You may have thought you were pulling something over on me but you weren’t. I was aware of what you were doing, and I would never allow you to jeopardize your career or my team.” I looked up at him through tired eyes to find his smiling face looking back “Go back to sleep, baby. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
When I woke again, this time with the sun high in the sky, Kelley was nowhere to be found. The house was quiet, definitely empty, but I could hear music outside. I pulled a pair of his boxers on under the t-shirt of his that I was already wearing and went on the hunt, stopping in the kitchen for water. I went out the back and walked up the drive and found the source of the pounding music. Billy Idols Rebel Yell was pouring from the open garage door, a beat to hell, pieced together old car was up on jacks. It had what looked like a battering ram for a grill and a metal screen for a windshield. It was dusty and caked with mud; the wheels stripped off and tossed in an empty garden plot next to the garage. Billy Idol yelled More and I stepped over Kelley, straddling him and tapped his side with my bare foot.
“Billy Idol?” I teased.
“It’s my new favorite song!” He called back with a chuckle.
“You’re supposed to be taking it easy.” He came rolling out from underneath the car and stopped beneath me, his eyes gazing right up between my spread legs. He was dirty and shirtless, a large fresh bandage over his shoulder.
“This is me, taking it easy.” He said with a grin that instantly made me wet, I may have been dripping, only he would know. “Now there’s a sight,” he murmured dropping the wrench to his side and wrapping his big hands around my thighs his thumbs pulling the fabric of his boxer shorts away from my body. His eyes got dark and he sat up, licking his lips, his grip tightening on my legs. He didn’t even bother to remove the boxers or move me from sight he simply pushed the fabric to the side and his tongue darted out and struck my clit.
“Oh my God,” I cried softly, my hands tightly locked to his shoulders. “Kelley,” I panted,
“someone will see.” There was no conviction in my voice and we both heard it. His hands tightened around my thighs and he pressed himself into me, speaking into my flesh.
“I don’t care,” his tongue moved over me and I dipped. “Hold steady,” he said and I could feel his smile as his mouth closed over me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair which was tough because it was short, but I needed something to hold on to. He was turning me inside out and I could only stand and take it. I felt him slip a finger inside me and a low growl came from between my legs. “Hands on the car, Mack.” I looked down on his dark face and my heart skipped a beat before I released the grip I had on his hair and leaned forward, curling my hands around the lip of the bumper. Oh god!
He pressed me to him and showed no mercy, his tongue and lips working in tandem to drive me mad, challenging me not to cry out at the top of my lungs. I bit my lip and dropped my gaze, watching the top of his head as he ravaged me with his mouth and held me aloft. His strong hands the only thing keeping me from collapsing into a puddle of goo on his garage floor.
Electricity shot from the tip of his tongue and spread like fractured lightning throughout my body. Running through my veins, singeing me from the inside until the jolt hit my mouth and I could no longer contain what had been building. My grip tightened around the metal, I threw my head back and groaned from somewhere so deep I knew Kelley could taste it. He pulled me closer and swallowed everything he had given me, slowly coaxing me down from the edge he had pushed me to. I closed my eyes, loosened my grip on the car and took a deep breath before I heard the bark of a little dog and my back went straight.
“Oh my God,” I whispered in a panic to Kelley who still very much had his hands in my pants. I batted his hand away and tried to straighten up but he wouldn’t let me. He chuckled and hugged me to him one last time, moved the boxers back into place, gave my ass a hard swat and rolled back from between my legs. I turned and tried to look nonchalant as I scanned for any potential voyeurs but thankfully found none, just Boomer, the oldest of Rose’s little dogs trotting into the garage, looking like he owned the place.
Kelley whistled for him and tossed him a rawhide from the workbench where he stood, his hip against the counter, his eyes square on me. He looked…. hungry, and I didn’t know how that was possible after what had just happened. The corner of his mouth turned up and his tongue swept across his bottom lip and it was like he was still between my legs.
“I’ll have to finish you later,” he grinned as he walked back towards the mouth of the garage, a swath of grease painted across his chest, the shadowy landscape of his tattoo blending with the soot and muck from being beneath a car. “First, I have to finish this,” he said as he sidled up to me and placed his lips on my shoulder, then to my ear and finally to my lips. It was soft and sweet and not long enough as he stood back and handed me a wrench. “Here, you can help.”
“Uh,” I mumbled as I collected my thoughts. “Maybe I should go change first, Rose is sure to come out any minute.” He settled onto his back and looked up at me, going right back to where he was when I interrupted him.
“Nah,” he called as he rolled back under the car. “The mutt is just out for a stroll. You have nothing to worry about, baby. Nobody but the Lord saw what I just did to you, and the dog.” His laugh echoed from beneath the car and I looked over to see Boomer lounging on the cool concrete, gnawing at his rawhide looking at me like, yeah, what of it? “Wrench!” Kelley called and I reached down and handed him the wrench.
“What is this thing,” I asked as he rolled away.
“It’s a car, kid.” I kicked his foot.
“I know it’s a car, or a facsimile thereof, but.”
“A facsimile thereof…” he mocked. “There’s that college degree,” he called as he tapped something metallic. “It’s a Saloon car. Race tonight.”
“You race during race season?”
“Uh, yeah…when else would we race?” He rolled out from under the car and sat up, wiping his hands on an already greasy rag.
“Does Robert know? Does Aidan know?” He stood and came for me.
“Relax kid, what are you so worried about? It’s just a bit of fun, besides,” He picked up a tendril of my hair and put it to his nose, taking a deep draught of my shampoo, his eyes lit and he smiled a tummy twisting smile. “I don’t drive this car. This is Garrett’s baby. We built her, I house her, but he drives her. He is one hell of a driver too. Fearless. Bordering on stupid, but he is fun as hell to watch.”
“What would he have to fear in this thing,” I asked eyeing the roll cage and battering ram. It looked like a mini tank.
“You’ll see for yourself soon enough.” He pushed in on me, backing me against a work bench, his hands in tight at my sides, his hips pressed to me. He bent his neck and kissed the line of my jaw, first the right side then the left. He pulled my chin between his thumb and forefinger and watched my lips as they parted of their own free will, aching for his mouth. He grinned with a tip of his eyebrows and looked up into my eyes. “I am going to need a shower,” his low voice rolled over me like a sonic wave and I was stunned. “I’ll need some help.”
Kelley showered. I helped. He got me all kinds of dirty…. then he helped me get clean. I lingered under the hot water after he excused himself, feeling loose as a noodle. I dressed for the track. I had on my best pair of jeans, skin tight and stretchy, my black motorcycle boots that I had picked up at the goodwill when I was a teenager and my favorite, cutest t-shirt. It was fitted with a deep v, it had once been red but was now a dusty pink as it had been washed hundreds of times. It was soft and clung to me in all the right ways and had Love written across my shoulders on the back.
I met Kelley in the garage, still tinkering with the car, his jean clad ass stuck up in the air, head buried beneath the hood, another tight jean clad ass stuck out beside him. Both sets of legs wore dusty black leather work boots.
I cleared my thr
oat and they both stood; Kelley and Garrett, a dynamic duo of panty destruction. If Kelley hadn’t been my dream since I was a girl, Garrett would be starring in my late night fantasies. He was tall and lean with broad shoulders and an ass that was high and tight, so tight it looked like you could bounce a quarter off of it. His hair was shaggy, light golden brown with a hint of red. Wicked green eyes and freckles that made you think he was innocent….when he most definitely was not.
Kelley was a whole different kind of perfection. The kind you dream about when you are sixteen and your parents just don’t understand. You want him to climb up to your window and take you away in his too fast, too loud car that rattles your mother’s china. He wore a dark green long sleeve t-shirt, the sleeves pushed up over his sculpted forearms. The plains of his chest were evident, the wash of his abs unmistakable and I thought it should be illegal for someone to look so otherworldly in clothing so simple as a t-shirt and jeans. He stalked towards me while I admired him, his gait seductive and commanding, his eyes darkening as he got nearer.
“Fuck, if you aren’t the sexiest thing I have ever seen in a pair of motorcycle boots,” He growled as he dipped, wrapping his hands around my ass, and lifting me from the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, minding his cuts and bruises.
“I want you to fuck me with those jeans around your hips,” I whispered, gazing over his shoulder at Garrett, who pretended not to be watching. Kelley’s arms constricted around me before he grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged my face back so we were eye to eye. He lowered his gaze to my shirt then back up to my eyes, his voice low.
“If you promise to keep those boots on, we have a deal.” The corner of his mouth twitched and I smiled back in agreement. “Grrrr,” his throat rattled before he pressed his lips to mine for a quick, hard kiss and placed me back on my feet. “First, we race.” His eyes lit and he swung us around to Garrett.
“Let’s get her loaded up. Mack, you go fetch Rose, tell her this trains leaving, with or without her. I’ll go pull the truck around.” He shuffled me out of the garage and towards Roses house and dashed down the driveway to back the truck in.
Chapter 26
Down and Dirty
The track was a dusty, rough heaven until the sky opened up just as the first cars rumbled up to the starting line. Engines revved, tires spun and puddles got deeper as the butterflies in my belly took flight. Most of the cars seemed to have a local sponsorship. Garrett raced with Coopers Pub and Doc’s garage stickers emblazoned all over his helmet.
Doc made an appearance alongside Cressida and her dad, who everyone lovingly referred to as Pops. Apparently, the Saloons were a family affair. Doc was a stout little man with a friendly smile and a wicked glint in his dark green eyes. Years of laughter and expression were written in his sweet face. Pops, on the other hand, was huge and at first glance was more than a little intimidating. He was broad-chested and solid, his massive forearms covered in tattoos. He wore a tight ginger beard that was just beginning to gray and the same green eyes as Doc.
Rose, once again a fixture in Kelley’s fast world, was decked out in her race gear, complete with her pageboy cap and bottle cap racing goggles. She drove the pace car. A chopped and dropped Ford Fiesta with ridiculous tires, the Yukon Jack flying behind her, the dog riding shotgun. It was hysterical and just what I needed.
The night was less than civilized. It was a fucking bloodbath and it was awesome. This was no cordial, regulated race but a demolition derby. The cars were rough, to say the least, all outfitted with homemade roll cages and fashioned battering rams. The competition wasn’t about who was the fastest but who was the most ruthless. And it had become clear after the first series of races that that title belonged to Garrett.
The moment the gun went off they started ramming one another, driving each other into the grass, into the wall, into each other. It was brutal and it was so fun to watch. Race after race Garrett came out on top, the last car standing. Kelley was right, he was fearless.
Cressida couldn’t take her eyes off Garrett. I saw the way she looked at him, the way she longed for him to return her attention. He was such a shit, trying so hard not to give it her, it was obvious he wanted her but he was trying to play it off. When she was surrounded by other men, he took notice, he had no choice. Cressida was stunning. Tall, built like a brick house, blonde and sweet as pie. Seeing her on the track, I saw a whole new side to her, a side I could relate to.
She was a car girl to her core. She cheered and jeered as the cars ran amok. She was in the pits right along Kelley and Aidan calling the shots, all the while Garrett tried so hard not to pay her any mind. He was playing a futile game, it was obvious to me, I wondered if anyone else saw him as so transparent. She seemed to be aware of his attention but was so shy around him. They danced around one another, always watching but never engaging.
The races were just the distraction I needed from the onslaught of mistakes that were being thrown back in my face. I needed the sound of crunching metal, the smell of burning rubber, and I needed it to be tied to nothing but my pleasure, not my pain. As we drove back to Kelley’s with Garrett’s smashed up car in tow, Rose asleep in the back, with Boomer in her lap I let my mind wander. Wander to my fantasies all those years ago, and to the fantasies that were new.
They all starred Kelley, every single one of them. He was the hero, the conqueror, the One. I looked over at him, at his profile as it went in and out of the lights of oncoming traffic. The strength in his jaw, the line of his smile. It was all the stuff of dreams for me and I couldn’t help but stare.
“You like what you see, baby?” he asked with a sly grin pulled across his full lips. “I’d venture to say that fast cars and dirty racing turn my girl on.”
“Call me your girl again,” I whispered, unbuckling my seatbelt, checking to make sure Rose was still sleeping.
“You like it when I call you my girl?” he asked, knowing full well the answer as I moved across the cab to his side.
“Mmhmm.”
“What if I said I wanted my girl’s lips around my cock?” He asked with a smirk. I looked up at him and back at Rose then back to him with a blush so deep I would bet he could see it in the dark.
“I’d say you’ll have to wait,” I returned coyly, sidling up next to him and unbuckling his seat belt, but nodding in Rose’s direction.
“Almost home,” he smiled, his hand settling between my legs. It didn’t take long before we were pulling down his drive and Rose had ventured to her little house, a sleepy Boomer right on her heels.
I don’t know where the balls came from, but I had ‘em and they were huge. I could think of nothing else but getting his beautiful cock in my mouth and I was not going to be distracted.
As soon as Rose was in the house I had my hand in his waistband, taking what I had been waiting for. He looked over at me as the motion light came on, his eyes lit with lust and challenge, and I accepted wholeheartedly. I undid his zipper and his button as he waited, his eyes moving between me and the sky until I freed him and all bets were off.
I wrapped my hand around his thick cock and ran my tongue around the tip, wanting a taste of Kelley. By the time I had him pushed to the back of my throat he had leaned back, his hips lifted from the seat. I took more liberty, tugging his jeans further down his hips. I don’t know what I liked more, the feel of him against my tongue or the sound that I coaxed from his throat, raw and low and thick with pleasure. I looked up at him to find his head tipped back, eyes closed mouth slack, his Adam’s apple rolled down his throat as he swallowed and I felt it in my gut. Nothing made me happier than pleasing this man. Pleasing him and driving.
We left a trail of clothing through the kitchen and down the hall like breadcrumbs to be picked up in the warm light of morning. I followed the trail into the kitchen pulling Kelley’s t-shirt on over my nakedness and put the kettle on. Kelley was in the driveway, he had backed the car into the garage an
d was unhitching the trailer. He turned, his shirt wrapped around his hands as he used it to mop his brow and caught sight of me in the window. His smile lit brighter than the sun and he winked before hopping back in the truck and pulling her down the drive.
He caught me in the kitchen a warm cup of tea in my hand, a fresh blush across my cheeks as he took a handful of my ass and pulled me in for a perfect good morning kiss. His lips were soft and slow, his grip tight, his body hard. I wanted to sink into him and stay like this forever.
“Team meeting this morning, sleeping beauty. You’ve got fifteen minutes to get dressed. Aidan wants us all at the garage by ten.” He looked down at me with those chocolate eyes and I barely heard a word he said. Everything I ever wanted stood in this kitchen and I didn’t want to leave.
There had been a shift between us since his accident. He was letting me in, in for real this time. I wanted to ride it and see where it took us. I wanted to cling to the moment and beg for more, but I knew that wouldn’t work. The hunger in his grasp said he understood but the glint in his eyes was all about getting to the track.
“I’ll get dressed then,” I said quietly as he took the tea cup from my hands and kissed the base of my throat. “You’re not helping,” I sighed as his hands went to the hem of my shirt. Before I knew it he had ripped it over my head and surrendered it to the pile of clothes already on the floor.
“This is me, helping.” He said with a grin before he pulled me from the ground and hauled me back to bed for a proper good morning.
***
The team was waiting when we arrived, 30 minutes late, and gave a hearty cheer to Kelley as we walked in the garage. He made sure to be holding my hand and I watched the eyes go to our clasped hands, but then, nothing. No reaction, no questions, just on with business. I looked up at Kelley to find him smiling comfortably.
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