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1.
Align Bore – Jameson
Align
Bore – A procedure used to re-align main bearing or camshaft bearing bores to
bring them into alignment after warping of the block or alignment shifts due to
long-term mechanical stresses. By securing the block and then passing a single
boring tool through all the bores without changing the alignment of the tool,
the bores are restored to proper position. Proper align bores ensure that each
bearing will carry equal load.
A man
knows when his wife needs a distraction.
That’s
probably a lie but looking at Sway that afternoon, I needed a distraction so I
thought maybe she did too. She wasn’t giving in and turned me down twice. Twice.
She had
been going on most of the morning about needing to get the schedules for Grays
Harbor finished and then the insurance policies for JAR Racing secured for the
boys. Most race shops didn’t have insurance for drivers. We did. After my own
battles racing up through USAC and the various sprint tours, I told myself I
would provide medical insurance to my drivers. So I did.
My dad, retired
racer from the World of Outlaws (a premier division of winged sprint cars), and
current owner of the NASCAR Cup team I raced for, didn’t provide medical
insurance for me but it wasn’t hard to get it elsewhere now. When you race at
the levels that I do, you’re not exactly a full time employee of the race team,
you’re contracted. Yeah I put in a full time job but I was contracted with
Riley-Simplex Racing as a driver. They paid me to drive but all my travel
expenses, medical insurance, life insurance; basically all the things that your
employer would usually pay, I paid. The only check I received twice a month was
for my salary.
So
things like medical insurance and life insurance were left up to me. Once I got
married and had kids, it became essential to have such things as medical and
life insurance but the premiums were outrageous given the danger involved in
being a professional race car driver
Back
when I was nineteen, the premium alone was enough to wash any earnings I
received from winning. So back then, I went without medical insurance. A few
broken ribs and concussions later, I needed medical insurance.
Sway sighed
glaring at the stack of papers. Though my focus was hardly on those papers, I
laughed lightly looking at the fresh blanket of snow across the field outside
the office. Though most of the property was still in the development stages,
the office was completed and allowed beautiful views of the North Carolina
winter. About six months ago, we started the process of a shop expansion. What
a nightmare that has been.
“Why do
they make you fill out so much paperwork?” Sway asked holding up a stack of
papers from the insurance company. “There’s a stack for each driver.”
“Make ‘em
fill ‘em out.” I whispered massaging her shoulders. “They’re big boys.”
We had
four drivers racing this year with JAR Racing, my sprint car team, my World of
Outlaws winged sprint car series. Knowing the guys, I was sure they understood
how to fill out basic paperwork of your name, address and medical history. Aside
from Tommy Davis. He still required assistance just ordering from a fast food
restaurant.
“I
tried.” She said rolling her neck from side to side and I felt her sigh again. “They
sent them back saying they couldn’t read their handwriting.”
“Hmmm...well how about I provide some distractions?”
“No. I
need to finish this before Bailey comes by. We have to go over merchandise
later too.”
“No. I
don’t want to.” This time I crossed my arms over my chest, moved to the side
and leaned against her desk. “I want to
have sex with my wife.”
Sway took
notice in my pour attitude and knowing me, she knew it would get worse. I
noticed her moment of weakness when I whispered in her ear and took full
advantage.
“You see
honey, there’s this procedure that engine builders use to re-align the camshaft
after warping of the block due to long-term stress.”
Sway
smiled but kept busy with the paperwork in her office. Her fingers typed
quickly, each key clicked sharply as if she was telling me no just be her
clicking. “I know what align boring is Jameson.”
My voice
dropped and I stepped closer. If my plan for the afternoon was going to work it
called for drastic measures. Dirty engine talking.
“If you
know what it is, well then,” my hand drifted from my side to her cheek and my
palm cupping the soft skin. “...you
know how important it is for the camshaft to be re-aligned.”
Sway
spun around in the chair leaving me standing above her, my hands moved to rest
on the arms of her leather office chair. I let my right hand drag against her
forearm.
Hovering
over her, she smiled again keeping her eyes low. She wasn’t giving in easily.
We were good at this, the teasing, the dirty talking, all of it, we had it
down. After all, this was how this all began with us. Two people so sexually
charged from one another that we finally gave in and life was never the same
for us.
“It’s
cold in here.” She shivered at the cool January air making its way inside the
office and hit the remote button for the fireplace.
I
pressed my lips to her palm before letting my eyes travel to hers.
“I’ll
warm you up with align boring.”
“Go
ahead,” her head dipped forward as her grin tugged at the corners of her lips. “explain
how this is done, champ.”
Race on. I thought to myself.
If she
wanted dirty engine terms well, goddamn, I was going give them to her.
“So you
see, by securing the block...”
I knelt in front of her bringing her hips to the edge of the chair. She let out
a yelp as I did that followed with a giggle. Her dark hair curtained over her
shoulders and she finally looked up at me. Emerald green, the same emerald
green I’d seen for the past eighteen years, shined back at me. My hips pressed
forward against hers letting my camshaft lift drag against her. “...you then pass a boring tool through all the bores without
changing the alignment of the tool to restore the proper position.”
Her gaze
on me caused me to laugh.
“You
need help.” She said between giggles and that’s when I knew I was at least
leading this lap.
Visions
of her spread across this floor seemed like a good idea so that’s exactly what
I did.
“You’re
wearing entirely too many clothes.” I told her leaning forward to capture her
lips. My hands worked quickly trying to rid the clothes before we were out of
time. We may be married now and have three kids but time was never on our side
and neither was privacy.
Sway
fought with my belt buckle for a moment. “Every time I hear this...” she wiggled my belt, the buckle clanked. Her stare glowed
with a fire I knew very well. “...it
reminds me of that first night together.”
I smiled
nipping at her neck, the skin so soft, so warm it felt scorching against my
cool lips. “I still remember everything about that night including the
shaking.” I too remembered that night very well. After years of wanting her,
pleading with myself to get her out of my memory, I gave in on the biggest
night of my career and haven’t looked back since.
Sway twisted
from of my embrace slightly to hold my face in her palms. Her thumbs brushed across
the stubble of my jaw. “Why were you shaking so much?”
“I was
nervous.” I shrugged angling my hips forward once my jeans had been pushed
aside. We didn’t have much time so I left them on but pushed down enough I
could move. “You weren’t nervous?”
“Hah,
you couldn’t tell?”
“I guess
maybe a little...” I
laughed. “Now...back to this align boring.”
Soft
cries fell from Sway as I moved against her. The heat that surrounded us was
nice given the freezing temperatures outside.
Holding
myself up by my hands, Sway sprawled herself out on the wood floor. Her hands
slid down my back and came to rest at the base of my spine. I pulled back hesitantly,
shaking with effort as I tried not to crush her. Sway panted heavily in my ear encouraging
my movements and spurring me on. She bucked against me and wrapped her legs
around my waist. I growled gutturally as the new angle set my already raw
nerves ablaze.
She
cried out once more as she fisted her hands in my hair, and squeezed her eyes
shut. Her pleasure...so stunning...it was almost too
much to watch. I buried my head against her chest as her body began to tremble.
I moved faster and harder as I watched her beautiful face flush an even deeper
red and her mouth open.
Her
back arched off the floor and she shuddered as her peak flooded her picturesque
body. She sobbed out my name and clung tightly. Her cries of satisfaction
electrified my being.
Sway was still undulating beneath me,
reveling in the rapture of her own release, when I heard her whisper in my ear,
reaching between us to grasp me tightly between her tiny fingers. “Let go...”
And then,
Bailey showed up.
“Are you
fucking kidding me?” I slumped against Sway, panting and quite literally gasping.
Don’t think I didn’t think about just continuing but then Bailey jiggled the
handle.
“Sway,
are you in there?”
“Yeah,
just a minute,” Sway snorted as a giggle escaped her.
Scrambling
to get my jeans on, Sway laughed again straightening her clothes as Bailey
Grant, Lane’s girlfriend and our web designer for JAR Racing, stood patiently
outside giggling.
“We’re forty,
why is this still happening to us?” I was not pleased as I didn’t finish.
Sway
laughed pinning her long mahogany locks into a messy bun, her skin still
flushed. “We’re the Mama Wizard and Dirty Heathen. This shit always happens to us.”
We may
be aging but we still dealt with the same shit of being interrupted all the
time and my siblings annoying me.
Bailey
smiled my way when she walked in. “Jameson.” She greeted with a giggle. “At
least your pants are on this time.”
“Nice to
see you Bailey,” I grunted in a snipped response as I looked back over my
shoulder at Sway. “You better be home later, Sway.”
“I will.”
She agreed with a nod. “Don’t forget Spencer and Alley are coming over for
dinner tonight.”
“How
could I forget?” I rolled my eyes and nearly stumbled down the stairs.
I wasn’t
pleased about being interrupted nor was I comfortable for obvious reasons. This
just meant I was holding her to a night in our room.
Since
Axel was born, we’d lived in the same house on Lake Norman and it was time for
a new one now that the kids were growing up. We’d been looking at land for a
while and decided to build on a piece of property about ten miles from the
sprint car shop in Mooresville that we purchased a few years back after I won
the Monster Million. The Monster Million was an All-Star race at the Monster
Mile in Dover Delaware they had the last few years that consisted of
twenty-five drivers randomly chosen by fans. I really enjoyed that race because
it was held on a Saturday night and involved no points. It was probably the
most destructive race but entertaining.
I won
last year which helped my salary quite a bit.
The
property we purchased was a 230-acre plot with sweeping hills, trees and a lake
that got the name ‘Shark Lake’ after Tommy thought it’d be funny to put a small
shark in there. The shark died naturally from unsalted waters but not before
Spencer had a close encounter.
With the
help of family, friends, and a handful of construction workers I paid entirely
too much, we had the house completed by the end of the year and Emma decorating
it for us the next week. Sway never got into decorating that much. My
annoyingly helpful sister Emma was all about decorating so that’s what she did.
With
that much land, we pieced off sections and gave them to Emma and Aiden, Alley
and Spencer, and my parents. It was my way of showing them my appreciation for
them all these years. I even gave Tommy, my partner in my sprint car team, a
piece to build on.
Okay,
well it may have had something to do with my wife and her basically saying it
was the right thing to do to keep the family close.
It
wasn’t that I didn’t want them close, I loved all my family but I didn’t like
any of them. Those that were around my siblings and me together understand we
clashed on most occasions.
Having a
tractor now, I busied myself around the property and the new dirt track we made
for close to three hours before Sway called and summoned me back to the house
where Spencer and Alley were pulling in the driveway.
Did I
mention I had a tractor?
All my
life I wanted a John Deer tractor, not sure why, but I did. Now I had one and
made use of it by playing jokes on Spencer and Aiden.
Aiden, my sisters husband and my spotter, was
obsessed by his lawn. Most of the property we had was still being developed but
Aiden’s lawn looked like a fucking golf course you’d see in the Hamptons. Crazy
bastard had these set schedules of watering it, fertilization, and if I was
honest with you, I think he talked to it too.
Me being
the instigating shit I could be, fucked with him and his lawn. Weekly a bumped
a scoop full of fresh North Carolina dirt in the middle of his law. He wondered
for weeks where it came from. When he caught onto that, I had to think of
better ways to ruin it for him. When you live your life in the fast lane, it’s
nice to relax every now and then and just fuck with people.
My
family took the brunt of that. Spencer soon got in on it too when he figured
out what I was doing and each week after our team meeting at the shop on
Tuesday morning, we had a secret meeting and decided on what we’d do to Aiden’s
lawn that week.
Before
Spencer showed up, I dumped a gallon of bleach around Aiden’s lawn and then
snuck back over to our house just in time to see Spencer getting out of his
truck.
“Where’d
you get that truck?” I asked Spencer looking over his newly polished set of
wheels. Once a year he bought himself a car. This year it seemed to be a new
truck that looked as though he was trying to prove his manhood. “What happened
to the F350 I gave you?”
For the
eighteen years I’d been racing in the NASCAR Cup series, I’ve raced Fords.
Because of this Ford offered me a new vehicle of my choice every year. Because
I never needed them, I gave them away as presents to family and friends.
“Oh,
well,” he looked over his shoulder, his black wavy hair swept into his eyes
when the wind picked up. “I gave that to Lane to use for a few weeks. This is
actually Alley’s.”
“Nice.
Where’s Lane?”
“He had
practice and then didn’t feel like going anywhere.” Lane, my oldest nephew was
racing dirt bikes these days. Unlike the rest of our family, he chose two
wheels instead of four.
Spencer
chuckled looking at my jeans. “Where’d the spots come from?”
Looking
down I noticed my mistake. Some of the bleach had gotten on my jeans. “Uh,
nowhere,”
He
shoved my shoulder. “Dude, wait for me next time. I had this great idea that we
could hide his lawn care tools. He would go ballistic.”
“Yeah,”
I nodded with a chuckle thinking of the time we took his wash bucket he used to
wash his 1954 GMC. Then, when he walked
inside the house to look for it, Spencer and I replaced it in the garage and
hid in the bushes to see him find it and hour later right where he always put
it. From then on, he was convinced he was losing his memory. Even went to the
doctor a couple times to rule out the early onset of Alzheimer’s disease. Spencer
and I used this to our advantage and would tell him things that never happened
followed up with the statement of, “Oh, you must have forgotten that.”
He hated
that.
Spencer
and I looked over the truck for a few minutes when Casten, the youngest of my three
kids, appeared at the end of the driveway in a pair of board shorts.
“Does he
ever wear clothing?” Alley laughed reaching inside the back of the truck for
what appeared to a salad she had made.
Cole
jumped down from the overly large truck and smiled at me before saying. “He
never wears clothes. Why start now?”
Cole and
Casten took off to the backyard where the pool was being finished. For now it
was a skateboard park for the boys and a very large hospital bill waiting to
happen.
“Jameson,”
Sway watched them dig out their skateboards from the garage. “That doesn’t look
safe.”
“Logan’s
not here. It’s safe.”
“Good
point.” She pushed a pile of steaks into my chest. “Get to cooking, champ.”
Having
just come off my fifteenth NASCAR Cup Championship, my wife and family
frequently called me champ. If I was being honest, I liked it.
I caught
her by the wrist balancing the plate of steaks in my left hand. “You have so much to make up for tonight.”
She
grinned and purposefully licked her lips backing away across the slate patio,
her hand lingered on my forearm. “Oh I plan to.” She caught notice of my jeans
after that. “I’d change before Aiden comes over. He’ll notice.”
She had
a very good point. Hide the evidence.
Sway
disappeared to the kitchen with Alley when the rest of the family showed up. I
thought it was just Spencer and Alley coming over tonight but it turned out, as
with any given night we were all in town together, my sister Emma showed up as
did my parents. Before Aiden came outside, I changed out of my bleach stained
jeans so he wouldn’t notice.
It was both
nice and horrible having a large family since Sway’s parents were both gone.
Her biggest fear was growing old without a family. A family is what we had.
Congregated
around our dining room, I listened to the boys arguing. Axel, our oldest son,
wasn’t here tonight because he was at Volusia Speedway doing promotional
appearances for this upcoming season. This last winter came with it not only
the announcement of my dad retiring from racing, but as well the news that my
son would be taking over his legendary ride in the World of Outlaws.
Most of
the time was spent listening to Casten and Cole making the night eventful.
Thankfully, Emma and Aiden’s twin boys were at a friend’s house and not
instigating these two.
My
daughter Arie, our middle child, and Spencer and Alley’s daughter, Alexis, were
somewhere on these 230 acres but who the hell knew where. They usually found
entertainment where grown-ups weren’t. Being sixteen year old girls, you can
imagine their love for their parents.
They at
least showed up for dinner and then I knew they’d be out again. Sway and I
tried to get her to be friendly but she thought we were the least coolest
people and rolled her eyes every chance she could.
“I tried
calling to see what I should bring but you didn’t answer.” Emma said to Sway as
she shuffled a few dishes from the kitchen onto the table.
“Oh,”
Sway shrugged. “I think I lost my phone again.”
“What’d
your dad say about it?” Cole whispered to Casten as they took a seat around the
table.
Casten
shot Cole a frantic look.
“He
didn’t say anything.” Casten whispered back and smiled up at me. “How’s the shop
coming along, dad?”
“What
did you do now?” I asked sitting down beside Sway. She gave me a wink when my
hand brushed her thigh under the table.
“Why do
you automatically assume I did anything wrong?” Casten smiled as though he’d
just won the lottery. “Maybe I did something right?”
Let me
tell you something about my youngest son. He was here on earth for a good time
and nothing would stop him. And everything, I mean everything, was funny to
him.
Spencer,
who was sitting on the other side of me, looked at Cole. “You couldn’t keep
your mouth shut for one evening?” His voice took on a fatherly tone but still
lacked authority and I knew what’d happened. He’d put the boys up to something
and it backfired.
Casten
raised his hand.
“Why are
you raising your hand?” Sway asked just about the time my parents entered the
dining room with a few dishes of what looked to be pasta salad and pie. The
girls followed close behind them holding their phones a few inches from the
faces.
Casten
shrugged and smiled at Sway. “It seemed appropriate given the circumstances. I
wanted to plead my side of the case before it went to trial.”
“Weirdo,”
Sway mumbled scooping salad onto her plate. “Stop watching those court shows.
You don’t even know what you’re talking about and no, at fourteen you cannot be
Tommy’s attorney.”
“I
didn’t ask to be his attorney.” Casten laughed and leaned back in his chair
preparing for an argument. He lived for this shit. “But if he needed me to
support him through his legal battles, I would help. A good friend would.”
My eyes
drifted to Sway’s ass as she leaned over the table to pull the steaks closer.
Damn I wished we wouldn’t have been
interrupted earlier. Maybe no one would notice if I took
her inside the bathroom. Who am I kidding? Everyone would notice. They always
noticed which was precisely why we were always being interrupted.
“You two
never listen to all the directions I give you. If you would, you wouldn’t get
caught so often.” Spencer pointed to the boys. “You need to get good at coming
up with lies to protect yourself.”
“Don’t
tell them that!” My mom scolded him. “They are good nice boys. Don’t teach them
to lie.”
“Clearly
you’re not talking these two.” My dad, Jimi snorted pouring sauce over his
steak. “They lie worse than politicians.”
“Back to
the point,” Gaining focus, I spoke up before I drug my wife upstairs. “What did
you guys do that backfired?”
Casten
raised his hand again and then broke out into giggles. With his flushed cheeks,
bright green eyes and contagious smile, it was hard not to find him funny.
“Stop
raising your hand and answer me.”
“In my
defense, I didn’t know it was illegal.”
Cole
coughed appearing to choke on his Pepsi
he’d taken a drink from. “That’s bullshit.”
My mom
gasped covering her mouth at her their language.
“All
right,” Casten threw his arms in the arm. “I spray painted the mascot at school
today.”
“How is
that illegal?” Sway asked knowing we’d done that a time or two back in school.
“Well,”
Casten took on a formal upright posture folding his hands on the table. “This
dumbass beside me,” he tipped his head to Spencer. “...also known as my uncle Spencer,” Spencer’s eyes widened, his
fork falling to his plate. “...told
me that if I managed to paint the horse too that he’d give me fifty bucks. I
needed some extra cash.”
Spencer
grabbed a handful of grapes from the middle of the table and tossed them at
Casten’s face. “I’m not helping you anymore.”
“Spencer!”
My mom balked. “What were you thinking?”
“Wait,”
I waved my hands around trying to grasp what happened. “How is that illegal?”
“Uh,
well, apparently that horse at school is a police horse.”
“Jesus,
were you arrested?” Sway asked.
“No, I’m
a minor but I do have detention until the end of school.” He looked up at Sway
using his pouty face he perfected for her. “Can I be home schooled? I’m clearly
not suitable to public schools.”
Casten
constantly argued that he needed to be home schooled. We weren’t buying it nor
did either of us have time to home school him.
“No, you
can’t be home schooled. How come the school didn’t call me today?”
“I’m
pretty sure they did.” Casten’s eyebrows rose in amusement. “You can’t find
your phone again, remember?”
He was
ballsy, I’ll give him that, but I wasn’t convinced and he wasn’t getting off
the hook that easy.
“Listen,”
I pointed to Casten taking on my own fatherly tone to which Spencer chuckled. “you’re
thirteen...or fourteen...whatever...you’re
still a child and shouldn’t be doing shit like this.”
“Jameson,”
Spencer interrupted. “Take it easy on him. It was a crap shot to begin with and
that little shit Devin told on him. If it wasn’t for him he would have never
got caught painting the horse. Which I might add wasn’t in uniform. How were we
to know it was a police horse?”
“You
were there too?” I gasped.
Casten
clapped slowly with a smirk. “Well played jackass,” he said throwing the grapes
back at him. “You nearly had him convinced.”
Arie,
who’d remained clued to her phone beside Casten, glared at him. “Stop throwing
shit around the table.”
Arie
didn’t eat meat. She wasn’t a vegetarian but didn’t actively eat meat. So
Casten knowing how to fluster his older sister, took a steak from the plate and
threw it onto her plate over her salad.
She eyed
the offensive meat carefully and then looked at Casten. “And you wonder why I
dressed you like a girl growing up.”
“Real
mature Casten.” Spencer added attempting to cause a war between my kids. He
knew how to play the game with them. Problem was, I could start a war with his
too he just didn’t realize I was behind the majority of their fights.
“Hey,
I’m thirteen...or fourteen...or whatever...I’m
immature and too young to know the difference.” Casten replied cutting into his
steak and then purposefully chewing as loudly as he could to annoy Arie. “I
don’t think maturity has kicked in yet. More than likely it’ll come in sometime
after commonsense which I seem to be lacking too. After all,” he paused and
smiled. “I did paint a police horse.”
“Or it
may never,” Emma added speaking for the first time in this argument. Up until
now her and Aiden has remained quiet watching with smiles. They probably had
the worst kids out of all of us so I could only assume this was a nightly
occurrence for them. Emma continued to chew her food slowly gesturing to Spencer
and me with her fork. “It never kicked in for Jameson and Spencer. It might not
for you.”
Though I
wasn’t entertained by Emma’s remarks, I had to laugh at how much our family was
changing. It’s strange to me how when something in your life begins and you
think about what it will be like twenty years later, or at least I did. Now
here I was nearly twenty years since Sway and I got together. It was similar to
what I imagined but paled in comparison to what it really was.
“I know
what I want to be when I grow up.” Casten announced out of nowhere carrying
plates into the kitchen for Sway.
I wasn’t
sure if it was a rhetorical question or not but decided to reply when he stood
next to me. “That’s great buddy. You’re only thirteen, way to have your life
figured out.”
He
rolled his eyes. “I’m fourteen. How do you always confuse my age?”
“Whatever,
what do you want to be?”
“A
lawyer. With the amount of times you’ve been arrested, my sister and her poor
choses in men and my uncles, I think it’d be beneficial to our family.”
“We have
a family lawyer and Tommy is not your uncle.”
“Might
as well be,” Casten shrugged scooping a few more plates in his hands. I could
hear Sway laughing in the kitchen at something Emma told her. It made me smile
too just hearing her soft laughter ring throughout our home.
“All
right,” My dad stood. “It’s been fun but I have things to do. Let’s go honey.”
He said reaching for my mom’s hand. Mom looked up at him resting her hand in
his. They both exchanged a look of adoration and then looked at the rest of us
still gathered around the table fighting over the last piece of pie.
“You
don’t have shit to do, Jimi.” Aiden laughed leaning back in his chair when Spencer
stuck his hand in the pie claiming it as his own. No one wanted it after that.
“What could you have to do? You’re retired.”
“Oh I
have things to do.” he slapped my mom on the ass as they moved toward the
kitchen and then out the back door.
I leaned
into Sway with my shoulder. “Speaking of things to do,”
I didn’t
have to say much more than that and she was rushing through dishes and telling
the kids to behave for the night.
Once
inside our new bedroom, I leaned back into the door with, my head tipped to the
side watching the clothes disappear. Soft green eyes watched me with a hunger I
knew well.
Slowly
she approached and looked up at me with emerald eyes. “Let’s go over align
boring again. I think I may have forgotten the process.”
Those
words seemed to be my breaking point and everything else slipped away besides
us. I cradled her face in my hands kissing her softly, she worked on my belt
buckled shaking my jeans down.
“Let’s
get to the bed at least.” I chuckled when she wrapped her hands around my neck
and then her legs around my hips positioning for some machine work.
She
pressed more firmly against me. “No, let’s do this quick and dirty. I like quick
and dirty.”
Oh well
hell, if that’s what she wanted, I would certainly provide for my wife.
Our kisses
soon became needy and urgent. It was a dance the two of us knew very well from
our first time eighteen years ago in that Charlotte hotel room.
Her
tongue swept across my lower lip and I couldn’t fight the groan that escaped,
her back hit the door when I spun her around, she was getting it dirty if she
wanted. My hands fisted her white shirt. I balanced her against my thighs and
the door and yanked it over her head tossing it aside. “Fuck, I think you get
hotter every day.”
She
laughed. “I’m a sure thing. You don’t have to sweeten me.”
“Sweeten
you?” I laughed. “You’re sweet all right honey.”
“Shut
up. Where’s the dirty engine terms you promised?” her hands gripped shoulders
tugging at my own t-shirt.
Once it
was removed, I slammed her back against the door. “Hold on tight then. Align
boring requires a specialized motion. A motion,” I swiveled my hips forward and
then paused. “...that can
re-align long term mechanical stress.”
“Oh
yeah, I got stress baby.” Sway moaned bucking her hips into me.
I stopped
when I heard a thump at the door, we were now sprawled around our bedroom floor
kicking the remainder of our clothes aside and pushing boxes out of our way. “You
better have locked that fucking door.” I told Sway harshly and not willing to
stop. Whoever, and I prayed it wasn’t our kids, was on the other side of that
door would get one hell of a show.
Between
our breathing and my grunting, we didn’t hear any more noises.
With
increased movements, our bearings were caring equal loads.
“Jesus,”
Sway panted resting her head against my chest, my breathing slowing. “You’d
think after eighteen years it wouldn’t feel so amazing.”
“Oh
please, I’m the champ, remember?”
She
slapped my chest and sat up, my hand trailed down her back over the tattoo she
had on her spine. “I do remember.” She kissed my arm before standing to slip on
my t-shit. “You’re practically a legend.”
Just
before we moved a pile of clothes off the bed and onto the floor, Sway’s phone
that she found in the bathroom had chirped with a text message.
“That
little shit.” She smiled shaking her head.
“What?”
I set the alarm knowing I had to be at the sprint car shop in the morning to
meet Grady, our new fabrication specialist with JAR Racing.
“Casten
is suspended for a week for that stunt today.”
I said
nothing. Damn kids.
