Happy Hour (Racing on the Edge) (54 page)

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” She giggled yet again.

“No, we wouldn’t.” I smirked leaning back on my heels to remove my shirt tossing it on the floor.

I watched as her eyes took in my bare chest. Her hands started at my shoulders and made their way over my chest muscles and down towards my hips where she unbuttoned my jeans.

Once she removed my jeans, she straddled my hips and began to move against me, with no clothing between us it was easy for her to slide against me.

Sway moaned at the contact and arched her back. It took every ounce of self-control I had, to one, not to flip her over a fuck her senseless and two, not to blow my load before we even got to the good stuff.

I had to get her to slow down, so I took a firm grasp on her hips, halting her movements. “Sway,” I panted. “Honey, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

Gently I rolled her over covering her delicate body with my own. Her hands clung to my shoulders as I began entering her, moaning against my lips until we were one.

Her back arched against me and her head fell back into the pillows, a gasp escaped her carefully parted lips, her palms pressing against my back urging me forward.

Hitching her leg higher on my hip, I began moving slowly with her. She felt so good. Never had I been with a woman that completely consumed me like this. Everything from the way she felt around me to the smooth skin of her leg as it moved along mine, the smell of her hair and the sweet taste of her skin. I could lose myself in her forever and it still didn’t seem as if it would be enough for me to feel content.

I paused, trying to regain some sort of composure and not come instantly when she whimpered, clutching my shoulders. “No,”

I had to stop for a minute and regain control; it was too much.

“I’m not stopping, honey.” A shuddered breath escaped me as I fought the urge to move. “I just need to
...
calm down for a minute.”

She said nothing but smiled at my confession, her fingers threading in my hair, a reminder she wanted everything I was giving her.

Sway was determined to move faster and I had to keep reminding her to slow down. I wish I could say I was perfectly fine and that I wasn’t scared to death about what was supposed to be happening. But I was. I was unsure and scared. I was nervous and fumbling. I had never made love to someone and I wasn’t really sure how to.

This wasn’t fucking anymore and this wasn’t friends with benefits. I needed to show myself to her in the most intimate ways and that really did scare the shit out of me. 

She watched me moving above her, trying to appear calm and collected even though I wasn’t. My body was trembling all over, my breathing was shaky, my heart pounding.

You’d think I’d never had sex before but really, I’d never had
this
type of sex before.

Melting into her, all my fears broke through the surface. “Tell me,” I begged her. “Please
...
tell me
...
”

“I love you,” she whispered against my lips as they brushed over mine.

She reassured me over and over again as our bodies moved together. Our eyes stayed connected the entire time. There was a hunger in her eyes but there was also trepidation.

The fact that she seemed just as nervous assured me this was new to her too.

I closed my eyes and relished in the sensation of her warm body beneath me, our bodies moving slowly in the most intimate way, even with our steady breathing.

Bending forward, I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. I was going to hold on to her as long as I could.

Before long, I couldn’t hold back much longer. I was losing the battle quickly and Sway was determined to push me faster and faster until finally she just blurted it out squirming underneath me.

“Go
...
faster
...
” she moaned. “Faster.”

My stomach tightened in preparation. “I can’t
...
” I grunted reaching for a tighter hold on her. “If I go faster
...
I’ll come.”

“I will too
...
just go faster
...
please.” She begged with a whimper.

I couldn’t stop now, my forehead fell to hers and it was over. I completely lost any will I had and let go when she begged me. I couldn’t even focus; my body was shaking embarrassingly so along with my heavy panting. I was a mess.

The rush consumed everything, the pleasure, the reminder that she was finally mine, left me breathless. Not more than a mere second later, Sway was moaning my name. Thankfully, my bedroom is on the third floor and no one could hear us up here, with the sounds coming from this woman you’d think I was killing her.

Staying true to my word, I didn’t stop until Sway had literally passed out. She was lying on her stomach with her hands curled under the pillow her head rested on.

On my side next to her, I watched as her back rise and fall with each breath she took, my fingers gently tracing over her glowing skin.

I kept asking myself how I had gotten so lucky.

I didn’t want to move, think, or feel anything but her, as if she would disappear. Everything was so perfect, right here in my room.

When the sun began to rise, basting the room in a soft orange glow, I pulled Sway closer.

She sighed contently and snuggled in. Sway had this way of worming herself into my arms in the middle of the night without me noticing but when I awoke, I was always surprised at how close she was, not that I was complaining.

“I don’t want to screw this up.” I suddenly blurted out running my fingers through her dark hair.

“What?” Sway twisted in my arms to loop up at me.

Tracing my fingertips lightly up her shoulder, and then over her collarbone I told her my fears. “This
...
you
...
us
...
I don’t want to screw it up.”

“Okay, so don’t.” she ventured kissing my lips.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” I hinted crushing her against my chest. “I’m not sure how good I’ll be at this.”

She giggled when I crushed her against my chest.

“What’s going on with you?” she soothed running her hands up and down my spine, her gentle touch was relaxing but not enough.

“Sway
...
Jesus
...
how do I say this without sounding like goddamn
Hallmark
card?” I mumbled into her shoulder.

It took her a moment but she giggled snapping out of my trance.

“Okay
...
Hallmark
be damned.” I sat her up to face me, my hands moved to her face. “I’ve
never
been in love before. I don’t know how to be a boyfriend and have a career at the same time.” I paused looking at her nervous expression. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You’ve never been in love? What about—” she began.

I shook my head quickly, interrupting her. “I didn’t know what love was back then
...
I was seventeen. But looking back at it now, no, it wasn’t love at all, not even close. Chelsea, all those other women, they didn’t mean anything to me.”

She was looking at me so earnestly that I fell in love with her that much more.

“So
...
” I continued with a smirk. “I have no clue what I’m doing but I’m willing to try for you. I may stumble along the way but I want to do that with you
...
as your boyfriend.”

“Does this mean we’re going steady?” Sway asked between giggles.

I laughed freely. “I think it does, Joanie.”

“Kiss me, Chachi.”

14.
            
Fresh Rubber
–
Sway

Fresh Rubber – A new set of tires acquired at a pit stop.

I woke up to the soft sounds of Jameson playing his piano. I hadn’t heard him play in years, at first I thought I was dreaming. Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked towards the piano situated in the far right corner of his massive gray bedroom.

I had to laugh at his décor. Everything in the room was white, gray, or black.

Total man pad.

He even had an intake manifold in the corner of his room.

When my eyes found him, I sighed contently reminded of how happy I was that this dirty heathen was my Chachi.

And my Chachi was currently serenading me.

His head bowed as if in submission to what he was doing, his long masculine fingers gliding over the ivory keys. I was entranced by how he moved on the bench, his head bent barely looking up. It was a beautiful combination with dulcet tones of the piano.

He’d memorized this song over the years; it was one of his favorites.

There are no words to describe how Jameson played, I envied his talent, his eyes closed and it was easy to see how much passion he had for playing just as he did for racing. I could feel it in my bones.

After a few moments, he began singing in that low rich voice.

His fingers picked up pace when the song went into a climb, his head leaned back belting out the lyrics, and I could feel my eyes stinging with tears.

Listening to the words, I could tell why he chose this particular song.

He was telling me he was scared
but
ready.

Jameson played the chorus for a good ten minutes while I observed in awe that someone could have that much natural talent in everything he did.

When he began to sing again, his voice was lower than before, almost a whisper drawing me in. When he finished, his head hung and he just sat there running his fingers gently over the keys. His hands stilled on the keys, a discordant cadence echoing in the room.

Without wearing a damn thing, I strutted my no longer pit lizard bare ass over to him to show him a thing or two about talent.

I wonder what I would call myself now since I couldn’t really be considered his pit lizard. Clearly, I was
way
more now.

Pit lizard girlfriend
...
Joanie girlfriend
...
pigizzle
...
ha ha ha
...
good one Sway.

You’re now a pigizzle.
I told myself.