Blue Colla Make Ya Holla (10 page)

“Oh my God,
I can’t watch!” Clementine screamed as she sat in between Billy and David in the stands. They had one lap to go, and it was a door-to-door battle, just like it had been the whole night. Wayne and another competitor that Justin had hired for the night were going at it for all they were worth.

“He’s settin’ him up,” Billy said as they came around the first corner. Wayne stayed back, waiting until the third corner to start accelerating with all his might. He came out from behind Brent, a young kid from Hardin County, and beat him into the last corner. As they came around the last turn, Wayne accelerated, leaving Brent behind in his dust. He had done it. He’d won. Despite all the nerves and the fear, he’d won for both himself and Kevin. He couldn’t wait to take his trophy to the hospital and show him what he’d done.

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“D
o you mind
if we don’t go straight home? I have someplace I’d like to show ya.” Wayne reached over the console and grabbed her hand, running his thumb over the back of her hand.

“Sure, I’m not tired or anything. Wherever ya wanna go is fine with me.”

After the dinner for Kevin was done, the two of them decided they would spend some time together. Before they knew it, it would be time for her to go away for college and their time together would become precious. Even more precious than it was in these brief moments they got alone.

“It’s a beautiful night out, I figured we could drive around for a little while,” he answered winking at her with a smirk.

There was something about that smirk and wink that told her they were about to have a good time. The summer hadn’t been everything they had wanted. Time together hadn’t been plentiful, but they’d made the best of a bad situation. She nodded as she stuck her hand out the window of the truck. She sighed as the breeze flew back in her face. She laid her head back on the seat and enjoyed the silence of the night. The only thing that could be heard playing was the local country station in the background—that being the only thing they were able to pick up as far out as they were. A song started playing and Clementine laughed.

“What?” he asked, grinning over at her. Her laugh did funny things to him and he wanted to bottle it up. Take it with him wherever he went. “This song gives me an idea.” He turned an unexpected left and took a gravel road.

“Where we goin’?” she asked, sitting up a little straighter as he took the road to an old boat dock she’d heard about while she was in high school.

“You ever been here?” he asked as he got out of the truck, leaving the radio playing.

The spot he had taken her to was known far and wide by high school and college kids alike. It was far enough off the road that a little lovin’ could occur without anyone seeing, but was close enough so that you could hear someone coming.

“Nope, no guy ever wanted to bring me here. They knew my daddy would kill them. See why I had to take you up on the offer of a summer fling? I’m really sheltered.” She laughed as he came around and opened her door.

He grabbed her hand and took her to the back, letting the tailgate down. He picked her up and placed her there, stepping in between her legs. Moving her hair back from her face, he tried to memorize every part of her. She would be leaving soon and so would he. It wasn’t written in stone when they would be able to see each other again and that worried him. It scared him even. Better relationships, he knew, had not been able to stand the test of time and mileage. And not even he could say how much mileage would be separating them when he started traveling with his team.

He cupped her face in his hands and bent his head down far enough so that his lips could catch hers.

“Have you ever brought anyone out here before, Mr. Harper?” she asked as he pulled away.

He grinned and she laughed. He had a devilish glint to his eyes, and she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know what had taken place with him at this particular spot. She’d always known he was popular; she just wasn’t sure how popular. A part of her was a teeny bit jealous; the other part was proud that he had picked her.

“Yeah, I been here before, but let’s just say it never worked for me the way it did for other guys.”

“You mean you struck out, huh?” She tickled his stomach and hooked her hands in the waistband of his jeans.

“Yeah, struck out big time. One night Daddy drove by and saw my truck here. Needless to say, I went home with a huge welt on my ass and a hard-on that never got taken care of.”

She laughed loudly, throwing her head back. He never failed to make her laugh. Everything in their lives together just fit.

“So you mean to tell me no guy ever brought you out here? I find that hard to believe. A pretty little thing like you.” He ran his hands down her back, stopping where her shirt rode up, revealing a small portion of skin visible between that and the waist of her pants.

“Nope, no one. I guess they just thought I wasn’t worth the trouble.” She wrapped her legs around his body and pulled him closer to her, to keep them from hanging off the truck.

“I think you’re worth it. It’s the rest of ’em’s loss that they didn’t see what an amazing woman was being held back in those pageant costumes,” he whispered, toying with the hair that lay on the nape of her neck.

“Why, Wayne, are you trying to get me to have sex with you?” She laughed, scooting back into the bed of the truck.

“Maybe when you get your dorm room. We’re not doing it in the truck anymore.” He reluctantly released her from his arms and watched as she scooted all the way back, her head hitting the glass in the back window.

“Why not? It’s not like we haven’t before. In fact, the first time we did it in a truck was pretty spectacular, if I do say so myself.” She reached into the opened back sliding glass window and extracted a blanket he kept there for emergencies.

“What if we get, ya know, something on the truck? What if my boys or Lee saw it? I’ll never live it down. This is Lee’s new baby. I know he didn’t care if we did anything in the old one; hell, he didn’t know about the old one. This one makes me nervous though.”

She could see his will weakening as she grabbed the blanket and kneeled, spreading it over the truck. She got down on all fours and spread it into the farthest corners. She inhaled a deep breath as she felt his arm snake around her waist as he settled her soundly on his lap.

“Thought you wanted to wait.”

“Fuck what Lee or my boys think. They’re just jealous ’cause I got to you first.”

He turned them around and laid her down, grabbing his jacket from inside to serve as a pillow for her.

“Lift your head up,” he said softly as he stuffed it under her neck and arranged it just so for her.

He ran a hand over her stomach as he leaned down and captured her lips with his own. There was something different about the atmosphere, something different about them. Instead of the passionate encounter, as was the norm, there was something decidedly slow and sensual at work. He took his time and worked his way down to her neck, running his tongue lightly along the sides and moving over to nibble on her earlobes. His tongue made a path to her chest until it encountered the top of her shirt.

He grinned down at her, running the hands that rested on her stomach up to cup her lace-covered breasts before completely removing the shirt that covered her body. He inhaled deeply as he looked in her eyes and ran a finger down her nose in an affectionate gesture. His tongue resumed its path down her chest, running over her lace-encased nipples. She moaned at the sensation he caused. There was something erotic about the whole situation. His fingers reached behind her back and made quick work of her bra as her breasts were exposed to his eyes.

“Wayne?” She cocked her head to the side as she looked at him.

His gaze made it seem as if he’d never seen her before. His big hands cupped her breasts lightly, and he ran a finger over her nipples. The touch was so light and tender that if her nipples hadn’t reacted she wouldn’t have really been sure he had even touched her. Her hands that had lain still at her sides moved to his hair and pushed his mouth down to where his fingers caressed. His mouth formed a suction around her nipple, and his tongue flicked a steady rhythm as she grabbed the back of his shirt and started pulling it up over his body. He lifted up from his task long enough to get the shirt off and then resumed the task at hand.

“You’re so beautiful. I’m gonna miss you so much. I never thought it would be like this,” he breathed as he let his tongue travel low enough on her body to reach the buttons on her jeans.

Grinning up at her, he used his teeth to unbutton and unzip them. It took a lot longer, but she wasn’t complaining about it. He ran his hands all the way down her legs and feet as he took the jeans and underwear off her body. He traveled back up, stopping to flick his tongue at her clit one single solitary time as her hips bucked toward him.

“Not yet.” He grinned at the frustration showing on her face.

He ran his hands down to the warm heat that brought him so much pleasure and ran a finger across it. Not giving her the pleasure she wanted. He poised two fingers at her entrance and laughed as she moaned loudly.

“If you want it baby, come and get it.”

Her hips bucked up so far off the blanket that her shoulders and head where the only thing that remained touching. He groaned as his fingers slid into her.

“Wayne, can we please stop with the teasing now? I want you.”

It looked as if she were almost in tears. Wayne quickly divested himself of his pants and boxers. He plunged into her, his mouth at her ear.

“God, I love you!” he panted as he pushed himself up on his arms. It was the first time either of them had ever spoken of love. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been feeling it for a while now, but she was scared. It was all new to her and she knew that this part was new to Wayne as well.

“I love you too,” she whispered, her heart in her throat. This was no longer a fling of any kind and they both knew it.

He set a slow, steady pace. There was no deliberate quickness as there had been in the past. He whispered into her ear as he slowly built her up to a crescendo. She grasped his hair in her hands as she bucked herself up to meet every thrust. He could feel his release about to come and quickly stuck a hand between their bodies. He rubbed her clit furiously as she shouted her release so loud he was sure the people in the next county could hear. He groaned loudly as he came to a rest on her body, his arms finally having given out.

He tried to regain his breathing and heard a noise come from Clementine. He glanced over and saw tears streaming down her face.

“Clementine? Are you okay? Did I hurt you, baby? What’s wrong?” he asked, concern evident on his face.

“That was beautiful. This isn’t just some fling anymore, is it? This is for real,” she whispered.

“You’re right, baby. This is the real deal. Never thought I’d be sayin’ that when we started out, but it’s become that. God, I don’t wanna let you go to school, but I know that I have to. I can’t hold you back, and we have to let each other go. We’ll make it work.”

“I really hope that you’re right, Wayne. I hope that you’re right.”

He tightened his arms around her, kissing her forehead. He refused to let her go and give up the feeling she gave him. Wherever life took him—whether it was staying in Soggy Bottom, Kentucky or moving to the mecca, Mooresville, North Carolina to race—he knew that Clementine Lewis would be right there with him. He couldn’t stand to have it any other way, and he would always remember these hot, summer nights.

The End

Laramie Briscoe is the author of the bestselling Heaven Hill Series & the new Rockin’ Country Series.

Her grandmother encouraged a love of reading when she secretly passed along her romance novels after finishing them. That love of reading and a vivid imagination sparked a love of writing.

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