?”
he asked with a huge smirk.

Before we could start
round two, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Jesus!” Logan shouted.
“Stop already! Some of us, as in me and my brother, are trying to sleep!”

Gasket – Jameson

When I was thirteen,
what stressed me out the most was if I would get to race the next weekend.
Somewhere along the lines that changed and suddenly I was an adult and I could
decide for myself when I would race and didn’t have to worry if I got in
trouble during the week. I knew I could still race even though I smacked my
brother in the head with a tail pipe.

When
I was thirteen that wasn’t always the case.

The problem now, ten years
later, was that it was my job so really, it still wasn’t my decision.

It was my way of life.

I believe, and I
wouldn’t put much weight into that, being an adult, completely overrated.

Adulthood is fucking
stressful.

I had appearances, a sprint
car team, managed a track
and
was a full time Winston Cup driver. Talk
about responsibility. To me, the scariest part about all this responsibility
was when I screwed up and let an opportunity slip away.

What if I never got the
opportunity again?

My problem, I had no
idea when or how I was going to propose to Sway but I had to make it special, I
knew that much. It couldn’t be something where Aiden tied her down with a
lasso, or Spencer wrote a “fuck me” speech, or her accidentally finding the “fuck
me” note and the ring in my pocket.