“Okay, what’s going on?” Cole asked with concern laced in his voice.
“Don’t worry. We’re not going to rob you.” Heather giggled.
“Or hurt you, much.” Hannah added.
Two low groans escaped from the guys. Cole squirmed in expectation. The night was starting to turn around. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand. He counted to twenty-six before the guitar intro to My Darkest Days’ song “Porn Star Dancing” started. As soon as he heard the unique music, he removed the towel from his face.
The coffee table had been moved off to the side and Heather and Hannah stood in front of him wearing his and Brant’s button down shirts with their backs to them. Cole’s focus never left Heather as she moved her body seductively and caressed it. When they both spun around at the sound of the lyrics, Cole’s jaw dropped. They had removed all clothing except the button down shirts that were left open. Each time Heather gyrated her hips, her shaved mound with its slim landing strip was put on display and Cole would groan in appreciation. About the time he was ready to get up and haul her toward the bedroom, she made her way toward him. Heather gave him a devious smile before crossing in front of Hannah switching places with her. He watched Heather as she trailed her small hands up Brant’s legs before climbing on the couch, straddling his lap. Cole’s attention was brought away from her as he felt Hannah copying Heather’s moves. He glimpsed Hannah’s curvaceous hips and silky smooth mound before she spanned his own lap, lightly scratching him as she trailed her nails over his chest. Linking her hands behind his neck, she pushed her melon sized tits in his face. Before he could comment on the twist in events, he roughly grabbed her hips, guiding them in a downward circular motion as he flicked his tongue out swiping it across her hardened nipple.
“No touching, Cole.” Brant let out in a deep groan as he clutched on to the arm of the couch and the cushion.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. Heather won’t let me touch her.”
Cole was beyond turned on. He was ready to explode, but he wanted to see where this unexpected lap dance was headed. He dropped his hands and threw his head back with a grunt. Hannah continued her assault on his lap and kissing his neck and shoulders.
The song changed, and when the music started again, Heather backed off Brant’s lap. Hannah followed her. They took a step toward each other and Cole grabbed his cock when the women met in a lip lock, groping each other. Heather’s hands slid around Hannah’s hips as she rotated her to the other side. She pulled away, winking at her friend.
“Heather?” Cole whispered her name before grabbing her hand.
“Hang on, baby. We’re just showing you how well we play together.” Heather spun around giving him her back again as she slid the dress shirt off her shoulders. Looking over her shoulder, she met his eyes; licking her lips, she dropped the shirt completely before spreading her legs slightly and bending over to pick it up and toss it off to the side. Straightening back up, her fingers trailed up her thighs and over the curve of her ass before gliding over her slender waist and up the swell of her breasts meeting above her head where she interlocked them as she swayed and rocked to the beat.
“Fuck that was hot.” Cole pushed up to sit on the edge of the couch.
“Hell yeah it was.” Brant moved forward as well.
At this point, Cole didn’t give a fuck what else she had planned. He reached out to grab her, but she slapped his hand away before backing that beautiful round ass of hers up and dropping down on his lap. She let out a moan as she rubbed her clit against his boxer covered length. Reaching down, she laced her fingers with his before bringing them to her breast. As he kneaded her breasts and gently pinched her nipples, she leaned forward stretching her arm out for something on the ground. Cole wasn’t about to let go of her breast now that she finally had allowed him to touch her, so he followed her down and saw the silver packages lying on the floor. About damn time. As he leaned back, she spun around to face him. Licking her lips, she freed him from his boxers before she tore open the condom package, removed the rubber and rolled it on him. He thought about asking if she honestly wanted to fuck in front of their friends, but he was so turned on, he couldn’t think enough to ask, let alone walk. He gently pushed her up and stood behind her to remove his boxers. With the condom already on, and knowing she was ready for him, he placed his hand on her back, turning her away from him and guiding her down. With her bent forward at the waist, he gripped her hips before slamming into her warm center; he let out a growl of appreciation as she whimpered. He wasn’t huge, but she was tight, and he knew she needed a minute to adjust before he moved. In that moment, he heard the cries and moans beside him. He glanced over and saw Hannah riding Brant in an oblivious high.
Focusing his attention back on Heather, he pulled out before slowly thrusting back in to her. She wiggled her ass against him, and he picked up the pace, causing her to scream out. Cole dropped his hand down to the front of her, rubbing her clit. She quivered, her whole body shaking.
“Yes! Yes… Cole!” Heather screamed out in ecstasy, causing Cole to lose his own battle and follow her in to a fucking stupor. He slammed into her wet center a few more times before he grunted in pleasure and slumped down over her back.
“I’m here.” Cole slipped out of her and spun her towards him, wrapping his arms around her petite frame. Cole clutched her chin, bringing her face toward him to kiss her deeply, before heading to the bathroom with his clothes in his hands to clean up.
Chapter Two
The day started with tech inspection, and following their inspection the Whinebeck racers were due to the FANZONE for an hour of meet and greet before preparing for their races. While sitting behind their designated table signing autographs, Cole spotted Rylan heading his way.
“Cole West, I think we got off on the wrong foot.” She held out her hand.
“Right. And you are?” He shook the hand of the only girl he ever loved.
She laughed and his heart did something it hadn’t done since he was a teenage boy in love. His pulse quickened at the sound of her husky laugh. At least she was laughing at his little joke. She placed a hand over her heart. “Wounded. You mean to tell me I didn’t leave any impression on you?”
He thought about letting it go, he really did. “So we have met? Was it after a race because honestly, babe, I don’t remember most of my after race conquests.” Let’s see what she does with that.
“Oh, no. If I were an after race conquest, as you called it, you’d remember me.” She flashed him a full watt smile, causing the diamond piercings in her dimples to shine. “Rylan Goff, ARRO PRO rookie.”
“Ah, Rylan. You blew me off last night when I was trying to introduce myself.”
“That’s me, the idiot that listened to one too many rumors and judged before I met you.”
“In that case, all is forgiven.” He winked at her before leaning forward and resting his arms on the table and spinning a pen between his fingers. Cole took her in, wearing another pair of short shorts and a black tank with MJL racing stretched across her chest in lime green. She looked from left to right, and he caught a glimpse of the small diamond in her nose; all three diamonds were tiny but sparkly. He wondered when she got them.
A soft smile graced her face as she looked back to him. “Great. Well, good luck tonight.”
“Hey, wait, what heat are you in?” He hoped she was in B so he could see her race.
“B, but I’ll be watching the A heat though.” Rylan walked away without another word, and Cole watched her ass as she went.
Cole finished first in his heat and won the starting position he wanted. After talking with his crew about how the bike handled, he congratulated Brant on a great second place finish before rushing toward the track to watch Rylan.
She was quick and knew how to ride. He knew she had to be somewhat good by being a rookie in this series, but he didn’t realize how much her riding had improved. Brant joined him under the shad
e tree where he watched the race. “She’s talented. You teach her everything she knows?”
“We use to ride some, and she was a natural, but she learned a few tricks since I’ve seen her ride.”
“She has this one won.”
“I know. She’ll be a great competitor for the main.”
“You plan on telling her who you are?”
“Not yet.” He pulled down on his ball cap before bringing his cigarette to his lips.
The race ended, and both men headed toward their bus for some rest before the main race that night. Cole knew this was his year. As he laid his head on the pillow in his bunk, he pictured Rylan, sweaty and pulling off her race suit. A smiled spread across his face as his mind lingered on her, and his body relaxed as he drifted to sleep.
The end of the race brought a huge celebration into the team parking lot. Rylan was celebrating her first top ten finish as Cole celebrated his first Daytona win. Cole was currently bent over and accepting the shot between Hannah’s tits. He licked the salt off the top curve of her right breast before he playfully bit her cleavage, wrapping his lips around the shot glass full of tequila. He eased it out and tipped his head back to swallow the warm liquor. The tequila burned a path down his throat, settling in his gut. Heather, who stood next to Hannah with the lime wedge in her mouth, removed the shot glass and offered him the lime by tipping up her chin. Cole sucked on the wedge and her lips, collecting the lime juice that ran down her chin with his tongue.
“So this is how one celebrates their first Daytona win, body shots?” Rylan’s voice came from behind him.
He spun toward her, “Yeah, you next? I haven’t done tequila out of a belly button yet.”
Her eyes widened for a half a second before she recovered, shrugging. “Why not?”
He hadn’t expected her to agree. “Clear that table, and Heather bring me the tequila.”
People rushed around clearing off a beer pong table. “Heeeeey we’rrrre in the middle of a gaaaaame.” Aidan slurred, drunk and irritated.
Cole watched Brant clap Aidan on the shoulder and heard him diffuse the drunken guy. “Trust me Aid, you’re gonna want to watch this. It’ll be way better than beer pong.”
With the table cleared and dried off with Cole’s insistence, he helped Rylan up on it. “You may want to lose the tank.”
Pulling her brows together, she glared at him. “I can lift it up to reveal my belly button.”
“You’re right, you could—but there are two problems with that. One, I might spill, and two, I won’t be able to lick the salt off your tit.” He held up one finger and then another, winking at her.
“Ugh! Fine. Jamie, hold this.” She pulled her tank over her head and handed it to the blonde that was always with her, revealing a sexy as fuck black lace bra.
Heather appeared at Cole’s side with tequila, salt and a lime wedge. She squeezed the lime on Rylan’s chest, up high near her collar bone. “Lower, Heather.” Cole stood watching Heather try to keep him from Rylan’s large breasts. Heather shot him a glare before rubbing the lime across the top of Rylan’s left breast and shaking the salt over the top. Heather stepped back and started to add the lime to her mouth before Cole grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Her mouth.”
“What? I always hold your limes.” She flashed him puppy dog eyes in a serious pout.
“Not this time.” Cole grabbed a fresh lime from the container Heather held, flashing a grin to Rylan. “Open up.” As she parted her full lips, he slid the wedge between her teeth, pulp side out. He stared into her eyes a moment longer before tipping the tequila bottle and pouring the liquid into her belly button. It pooled, spilling over and collecting in tiny puddles on her hard stomach. He dipped his head, flattening his tongue on her chest he collected the salt, and placed an open mouthed kiss on her warm skin that left her covered in goose bumps. As he held the salt on his tongue, he moved lower to start sucking on the pools of liquor, and when he finally reached his destination, she shuddered in response to his suckling and nipping the center of her stomach. Cole pushed off the table before placing his hands on either side of her head, dropping his own head to steal the lime from her mouth. With him caging her in she had no choice but to wait as he pulled the juice from the lime and spit out the wedge. Bringing his mouth back to hers, he kissed her softly as her eyes closed and she lay there motionless. Cole drew back, smirking and winking in Rylan’s direction.
To him, she tasted the exact same as she did five years ago when his lips last met hers. As he walked away from the table to hide the evidence that little display had on him, Cole called out, “Who’s next?”
He spun in a circle with his arms held out to the side. When his eyes landed on the table Rylan had occupied, she was gone. Before he could register where she went, Kat stood next to him with the bottle of tequila. Oh, hell no! Kat motioned with her head toward the table. “I’m next, and you know exactly where I want you to take your shot from.”
Quickly searching the crowd, Cole found Aidan, plastered and not to far from him. He would be the perfect distraction for Kat. Cole yanked his arm out of Kat’s fire engine red fake nails. “Hang on, it’s Aid’s turn.”
Kat raised her dark eyebrows, “Aid?”
“Yeah, Aidan, he can Aid you in anything.” Cole laughed at the nickname Aidan received his rookie year when he claimed he was helping some chick up to the top of an RV and he accidently let a finger slip when he was assisting her. It didn’t help that the girl was wearing a mini skirt with no underwear. Cole clasped on to Aidan’s elbow, gently pulling him toward Kat. “Hey buddy, how you doing? Ready for a twat shot?”
“Uh, sure.” Aidan wobbled a little before glancing toward Kat. “Oh.”
“You got this. Heather, help him get set up.” Cole flinched as he saw Kat crawl up on the table with all her goods on display. It was not pretty, and he quickly looked away trying to track down Rylan. A little ways away he saw Brant talking to Rylan’s friend and headed that way. “Jamie, right?”
“Yeah. Cole, right?”
Cole let out a deep chuckle, “Yeah, hey where’d Rylan take off to?”
“Well, after that little belly shot presentation and you immediately asking ‘who’s next’ she had to cool off. She went back to our hotel. You know the one where you stayed last night?” Jaime crossed her arms over her chest and tipped her head to the side.
Wait, what? “Huh?”
“I knew you were an idiot. We were at the hotel when you and this guy along with those two whores showed up.”
He started to defend Heather. She wasn’t a whore. A groupie maybe, but not a whore. Kat on the other hand was a whore. He continued to stare at Jamie unsure of what to do or say. Finally, he decided to play the dick and said, “And?”
“Just letting you know where you could find her. You think she didn’t figure out that Cole West was her long lost love Christopher? ”
Cole’s eyes widened in shock. No one has called him that since he left home. Not long after he reached California and ran the local scene for six months, he legally changed his name. He was no longer named after the man that gave him the ultimatum. He left Christopher Owen Leadman behind that day, and Cole West was born.
Brant’s head spun between the two. “Christopher? Isn’t that your dad?”
“Yeah, and it was my birth name until I moved to California. I haven’t been called that in five years. How did she know?”
“You knew it was her didn’t you? You don’t think she knows you? As soon as we got here to Daytona and she saw you, she knew. You came up to her like you didn’t know her, so she played the same card.”
“Huh.” It was all Brant could say now, and Cole replied with a similar sounding grunt.
“Yeah, huh. My suggestion? Go after her, tell her you know who she is, and let her come clean with you too.”
“Yeah?” Cole was at a loss for words. Would he tell her? He wanted to, but he was afraid of her reaction.
“She loves you, and y
ou still love her. Why wouldn’t you tell her?” Jamie stood with the top of her head barely reaching his chest. Her small fist was propped on her hip that she had slung out to the side in one of those irritated chick stances. Her pretty features were all pinched together and her lips pursed; she rather looked liked a pissed off llama.
“She does? But I left--I had to--without saying a word, and my pussy ass never called her. I could have called her, and I never did.”
“She knows why you left. She doesn’t understand why you never tried to make contact, but she’ll forgive you. She thought you had completely disappeared. Then again, she’s been looking for Christopher, who stopped existing after he turned eighteen.”
“How does she know?”
“You need to ask her. As I said, she’s at the same hotel you were at last night. Come on Brant, let’s find some music to dance to.” Jamie spun around, effectively ending their conversation.
“Well thanks, I think.” Cole rubbed his face, removed his ball cap, and shoved his fingers through his hair, pulling on some strands before replacing his cap on backwards. Turning to face the exit of the speedway, he heard Brant call out, “Good luck! Go change, you stink!”
Cole threw a hand up in Brant’s direction before stalking toward the bus to change. Remembering he had no clue what room number or how he was going to get in there, he yelled back for Jamie, who was still in sight, almost like she was waiting for him to realize he needed her help. “Jamie?”
“Room 2257, two doors down from where you were, and here’s the key.” She held it up between her first two fingers.
He rushed back to her and grabbed the card. When she wouldn’t let go he repeated the room number, and she shook her head and said, “Don’t hurt her.”
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