Happy Hour (Racing on the Edge) (14 page)

Hard and ready, all he would have to do is push once. Just as his hips flex forward, a loud knocking interrupts us.

“Jameson, open the goddamn door!” Alley yelled outside smacking the door. “Don’t you ever hang up on me again asshole!”

Jameson put his fingers to my lips while he pushed forward causing me to let out a loud moan, his hand covered my mouth chuckling above me with that damn smirk.

I’m not all that surprised he was amused by this, he loved pissing Alley off. It was like a game for him. He’s not happy until she’s called him an asshole at least once throughout the day.

“Shh
...
if we’re quiet
...
she’ll leave.” He whispered in my ear and pushed forward once more.

I openly cried out when he bit down on my shoulder again, cut off by his mouth that clamped down on my own, causing both of us to groan.

We moved together languorously but the door opening quickly interrupted us again.

Jameson stopped suddenly and pulled back to look at me, his eyes wide with panic.

Fuck, fuck fuck!

“Jameson
...
she can’t see me in bed with you.” I whispered but silenced by a pillow covering my face.

Was this supposed to be hot?

For some morbid reason, it was. I really needed help if I was turned on by him holding a pillow over my face.

I couldn’t see any more but I heard Alley’s heels clicking against the wood floor when she came into the bedroom. “Get out of bed you shit head!”

“How the hell did you get a key?” Jameson growled back at her. And yes, in case you’re wondering he was still inside me, his body trembling to stay motionless.

“I reserved the room for you. I have a key.” Alley replied with a sour edge. “For Christ sakes Jameson, you have a woman in bed with you?”

Oh Alley
...
It’s even worse than you think.

“Get out!” Jameson yelled in a no nonsense tone.

“No,” she objected. “Get up!”

“Well, I’m not getting up with you in the room.” He snorted. “I’m naked.”

Yes you are, with me underneath you. He he he!

 “What the hell is taking so long in here?” Spencer’s bellowing tone echoed throughout. “Whoa
...
dude, who’s under there?”

You couldn’t miss the inquisitiveness in his voice and I’m sure by that point he was trying to see who was underneath Jameson.

I’m so glad my face was covered because it was the color of the devils ass right then and I was moments away from breaking out into a giggle fit. I giggle when I’m nervous. I can’t help it.

It’s amazing the thoughts that go through your head when you’re naked and in this predicament. I won’t go into details but some were even alarming to me and I was used to my daily rambling thoughts.

Jameson sighed loudly, throwing his head forward against my shoulder. “Get the fuck out!” he yelled loudly against the pillow vibrating my entire body with his menacing voice.

This was so mortifying.

And who joined the party next?

Jimi.

“Jameson,” he began as he entered the room, I assumed.

I couldn’t see to know this for sure but his voice suddenly tapered off when he took in the sight before him. I can only imagine what this must look like.

“What the hell, why
...
” I heard him sigh dramatically. “I
don’t
even want to know.”

By now, they were all in the bedroom of the hotel room. Spencer was laughing hysterically; Alley was yelling at Jameson, Jimi was yelling at Alley and Spencer to leave the room.

Jameson, probably mortified, was shaking his head in disbelieve against the pillow over my head.

I was now giggling.

It was just so unbelievable
...
really, it was. Here I was lying underneath my best friend, his camshaft inserted in my crankcase with three other people in the room.

Good times.

“All of you shut up!” Jimi barked over them. “Get out now! Jameson, get this girl out of your goddamn room and get dressed. You have an interview with SPEED in less than two hours.”

Jimi ushered Alley and Spencer out of the bedroom but I could still hear them arguing in the other room about why I wasn’t in my hotel room, which had me panicking again.

Jameson removed the pillow from my face and smirked. “We need to get up
...
” he whispered in a low throaty voice but never attempted to move.

Instead, he pulled back and then pushed into me again. His eyes fell closed with the motion. Mine did not. They were fixated on the door that was still wide fucking open. And though their backs were to the room, what if they turn around?

“Jameson,” my eyes were very wide by this point. “we
have
to stop
...
” I pushed against his chest but he didn’t budge, just continued with tenacity. “Jameson
...
” I tried again but my voice faded when one of his hands fisted in my hair and the other reached down to my
...
ignition switch.

“I can’t, Sway
...
I
want
you
...
” he moaned. “I can’t stop
...
I just can’t. Not after last night.”

“Your family is right outside the door.” I whispered incredulously trying to point out the obvious reason
why
he had to stop.

“Fuck ‘em.”

“Jameson, get up!” Jimi bellowed from outside the bedroom.

“Oh Goddamn it,” Jameson growled against my shoulder.

I’ve talked about this before but this dirty heathen
...
has a quick fuse. All of a sudden, his arm raised, his left fist slammed into the headboard, the wood splintered and cracked loudly.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” he roared causing me to jump. It’s been a while since I’ve heard him so angry.

Have you ever seen a two-year old throw a fit?

It usually happens suddenly and in the midst of this fit, their tiny arms flail around and they reach for anything they can to get their two-year old point across.

That was Jameson when it came to his maturity level at times.

So because punching the headboard did nothing, he then reached for anything he could reach without pulling out of me, which happened to an empty beer bottle.

The glass shattered against the wall causing me to jump again and Alley to yelp.

Jameson didn’t stop at just that. He then reached for the lamp on the nightstand and chucked it across the room as well, it too shattering.

“I mean it!” He warned them in a blistering snarl. “Get the fuck out of this goddamn room right now!”

No one said anything, including me. I just lied there motionless.

They know he’ll just keep throwing shit until they left, he’d destroy the entire hotel just to get his point across.

Believe me, he’s done this before.

Finally, we heard the door close as they left. I sighed in relief, thankful Nancy and Emma didn’t join the party or worse, Tommy wherever the hell he disappeared to last night.

Jameson was panting against me from the sudden onset of rage but his movements didn’t halter. His hands returned and fisted tightly against the pillow my head was resting on. His lips were at my neck now, trying to control his breathing but it was coming in irregular gasps. He managed to rasp out a, “Fuck, you feel good,” against my neck that left me shivering.

With tender touches from rough hands, he performed a ravenous lap of my body. There was a carefulness that emerged with the way he held me closer than he did last night combined with a hunger I’d never seen other than in his racing.

With the intoxicating haze lifted, the closeness I felt to him now was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

I knew this wasn’t going to last very long by the way he was moving against me but the idea of quick naughty illicit qualifying lap had me panting just as hard as him and giving way to the pleasure.

My hands flew to his back as my fingernails sunk in,  my orgasm over took me in waves, causing him to push into me harder and harder, pushing me further up the bed into the splintered headboard.

We’re old friends, this headboard and me.

After just a few quick thrusts, Jameson threw his head back exposing his neck for me, groaning my name.

The sound vibrated my lips as I attacked his neck with wet kisses. He shuttered above of me and then collapsed against my chest.

I welcomed the weight of his exhausted body, I’ve waited years to feel this man heavy, spent, and relaxed above me.

As I was lying there trying to catch my own breath, I once again thought about what just happened and started giggling.

Jameson growled while he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, his two-day scruff tickling my skin. “You’re going to give me a complex if you keep laughing at me like that.”

I giggled again.

Eventually Jameson made it to the bathroom to get ready. Once dressed, he sat down on the bed next to me.

I was still wrapped in the sheet because I didn’t have any clothes. Jameson ripped my underwear and bra off with his teeth, destroying them last night. I ripped my shirt off like a whore, so that left just my skirt and heels.

“You should probably get dressed,” he suggested running his fingers through his hair. “Even though I prefer you naked,” He winked.

“I would
...
but I don’t have any clothes.” I reminded him. “There in my room.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and then smirked. “Sorry, I guess I lost control last night.” His fingers lightly traced the mark.

I shrugged pulling the sheet up further since I was feeling exposed. “It happens.” I looked away from his gaze.

I was really starting to freak out and felt like bursting into tears at any moment having agreed to any of this.

There seemed to be a suffocating silence lingering when Jameson moved closer to me on the bed but didn’t look up. Gently, he took my hand in his own, rubbing it softy. “Don’t leave tonight.” He pleaded although he spoke more to the ground than me.

I didn’t look up; my eyes remained fixated on the bed as a pensive silence lingered once again. “Jameson, I can’t stay. Charlie needs me at the track.”

He nodded once taking a deep breath. “Please.” He mumbled softly, almost too softly that I couldn’t hear him.

“Why?”

Jameson still hadn’t looked up even though I was staring at him now. I had never seen him act like this before so I asked again. “Why do you want me to stay, Jameson?”