Happy Hour (Racing on the Edge)

by Shey Stahl

  In all actuality, I did have the golden ticket, only it was a little more in the shape of a camshaft and calling my name.

  Jameson chuckled against my neck and leaned forward to pull out his wallet. “Someone’s eager.”

  On the way back to the track, his hand never left my leg and neither did the feather light touching or the dirty car talk whispering he did so goddamn well.

  “I don’t get it.” I said reaching for my bag on the floorboard. “How did you go a year with that sex drive?”

  Jameson shifted in his seat. “Is that really a question you want an answer to?” He looked at me with a strange expression.

  “Well yeah, I asked, didn’t I?”

  He let out a nervous chuckled. Jameson was a lot of things but nervous or shy was never one of them. “Were you lying when you said it’d been a year?”

  “No, I wasn’t lying.” He assured me. “It’s actually been longer than a year. The last time was in Vegas last March, well over a year ago.”

  “So you...”

  “You’re not actually going to make me say it, are you?”

  I looked at him confused, completely lost as to what he was referring to. I don’t think I’d been this confused since I saw my first penis. Imagine my surprise when I found out it had balls attached to it and was covered in hair.

  Jameson sighed loudly rolling his eyes dramatically, annoyed by my confusion. He glanced over at my puzzled expression closing his eyes as though he didn’t want to say it. “Jesus Christ, there’s uh...other...you know...ways to satisfy the urge.” He hinted and I finally understood what he was insinuating.

  Self-lovin.

  What did I do then?

  Giggled.

  Not only because it was funny to me that Jameson Riley would have to resort to “self lovin” but also because I found the idea of Jameson and his “self lovin” incredibly hot and all I could do was giggle.

  “You’re such a shit head!” Jameson barked pushing against my shaking shoulders.

  “Do you remember,” I paused drawing a much-needed breath. “when Jimi used to refer to it as bleeding your pressure valve?” More giggling escaped me.

  “I’m not really amused by this.” He shot back watching my breakdown in disbelief.

  Once I stopped laughing, the car hummed in silence for a few moments before I broke it. “Why do you...I mean, you...uh...have women all over you.”

  Surely, he’s had opportunities. Look at him, who wouldn’t want him?

  “I...don’t know,” he shifted in his seat again. His shoulders seemed tense, that vulnerability rolling from him in waves. “I guess I got to a point where I just got tired of it. They only wanted one thing from me or they were in it just for the pit lizard fame. They didn’t want me, they wanted the lifestyle. And anyone that did want something more than a one-time thing, I couldn’t offer it to them.” His eyes shifted from the road towards me briefly. “This isn’t the ideal lifestyle for a relationship, Sway. I’m on the road at least forty weeks out of the year, sometimes longer. How can I ask someone to make that type of commitment?”

  I got the feeling he was implying a lot more in this conversation than he was letting on. Like the fact that he couldn’t offer me what I want. He was telling me he couldn’t offer me more than what was going on right now.

  “Did you apologize to Emma?” I asked wanting to change the subject away from this. I reached for my gum in the bottom of my bag.

  “Yeah, we talked.”

  “Do you understand why she didn’t want to tell you?”

  Jameson sighed. “I get it. Spencer and I can be scary.”

  “Spencer can be scary.” I clarified shoving the stick of gum in my mouth and then offering him a piece. “You on the other hand, you’re like...the incredible hulk.”

  “Am not,” he replied defensively taking the gum.

  I gave him an unconvincing look. “Really, what did you do to her first boyfriend when you caught them making out?”

  “Pft,” he snorted. “That fucking brat deserved it.”

  “Or what about the time you found out she lost her virginity to Ryder?”

  “Hey,” he barked back at me. “I’m still friends with Ryder.”

  “Probably because he’s afraid you’ll kill him. He’s keeping his enemies close.”

  Jameson was in complete denial of his anger problem; the boy could snap in matter of seconds and be a completely different person. He had multiple personalities as I called it and they didn’t always get along.

  “So what’s the deal with you and Darrin?” I handed him his water bottle.

  Just by the constant media attention surrounding them, I knew the gist of the rival but still, there seemed to be more to it than the standard “rubbing is racing” term.

  “He’s had it out for me since Daytona.” Jameson answered. “Before the race, his girlfriend, Mariah...well let’s just say she made it known she was interested. I didn’t respond to her advances or anything but she told Darrin that I hit on her.”

  I’d never seen Mariah before, but now, I felt the need to know what this woman looked like. She was probably beautiful like all the other pit lizards wandering around the track on race weekends.

  “Seriously, she did that?” I asked incredulously, my eyes wandered to the passing cars headlights. Briefly, I was reminded of our time spent traveling together that summer, how different is seemed now.

  “Yep,” Jameson shifted in his seat again and switched hands on the steering wheel, turning towards me with his shoulders. “She’s a bitch and he’s a real fucker on and off the track, well, you saw.” He threw his right hand up in the air before letting it dangle loosely over the wheel. “Not only did he wreck me back in USAC but once I got to cup he spun me around on pit road in Phoenix and then ran into me after the fucking race in Dover. Each week it’s something else. You saw the Winston...” he sighed in frustration. “It’s hard to believe in a sport with guys that are supposed to be professionals—he can get away with that. I still think he was behind the fuel additive in Charlotte.”

  “Has Mariah talked to you sense then?”

  “No,”

  I knew Jameson well enough to know he hated the drama of all this. He only wanted to race, not embroiled with the trivial high school bullshit that came along with some of the other drivers in the series.

  Our conversation continued like this for a while until we arrived back at the track, I was surprised to see that we didn’t pull in towards the paddock. Instead, he turned and drove towards the garages.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You said you wanted a ride.” He waggled his eyebrows.

  “Did you clear it with NASCAR?” you couldn’t miss the excitement in my voice.

  “Yeah,” he chuckled at my enthusiasm. “Gordon said it would be fine.”

  I’ve always wanted to ride in a cup car and could hard to mask my excitement.

  I was giddy as hell when he strapped the helmet on me and nervous as hell when he pulled on the track. He stopped the car on pit lane and shut the engine off to explain some rules he apparently had.

  I was scrunched on the passenger side, which if you’ve ever seen the passenger side of a cup car, there was not one.

  Crammed in between roll bars, the discharge nozzle for the fire extinguisher and me were getting real acquainted.

  Jameson pulled his helmet off so he could talk to me, running his fingers through his distraught mess of hair nervously. “Now, this isn’t safe at all, so I won’t be going full speed.”

  “No, no, no...I want the full experience.” I shifted my ass a slightly to get the nozzle out. “Fuck safety.”

  He chuckled giving me a lopsided grin. “We’ll see about that...now, if for some reason we...uh...crash,” he shook his head at the thought. “Just...hold on to anything you can.” He gave me a tortured expression. “This is a bad idea Sway, maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Jameson. When have we ever done anyt
hing that was a good idea?” I was trying to emphasize our situation.

  “Good point,” he loosened his belts. “I’m not wearing these if you don’t have any. So, let’s see...” he gave me a wicked smile and stared at me for a moment. “Just hold on tight, honey.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on my helmet, flipped my visor down, and put his back on.

  Taking note of his every move, he flipped switches and then shifted the car in low gear keeping his foot on the clutch revving the engine a couple times.

  Craning his neck to look over at me, he winked once.

  I couldn’t focus on anything with the revving, the roar alone vibrating my girly bits in a very nice way.

  It wasn’t lost on me though that we were doing something incredibly stupid. Here Jameson was paid millions each year to race and he’s taking his car out for a joy ride with no belts. It wasn’t exactly the smartest decision either of us had ever made.

  All thoughts were lost when he revved the engine once more.

  There’s something to be said about the sound of a stock car revving to life, I can’t explain, it’s a sound but it’s the sound, if that made any sense at all.

  I bit down on my lower lip when the car began to move at a slow speed down pit lane, then on the apron of the track.

  Jameson took his hand off the gearshift and gave me thumbs up. I gripped the roll bars tightly and gave him thumbs up as well, letting him know I was ready for my ride.

  Even over the engine and the wind, there was no doubt he could hear my screams when he slammed the car into high gear as we hit the straightaway.

  I had no idea how fast we were going but I could have sworn on a stack of bibles, I saw Jesus when my face was inches from the wall on the third straightaway. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and hot as hell all at the same time as I watched him push this 800 horsepower race car around the track. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, pumping throughout, shaking my very core with excitement.

  Never in my life had I ever been so scared of dying, and in awe of how addictive this could be, pushing yourself to the limits. I finally understood the rush he got out there all these years.

  Jameson remained focused, occasionally he glanced my direction. I could tell he was nervous, having me in here with no seat belts on, wrapped around roll bars with a discharge nozzle in places he only wished to be right now.

  Watching him was probably the best assembly prep I’d ever had and the boy wasn’t even touching me. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, I could see his forearms contracting with each shift and the way his long fingers gripped the black wheel, the quick movements his feet made while working the clutch, break, and gas simultaneously—it was addicting just to watch.

  Suddenly he shifted down to the low gear, pulled down on the apron in turn two, and jerked the wheel left. The car whipped around throwing us into a burn out. And if the driving didn’t turn me on, the revving of the engine and the smell of the burnt rubber pouring into the cockpit of the car sealed the deal.

  After a few more laps, Jameson slowed the car down, pulled onto pit lane again and then drove into the garage. The tires still smoking, the thick burning smell swirled through the bays, hovering in the air like fog.

  Jameson was breathing heavy when he reached over, killed the engine and pulled off his helmet. I pulled mine off as well and tried to fix my helmet hair. Completely useless.

  “That was amazing.” I said breathlessly shaking from the adrenaline.

  Jameson nodded once and grinned but said nothing.

  “So what are all these switches?” I knew most of them but I wanted some dirty car talk and I knew damn well he could provide it.

  He chuckled, giving me the smirk again. “Well, let’s start on your side.” He raised an eyebrow. “I know you know what all this is, so I’m just humoring you with this shit.”

  I let out a little giggle knowing he saw right through me.

  “All right so what is...” he looked at the way I was sitting. “Up your ass right now is the discharge nozzle for the fire extinguisher. And this,” he pointed to the switch to the left of it. “is the fire extinguisher switch for suppressing the chemicals,”

  I nodded as he pointed behind the seat. “And that’s the fire extinguisher.” He then pointed towards the dash in front of me explaining the switches from right to left. “This one here is the master switch. It shuts down the electrical system in an emergency. These,” he pointed to a cluster of switches. “are the auxiliary switches. They turn on the back up ignition system, ventilation fans, and my helmet cooling system.” He paused placing his hand over the gearshift. “And this...is the,” Jameson licked his lip slowly and winked once. “Gearshift,”

  Now it was my turn to shift uncomfortably.

  He then pointed to the dash in front of him. “This is the starter, ignition and cooling fans. This one is the engine gauge cluster that tells me the oil pressure, voltage, and fuel pressure.” He moved on to the tachometer. “This one monitors my RPM and then this switch shuts off the engine in an emergency situation.”

  I swallowed, this was almost too much to handle.

  “And here, on the wheel, we have my radio button.” His eyes scanned the cockpit for anything he hadn’t explained yet. “Any questions?”

  By now, I was panting and so was Jameson. I didn’t realize anything besides my own excitement during his allocution, but this was turning him on just as much.

  His head tipped back against the seat. “Come over here, honey.” He rasped in a thick gravelly voice.

  Eagerly, I tried to shimmy my way over there all sexy like but it didn’t go down that way, in fact, it looked rather ridiculous from the outside.

  There were switches, roll bars, a gearshift, a fire extinguisher, and just random shit everywhere.

  Eventually, I was able to get close to him after he removed the steering wheel and tossed it on the dash.

  Just as hot and bothered as me, he was grabbing me in any way he could. And though it was also frustrating that we couldn’t really maneuver very well, it was incredibly erotic, providing an alluring temptation that was just within reach but couldn’t be achieved.

  “Goddamn it,” Jameson grumbled against my lips when he couldn’t get me close enough to his camshaft. The poor boy was grunting, pushing, pulling, tugging, anything he could do to get me closer.

  My fingers inched towards him following a path along his leg. I had other plans when I slowly unzipped his jeans. “I have something in mind.”

  His eyes shot up to mine. “What are you...?” his voice trailed off as his eyes widened in surprise. “Oh...”

  “This is going to be difficult but I need this,” I gestured south with a nod. “In my mouth...right now,”

  “Fuck...” Jameson cried out slowly pulling his jeans and boxers down, revealing his incredibly hard camshaft to me.

  I’ve only handed out a few camshaft micro polishing’s in my time (which is just a thorough cleaning of the camshaft to keep from thrust failure—which would be horrible by the way), and I’d never finished one or given one to such a monstrous shaft before. Though I was terrified, I decided to just go with and try.

  After sneaking a quick glance at Jameson’s lust stricken eyes, I lowered my head in his lap and darted my tongue out to taste him. Jameson took a sharp intake of breath, arching his back slightly and raising his hips when I did that.

  Just do it Sway, don’t be scared of the colossal shaft staring at you. Just do it.

  After my Nike pep talk with the pervy pit lizard within me, I lowered my mouth, slowly wrapping my lips around him. There was no way I’d be able to get the entire thing in my mouth, so my hand had to assist.

  His camshaft was perfect—absolutely perfect.

  Seriously though, if he weren’t so good at racing, I’d think he could have a job modeling this flawless member. I felt drunk on his scent alone, the taste and the feel of him inside me.

  “Jesus Christ honey, you’re amazing...god...don’t stop.” He gro
aned. His eyes focused on my ministrations as he moved my hair aside for a better look—the other hand was on a roll bar gripping it tightly.

  I don’t think he would have let me stop at that point. And I didn’t as I drew him back in, grazing my teeth gently along his sensitive skin. I bobbed, I swirled, I stroked, and I licked.

  I could tell by the way he was moaning my name over and over again, that he was close. There was no more dirty heathen talking, there was no more teasing. It was just breathless moans of pleasure, pleasure I was causing.

  Hot damn.

  I was on a mission, and I’d finally found something that made Jameson Riley speechless. Well, aside from him moaning my name, but that seemed to be the only word he could form, so he threw his head back and held on, his hips squirming and lifting to meet my stroking and sucking.

  I don’t know what our newfound fascination with race cars was but I wasn’t about to complain. I will say that trying to give someone a good micro polishing in a race car that only had one seat and a shit load of obstacles in the way, it was extremely difficult, damn near impossible.

  What was even more impossible...getting some alone time on a race weekend.

  “Jameson, are you in here?” Alley called into the garage when she opened the door that was not more than ten feet from the car we were currently in.

  During the race weekend, the cars were held inside the garage area under lock down. Being in here wasn’t even legal and neither was our public display we were putting on.

  Just another embarrassing situation to add to my dossier.

  It wasn’t lost on me that it was damn near three in the morning, why she was looking for him wasn’t really a concern, but it did cross my mind. I stopped my bobbing but of course kept him in my mouth, what kind of pit lizard would I be if I let go?

  “What are you...?” Alley looked closer I’m sure.

  Naturally, I couldn’t tell, because once again, my head was buried. Only this time, I was in Jameson’s lap and my mouth was still wrapped around his camshaft assuring his thrust bearing wouldn’t fail.

  “Jesus Jameson,” Alley balked. “you’re such a whore.”