“What?!” Brooks shouted.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Susan hooted. “Count us in.”
“I’ll be there, but I’m not too sure about the booty shorts,” Christy laughed.
Brooks asked her three more times to make sure she was certain before he finally hung up. He tossed the phone on the desk and leaned back in his chair. “If I see one pair of booty shorts close to my mother, there will be hell to pay,” he warned.
I hopped off his desk and leaned into him. I rested my hands on the arms of his chair and stepped between his legs. “What if a pair of those booty shorts happened to find their way into my bag?”
He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto his lap. “Now that is acceptable.”
I rested my hands on his shoulders and locked my eyes with his. “Are you okay?”
“You’re in my arms so all is right in the world.”
I rolled my eyes. “What utter bullshit,” I laughed.
“You doubt it, doll, but I’m serious when I say you just being with me makes everything good.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “Hell, I’ve just sunk basically all of my money into rebranding and I’m going to take my mom on an eight hour road trip. I should be freaking the hell out, but all I can think about is what color underwear you’re wearing today.”
“You’re such a man.”
He lightly smacked my ass. “That’s one of my best qualities.”
I slid my fingers across his scruffy cheek and smiled. “I could think of a couple of other qualities I’m fond of.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nodded and glanced at the door. “You didn’t by chance lock that when we came in here, did you?”
I sly smile spread across Brooks lips, and he nodded.
By the time I walked out of Brooks office, Harlyn had put his calls on hold for over an hour while I went over all of the “qualities” of Brooks I liked.
Being called into the boss’ office really wasn’t that bad.
*
Chapter Thirty-One
Brooks
“You ready, Brooks?”
The car vibrated to life, and I gave Roc the thumbs up.
“Bring it home for King Racing.”
I didn’t know how it happened, but King Racing, in their debut race, had made it all the way to the finals. The car had run like fucking magic all weekend, and I was ready to put it through its final paces to bring the Meyer Royal win home to Leeds Square.
I went through the motions of rolling though the water box, burning out to warm up the tires, then crept toward the start line.
I had my crew chief/business partner in front of me and the best pit crew on the AC Cola circuit behind me. All of the cards in the deck were stacked in my favor, and it was up to me to bring it home.
Time stood still as the three yellow lights lit up, then I rocketed off the line. My eyes stayed on my lane, and I felt the force of the car course through me with each foot that passed.
“Woo!” Roc shouted in my ear. “We fucking did it!”
I shut the car down and came to a rolling stop. I pounded the steering wheel with my fist and waited for the crew to get me out of the car so we could celebrate.
We raced as a team, won as a team, and you bet your ass we were going to celebrate like a team.
*
Frankie
“Susan texted me.”
Brooks rolled to his side, and I watched the sheet slide down his waist to expose his dick. After we had celebrated with the crew in victory lane, Brooks and I had come back to the trailer to have our own victory party.
“Mom okay?”
I nodded and turned my phone to him. Christy had the time of her life this weekend. Watching Brooks win with King Racing on his car was the cherry on top of the sundae. Susan had stayed close to her all weekend, and from what she reported back to Brooks, she showed no signs of her memory slipping. When we had gotten back to the trailer, Susan had left a note that they were off to grab a hot dog before all of the food stands shut down, but from the looks of it, they happened to find something else.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Frankie. We’re going to have to find a new nurse for Mom.” Brooks covered his eyes and shoved the phone away.
“Why?” I laughed. “I think she helps keep your mom young.” I turned the phone back to me and looked at the picture again. “How many fifty-nine year olds do you know who take a picture with four shirtless twenty-something-year-olds?” Christy was in all her glory in a hot guy sandwich.
“Don’t ever show me anything like that when I’m naked and in bed. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get it up again.”
I tossed my phone on the floor and dove into bed with Brooks. “Is that so?” I laughed. “Perhaps I need to help you think of something else. You know, make everything disappear.” I used his cheesy words against him and felt his body shake beneath me.
“I pour my heart and soul out to you, and what do you do? Throw it back in my face.”
“Oh come on. You know I love it, even if it’s cheesy.”
He rested his hands on my hips. “It did get you in my bed, so you can give me shit for it all you want because you’re the one who fell for it.”
“I fell for it, huh?”
“Hook, line, and sinker.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. “I think you were the one to fall for me first, Mr. Holeshot.”
“Mr. Holeshot, huh?”
I nodded. “Yep, you’re always the first off the line and the first over the finish line. You might as well have the official title.”
“And what should your official title be?” He wondered.
“I’m good with Best Car Chief ever.”
“No, no,” he muttered. “We can do better than that.”
I wasn’t sure how we could do better than that.
“How about the woman I love?”
My jaw dropped, and my breath caught in my throat. “Take it back,” I whispered.
He shook his head and had a huge smile on his face. “Nope, I can’t. I said it, and I mean it.”
No one other than my family had ever said they loved me. They had to love me.
Brooks, on the other hand, didn’t have to.
“See,” I whispered. “You really are Mr. Holeshot. You had to be the first one to say you love me.”
“First one to the finish line always wins, doll.”
And that was the damn truth. “What about being second?”
He tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Well, there really is only one time when being second is acceptable.”
“And when is that?”
“I think you know exactly when that is.”
I bit my lip, planted my hands on the bed, and leaned down ‘til my lips hovered above his. “I’m really not okay with not being first.”
“Then you need to be quicker off the line, doll.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “I love you, Brooks.” I held my breath and waited for him to either laugh in my face or wake up from the dream I was surely in.
“I love you, too, Miss Best Car Chief.”
My eyes popped open, and I busted out laughing. “You think maybe you could add in the world on the end of that?”
He shook his head and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You keep giving me a winning car, and everyone in the world will know just how amazing you are, Frankie. We make a pretty good team.”
I fell onto the bed next to Brooks, and he wrapped his arms around me.
Brooks may have said he loved me first, but we were both winners in the end.
*
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jay
I was slightly drunk, and my brain tried to file through all of the girls I had been with, but I came up blank. She looked familiar, but that was it.
“Do you remember me?”
I paused for a second to make sure I wasn’t about to slur and laid on my
usual charm. “I never forget a pretty face, darlin’.” I didn’t, it was just remembering the name that went along with the pretty face I struggled with. Especially when I was nine beers into a twelve pack.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head as if she wasn’t impressed with me. “We hung out a couple of months ago.”
As if that was going to jog my memory. “Oh yeah? We had a great time.” I wished like hell I could remember her name. I very rarely had run-ins with the chicks I hung out with after everything was said and done.
She had the look of someone I would be attracted to, though Frankie and Remy would say that meant she was breathing.
“I know you don’t remember me, but I had to come and talk to you.”
Warning bells went off in my head. I didn’t do repeats. If this chick and I had only hooked up once, that meant we were done. “Oh yeah.”
She took a step closer and tilted her head back to look at me. “I know you’re drunk as hell and probably won’t remember this in the morning, but I can’t leave here without saying something. My name is Delaney, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure you’re the father of my baby.”
My world rolled onto its axis, and I only got one word out before the floor rushed up to me and I blacked out. “Delaney?”
The End
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Meg
How did just stopping quickly to get dog food and shampoo turn into an overflowing basket and a surplus pack of paper towels?
“Put the paper towels down and back away slowly,” I mumbled to myself as I walked past a display of air fresheners and wondered if I needed any.
“Oh dear. Oh, my. I… Ah… Oh, my.”
I tore my thoughts away from air fresheners and looked down the aisle to an elderly woman who was leaning against the shelf, fanning herself. “Are you ok, ma‘am?”
“Oh dear. I just… I just got a little… dizzy.” I looked at the woman and saw her hands shaking as she brushed her white hair out of her face. The woman had on denim capris and a white button down short sleeve shirt and surprisingly three-inch wedge heels.
“Ok, well, why don’t we try to find you a place to sit down until you get your bearings?” I shifted the basket and paper towels under one arm to help her to the bench that I had seen by the shoe rack two aisles over. “Are you here with anyone?” I asked, as I guided her down the aisle.
“Oh no. I’m here by myself. I just needed a few things.”
“I only needed two things, and now my basket is overflowing, and I still haven’t gotten the things I came in for.”
The woman plopped down on the bench chuckling, shaking her head. “Tell me about it. Happens to me every time too.”
“Is there something I can do for you? Has this happened to you before?” She was looking rather pale.
“Unfortunately, yes. I ran out of the house today without eating breakfast. I’m diabetic. I should know by now that I can’t do that.” My mom was also diabetic, so I knew exactly what the woman was talking about. Luckily, I also knew what to do to help.
“Just sit right here, and I’ll be right back. Is there someone you want to call to give you a ride home? Driving right now probably isn’t the best idea.” I set the basket and towels on the floor, keeping my wallet in my hand.
“I suppose I should call my son. He should be able to give me a ride,” the woman said as she dug her phone out of her purse.
I left the woman to her phone call and headed to the candy aisle that I had been trying to ignore. I grabbed a bag of licorice, chips, and a diet soda and went to the checkout. The dollar store didn’t offer a healthy selection, but this would do in a pinch. The woman just needed to get her blood sugars back up.
I grabbed my things after paying and headed back to the bench. I ripped open the bag and handed it to the woman. “Oh dear, you didn’t have to buy that. I could have given you money.”
“Don’t worry about it. I hope if this happened to my mom there would be someone to help her if I wasn’t around.”
“Well, that’s awfully sweet of you. My names Ethel Birch by the way.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Ethel. I’m Meg Grain. I also got you some chips and soda.” I popped opened the soda and handed it to Ethel.
“Oh, thank you, honey. My son is on the way here, should be only five minutes. You can get going if you want to, you don’t need to sit with an old woman,” Ethel said as she ate a piece of candy and took a slug of soda.
“No problem. The only plans I had today was to take a nap before work tonight. Delaying my plans by ten minutes won’t be a problem.”
“Well, in that case, you can help me eat this licorice. It’s my favorite, but I shouldn’t eat this all by myself. Where do you work at?” Ethel asked as she offered the bag to me.
“The factory right outside of town. I work in the warehouse, second shift.” I grabbed a piece and sat down on the floor. If I was going to wait for Ethel’s son to show up, might as well be comfortable while I waited for him.
“Really? Never would have thought that. Figured you would have said a nurse or something like that. Seems like you would have to be tough to work in a warehouse, sounds like a man’s job.”
I laughed. “Honestly, Ethel that is not the first time I have heard that, and it probably won't be the last. You need a certain attitude to deal with those truckers walking through the door. I have an awesome co-worker, so he helps out when truckers have a problem with a woman loading their truck.”
“Sounds like you give them hell. My Tim was a trucker before he passed. I know exactly what you are talking about.” Ethel took another drink of her soda and set it on the bench next to her.
“Feeling better?”
“Surprisingly, yes. It’s a wonder what a little candy can do. How much do I owe you?” Ethel asked as she reached for her purse by her feet.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad that I was here to help.”
“Mom! Where are you?” Someone yelled from the front of the store.
“Oh good, Lo’s here. You’ll have to meet him.” Ethel cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled to him she was in the back.
I started getting up off the floor and remembered I wasn’t exactly as flexible as I use to be while struggling to get up.
“Ma, you ok?” I was halfway to standing with my butt in the air when his voice made me pause.
It sounded like the man was gurgling broken glass when he spoke. Raspy and so sexy. Those three words he spoke sent shocks to my core. Lord knows the last time I felt anything in my core.
“Yes, I’m fine. I forgot to eat breakfast this morning and started to get dizzy when Meg here was nice enough to help me out until you could get here.” Ethel turned to me. “Lo, this is Meg, Meg this is Lo.”
Oh, lord.
I couldn’t talk. The man standing in front of me was… oh, lord. I couldn’t even think of a word to describe
him.
I looked him up and down, and I’m sure my mouth was hanging wide open. I took in his scuffed up motorcycle boots and faded, stained ripped jeans that hugged his thighs and made me want to ask the man to spin so I could see what those jeans were doing for his ass. I moved my eyes up to his t-shirt that was tight around his shoulders and chest and showed he worked out.
I couldn’t remember the last time I worked out. Did walking to the mailbox count as exercise? Of course, I only remembered to get the mail about twice a week, so that probably didn’t count.
His arms were covered in tattoos. I could see them peeking out from the collar of his shirt and could only imagine what he looked like with his shirt off. Tattoos were my ultimate addiction on a man. Even one tattoo added at least 10 points to a man’s hotness. This guy was off the fucking charts.
My eyes locked with his after my fantastic voyage up his body, and I stopped breathing.
“Hey, Meg. See something you like, darlin’?” Lo rumbled at me with a smirk on his face.
Busted. I sucked air back into my lungs and tried to remember how to breathe.
Lo’s eyes were the color of fresh cut grass, bright green. His hair was jet black and cut close to his head with a pair of kick ass aviators sitting on top of his head. He was golden tan and gorgeous. The man was sex on a stick. Plain and simple.
“Uh, hey,” I choked out.
Lo’s lips curved up into a grin, and I looked down to see if my panties fell off. The man had a panty-dropping smile, and he wasn’t even smiling that big. I would have to take cover or risk fainting if he smiled any bigger.
“Thanks for looking after my ma for me. I’m glad I was in town today and not out on a run,” Lo said.
Ok. Get it together Meg. You are a 36-year-old woman, and this man has rendered you speechless like a sixteen-year-old girl. I needed to say something.
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