Black Flag (Racing on the Edge) (34 page)

“What? Are you afraid
of ruining your image?” I giggled and he smirked.

“You’re horrible. Anyways,
I just want them to have a place, you know?”

“I get what you’re
saying dad, but you really should find out for sure, just so you know.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I
should talk to her about it.” His smile took on a distant memory. “You are so
much like your mother, you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

“She was irrational.
Always said exactly what was on her mind and if she wanted to do something, she
did it.” Charlie told me. “Like us getting married. She decided that morning
that we needed to get married and we did. Rachel never waited for anything. If
she wanted to know, she asked.”

I smiled. I always felt
like I never really knew my mom because really, I didn’t. I was six when she
died. At six, you barely know yourself, let alone anyone else. I felt bad for
the twins if Charlie really was their father because just like me, they’ll lose
him.

“So you and Jameson are
going to Vegas tonight?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.
Then we are flying to Key West for a night. You should come with us to Vegas.
Nancy and Jimi are coming.”

I wasn’t sure after his
pit lizard week if this was a good idea, but he seemed to enjoy himself, so why
not.

Charlie thought for a
long moment. “You know, I think I will. It might be the last time I get to
party. I’m going to go to Vegas.” He said proudly.

“Good.” I smiled but
deep down I was a little worried.

If I thought these last
few weeks with most of our families together was tough, I was in for a rude
awakening when we arrived in Las Vegas.

“Where did that come
from?” Jameson asked, his heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hotel.

“What?”

“Those,”

“Be more specific!”

“
Those
,” he
pointed toward my bag. “
have
you always had them and
if so, how come I’ve never seen them before?”

He was like a kid in a
candy store looking through my bag. I looked inside the suitcase to see what he
was pointing at, “No, those would be a product of shopping with the slut
mothers in Fredrick’s of Hollywood while you, Aiden, and Spencer were in the
liquor store.”

His brow furrowed as he
repeated, “Slut mothers?”

“Your sister and
Alley,”

Picking up the midnight
blue nighty, he asked, “Do I get to see this tonight?”

Holding it up, his
smirk appeared over the top peering at me with excitement.

“If you’re good,”

“
Mmm
...
” he came to stand behind me. When his
erection pressed against my ass, all my will power almost caved. “How about I
see it now,” he growled in my ear, his tongue darted out kissing my neck. “I
can’t wait. I don’t like waiting for anything.”

 “
Ain’t
that the fucking truth,” I turned and slapped at him
trying to get away but giggling. He picked me up, my legs instantly wrapped
around his waist.

“Looks like
this
is going to be getting in the way more and more
...
” A lopsided grin formed as he looked down at my belly
rubbing against his.

“Sorry.” I mumbled
dropping my legs from around his waist. “My pants are getting tight too.”

“I think it’s
adorable.” He replied kissing my forehead. “You look sexy.”

I rose up on my tippy
toes to kiss his lips until a knock at our hotel door interrupted us. “Get
dressed bitches. It’s time to PARTY!” Spencer yelled from the other side of the
door.

Jameson smiled.
“Later?”

I kissed him once more.
“Later.”

We got dressed. Jameson
was wearing dark jeans and a black Simplex Racing shirt pared with his white
Puma shoes I loved. I decided to wear another one of my little summer dresses
he loved because it was the only article of clothing that was comfortable
anymore. I chose a black and white one to match Jameson with my white flip-flop
sandals.

Emma would be proud,
aside from the flip-flops.

As I expected, when I
walked out of the hotel room of the Bellagio Hotel, Emma was smiling widely
appraising my outfit.

“When did you get
that?” she asked feeling the soft material.

“Last week sometime,”

“I’m impressed.”

“Thank you.” I smiled
walking toward the hotel elevators. Jameson and Spencer hung back talking with
Van.

When we reached the
restaurant in the lobby, Alley was already drinking. Against Spencer’s wishes,
Lane flew back to Washington with Andrea and the Lucifer twins. Charlie and
Jimi were taking shots and Nancy, with wide eyes, was lighting some drink on
fire. It was apparent it’d been a while since everyone had relaxed. And after
Richmond, it was needed. One good thing, old Casten was
back
home. Imagine if he were here too?

Unfortunately, it was
supposed to be my birthday party and I couldn’t drink.

Damn you little baby.

I rubbed my tiny baby
bulge. “Don’t worry—mommy still loves you.”

“Who are you talking
to?” Jameson asked placing his hands on my waist standing by the table at the
Olives restaurant inside The Bellagio.

“The baby,” I leaned
back into his chest.

“
Mmmm
,”
he craned his head forward kissing my bare shoulder; his lips lingered there as
he spoke. “How’s daddy’s little racer doing?” his hands moved forward cradling
my stomach.

“Good
...
I do miss drinking though.” I stuck my
bottom lip out. “It’s my birthday party and I can’t even drink.”

I turned in his arms to
look up at him; his green eyes sparkled.

“Sorry, honey.” His
smirk returned. “We could go have sex, would that make you feel better?”

“Umm
...
actually, it would.”

Jameson chuckled
glancing around at the table.

“Come on.” He whispered
pulling me back toward the elevators leaving Alley and Emma to yell after us.

“We’ll be right back!”
Jameson yelled back with a careless shrug.

“Sure they will.”
Charlie told them.

Once inside the hotel,
Jameson was intense.

Slowly he laid me on
the large bed and flipped my dress up.

“Don’t move.” He instructed
ripping his shirt over his head and then dropping to his knees at the edge of
the bed.

Fingers, hands, tongue,
and lips worked in perfect unison and had me a shuddering in less than a minute
...
He was good. His deburring skills were
legendary.

Jameson yanked his
jeans down in one fluid movement and leaned back on his heel, jerking me off
the bed to straddle his hips, my legs resting on either side on him.

His left hand reached
between us and slipped himself inside, “Oh god Sway.”

“
Mmm
...
” I moaned wrapping my arms around his
neck, his lips returning to mine.

Bouncing around on his
lap had me realizing where all those bacon cheeseburgers were going.

To confirm, I looked
behind me to see my ass jiggling like a
Busta
Ryhmes
music video.

So
embarrassing.

Jameson noticed and
turned my head, forcing me to look at it. “Pay attention.” He panted out.

I could tell he was
moments away from his release by the tensed expression and lust hooded eyes.
That alone distracted me enough to focus my attention on him because Christ
almighty, his “
O”
face was breathtaking. No lie.

When his strong hands
gripped my jiggle wiggle ass, I was distracted again and looked behind me. This
time my dirty heathen was too far gone to care. His head fell forward against
my shoulder. He let out a delicious groan jerking underneath me. His hands come
up wrapping around the back of my shoulders and pushed me down on him once
more. I could feel him pulsing inside biting down on my shoulder, crying out at
the force of his orgasm. I try to get a look at his face but his head was
buried in my neck.

It upset me a little
because I loved watching his contorted expression.

Giggling that this
whole escapade lasted less than ten minutes, I ran my fingers up and down his
back as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

“What were you looking
at?” Jameson asked once he could breathe normally again. “You seemed to be
paying a lot of attention to it.”

“My ass
...
it’s huge.”

“It’s not huge, honey.
I happen to like your ass bigger.” His eyebrows waggled. “It shakes now and
goddamn is it sexy.”

I slapped his shoulder.
“You would.”

He just laughed as I
climbed off him and looked around for my underwear.

“Damn you!” I held up
my shredded underwear. “What the fuck—how do you do this every time?”

He just shrugged. “I
didn’t think I pulled on them that hard.”

“Well, you did.” I
reached around in my suitcase for another pair.

“Jameson five. Sway
three?” I’m not sure it was meant to be a question but the way he said it, it
came out like one.

“No, no, that’s not fair!
We didn’t keep track last week.”

He shrugged reaching
for the door handle once I pulled on some new underwear. “Looks like you have
some ground to make up for then.”

When we got back to the
table, most everyone was ordering their meals and drinks when Jameson decided
to gain himself a comfortable lead in our race with each other.

He chose dirty talking
in front of his family.

So, while looking over
the menu, he leaned into my side throwing his arm around the back of my chair.

No one noticed but when
he started talking, they took notice.

I could feel the warmth
of his body in contrast to the cool restaurant. It reminded me of our time in
the hotel room moments ago.

“Sway?” he whispered
low with a gravely baritone that was a fine representation of our time just
moments ago. As though I needed yet another reminder he was in control of this.
“Have I ever explained to you how engine builders check a cylinder head for
warpage
?”

Oh Jesus, he was going
to do this here?
In the middle of a restaurant with his
family?

He was trying to win
the battle that’s for sure.

Tommy, sitting across
from me, choked on his beer and then started laughing knowing exactly what
Jameson was doing.

I couldn’t focus enough
to respond and he went in for the win. “You see
honey,
the cylinder head is the hottest part of the engine and reaches thousands of
degrees. Cast iron and aluminum metals used in cylinder heads flex under the
high temperatures in a race causing
warpage
and the
head bulges.”

He was trying to kill
me. Quickly, to hide any outward arousal from being noticed, I squeezed my
thighs together. Jameson grinned knowing he was now in the lead with a
comfortable cushion.

“When this happens,
it’s necessary to break the engine down back at the shop and measure the
specific tolerance. You start by removing the cylinder head, clean it and make
sure there is no carbon in the cylinder head combustion chambers. When the
cylinder is cleaned, you place the cylinder with the combustion chamber facing
up in a wide jaw vice. Then, you take a ruler and a feeler gauge in between the
bottom of the ruler and the head surface working the gauge along until it
slides in.” he smiled, I wasn’t. “Then, on the gauge, it will show a number
that will allow the maximum thickness that will enter the gap—”

With heavy breathing, I
started a bout of coughing. I couldn’t take it any longer with words like
inserting and feeler and thickness. It was too much for a girl with my
hormones.

Jameson, the overly
confident ass, let out a giggle. “What’s the matter honey? Can’t handle it? I
was just about to tell you how I find out the highest thickness an engine will
allow.”

Emma, a little drunk by
now, leaned over the table with wide eyes. Before speaking, she chugged Aiden’s
beer. “My god, that even got me going and he’s my fucking brother!”

Aiden stood to shove
Jameson’s shoulder nodding in approval. “Thanks man!”

Jameson laughed again
finishing his own beer, completely satisfied with himself. “I win.”

Emma turned toward
Aiden. “Let’s go cowboy.”

That was the last we
saw of them for a while.

“That was not cool,”
was all I said to him for a good thirty minutes.