Hot Laps (15 page)

I didn’t get far with my lies when he just sat there. Sighing, I had to tell him or
how else would I explain my wet pants?

“Alright, I peed my pants. But I blame you. Now let’s go.”

Casten shook his head, amused. “Was that so hard to admit?”

I smacked him in the head with my purse as I got up from the table.

So again, no sex for me on account of me needing to change my underwear and then not
feeling so sexy what with peeing my pants and all.

It was a cold, humiliating walk back to my apartment before we stopped at the door.

Casten laughed. “Hey,” he offered with an amused smile after kissing my cheek. “It
happens to the best of us.”

I simply yelled a “fuck you” over my shoulder as I ran inside my apartment completely
embarrassed.

On Sunday afternoon, Anna and I went out for ice cream so I could get away from Adam
before I junk punched him or tied his dick to the doorknob. One of the two was reasonable.

The butthole was on my last nerve and it wasn’t looking good for his dick or him.
Adam worked at the local car wash. That right there should tell you all about the
cocks in his henhouse. Anyways, he has Sundays off and the night usually ended with
me getting drunk to the point I couldn’t understand anything he said. If I could,
he would have probably been a cooked cock in his own henhouse.

“Casten and Cole are some cool motherfuckers,” Anna said with a mouth full of chocolate
swirl. “Are their brothers that cool?”

“Yeah, I guess. I haven’t actually met Axel yet but Cole’s brother, Lane, he’s hot.”

“Where was he last night?”

“He travels with the sprint car teams.
And
he’s married.”

She snorted mordantly. I don’t doubt that,” and then gave me an inquiring squint.
“You know, I still have a mark on my ass from Jacob. What was that, eight months ago?”
she said, referring to the hockey players.

“Jacob? You fucked Jacob too?” I took a big lick from my Mississippi Mud wondering
how well Casten’s tongue could work and then contemplating texting him about that
said task to see if he’d reply.

“Well shit,” Anna pulled her cone away from her face looking at me with concern. “I
thought he said his name was Jacob.”

“No,
I
was with Jacob. I remember that much. I wore his jersey for like a week.”

“No wonder he never said anything when I called him Jacob.” Anna giggled. “Poor little
shit was probably offended.”

“Hmmm … I’d say that had something to do with it. What was the red mark from?” I asked
remembering my own red mark on my left ass cheek that I still had.

“He could do one hell of a slap shot.” Anna waggled her eyebrows before taking another
dramatic bite from her cone as if she was attacking it. “I wasn’t sure if that was
his dick, his hockey stick or his hand.”

Ah, the memories.

I’m not sure what was wrong with Anna and me but we acted as though sex was some kind
of monopoly game and we were looking to dominate the market by a single entity.

“You know, I thought that red mark was a tattoo or something. Damn, that boy was rough.”

Anna laughed. “You’re not kidding. But now I wonder who I was with if it wasn’t Jacob?”
She laughed, her eyes got wide. “I saw Jacob a couple weeks back when I was buying
the morning after pill. I thought it was strange he looked at me funny when I slapped
his ass as I walked by.”

“He was probably hoping you’d take him home.”

“Probably … how was Casten last night?” she asked nonchalantly.

Anna and I have always told each other everything. Didn’t matter what it was.

I frowned. “I wouldn’t know. I woke up alone and then when I called him we went to
breakfast but that was it. Oh, and I pissed my pants laughing at him.”

She completely dismissed my pissing and focused on her only train of usual thought,
sex. “You didn’t fuck him?”

“Nope. I kissed him but no fucking went down.” A smile tugged at my lips thinking
of him telling me about Tommy. I had to squeeze my legs together. “He seems like he
really wants to, at least I thought that the other night. But something is stopping
him. It’s certainly not me. I don’t think I could make it much more obvious.”

“He must really like you then,” she sighed a little confused. “That doesn’t say much
for me and his cousin, does it?”

“You never know. Stranger things have happened.”

“Yeah, like the girl getting hit by a car after she shaved your head in the third
grade.”

“I still maintain that was an accident.”

Anna smiled. “I’m sure.”

Later that night I got ready for work, laid out my clothes that is. I couldn’t focus
enough in the morning to be able to pick out matching clothes. Funny thing was, I
was never sober enough the night before to match anything either. I frequently left
the house with two different shoes on.

But times were changing. I couldn’t be drunk at work and that had me drinking a little
less these days. Regardless, I kept with my routine.

I also never folded anything so I usually ended up hanging it in the bathroom when
I took my one hundred degree shower for an hour to ensure Adam had no hot water. If
I didn’t succeed while doing that, I waited until he was in the shower and flushed
the toilet multiple times until he got to the point that he screamed like Jamie Lee
Curtis.

On Monday when I arrived at work, I snuck downstairs immediately before Charlie arrived
to see if, in fact, Casten did show up as early as the girls said he did. Sure enough,
he was there working diligently over an engine while tossing tools around.

I didn’t have time to go down there so I snuck quietly back upstairs to help Olivia
with inventory. I went back downstairs to catch another glimpse around lunch time.

He saw me this time and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

“Don’t come down here and leave again. You shouldn’t tease me like that,” he said
softly giving me that same smile he did when he saw my boobs.

My eyes focused on his hair that looked like a rat hibernated in it. “Did you brush
your hair this morning, my goodness?”

He smirked with a tiny shrug of his broad shoulders I was imagining my legs wrapped
around. “I had a
good
night.”

Please don’t say you were having sex with someone. Don’t kill my dreams buddy.

“Oh, yeah, I bet you did there, stud.” I moved forward. My left breast bumped his
arm. “Pleasant dreams?”

“
Very
pleasant dreams,” he replied with a smile, his attention still focused on the engine.
His hands worked quickly bolting on parts to the large engine on the hoist.

“Do you have plans tonight? Anna and I were thinking of going out? Or we could come
over and help you clean.”

He grunted tightening another bolt, the sound had me wondering what sounds he made
during sex. Yeah, my brain always went there.

“I’m gonna be stuck here late tonight.” He walked over to his toolbox retrieving an
air-socket and two more wrenches. “We could just you know … hang out at my house.
You don’t have to help clean. Most of the shit was my idea so I’ll take care of it.”
Casten winked at me just as his hand slipped from the bolt. “Goddamn it!” he shouted
as his knuckles slammed against the headers, taking the skin off. “Fuck!” he tossed
the wrench across the shop.

And though this wasn’t funny, I giggled when he stood there eyes tense, puce face,
huffing and puffing over this engine.

Before long, a small smile tugged at his lips. He stood there with one hand loosely
hanging on his hip, the other scratching his mess of hair.

“This isn’t a one drink night, buddy.” I jested. “We should go to a bar I know. This
is a show up at a party, drink a fifth of whatever and see what the fuck happens on
mystery Monday. I’m expecting to smack a bitch tonight.”

“In that case, I’ll wear my running clothes and meet you there. Where exactly?”

“There’s a place in Cornelius where they never check IDs. I’ll text you the directions.”

He smiled, then put his head back down to work.

The rest of the day went good. When six o’clock rolled around, I grabbed some food
before heading to the bar.

Casten had said he’d text me when he was heading over there so I thought I had plenty
of time.

Sometimes, when I’m bored, I send text messages that I wished I hadn’t. While I waited
for my food, I sent Casten a text that said:
If you don’t fuck me soon, I just may have to pay you to do it. What’s your going
rate?

I wanted to hit recall as soon as I did it but then quickly realized that iPhones
do not have that feature. Stupid piece of shit.

I got my food from Burger King and headed home to convince Anna she needed to come
along tonight.

Before I got there, I got stuck in traffic next to the roll-your-fucking-windows-up-corner
and the hobo who manned that corner with his shanking knives and fake plastic dog.

Do you ever have that awkward moment when you get stuck next to a hobo at a stop sign
while eating a cheeseburger and he’s holding a sign that says, “Hungry, please help,”
while he gives you the I-haven’t-eaten-in-months look?

What do you do? What does society suggest?

Me? I handed him my pickles as a peace offering. It seemed fair to
me
.

The ungrateful little shit just turned his nose up at them and petted his plastic
dog.

That was the last time I’d be offering my pickles up, that’s for sure.

I called Anna once I got back to my apartment. She tried to bitch out but I wasn’t
having it.

“Fuck you. You’re coming with me.”

“I’m not really prepared to go out.” I could hear her yawning and that stupid squeak
she always let out afterwards. “I haven’t even showered. And we’re not twenty-one.
How are they going to let us in?”

“I know the owner.”

“I’m tired and my hair is a mess,” was her next attempt at bailing on me.

I wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Just put your hair up. It’s a fucking bar. We’re
clearly not going to impress.”

“Fine…” she sighed. “Wait, is Cole coming?”

“Yes,” I lied.

I had no idea if he was coming but for some reason, the idea of going out alone with
Casten scared me a little. I know we went to breakfast the other night but that was
before I told him I was ready to pay him to fuck me. I felt a little…
awkward
so to speak.

What if I peed my pants again?

What if I tried again?

As I got ready in my best skinny jeans and new knee-high boots Casten loved, he sent
me a text message:
Getting off now. Oh wait, that’s your job later tonight…hahaha. Going rate…that’s
undecided. We’ll talk more about that later.

Smiling, I proceeded to put the finishing touches on my outfit, smack Adam upside
the head, and then toss his girlfriend’s purse in the washing machine before I walked
to the bar.

The bar was like two miles away and I had to run from three dogs on the way there
and then got lost trying to find the right street so I was a little late. Anna was
already there, as was Casten and apparently Cole and Nathan.

I looked down to see my phone vibrate with a text from Italian Tune-up
:
You better get your ass here right now! Anna is “people bowling” which is just her
rolling into random groups of unsuspecting people. They look pissed and I’m not ready
to deal with this alone.

This wasn’t the first time she’s done this and that was the first time we spent the
night in the emergency room but certainly not the last.

I sent him a quick text so he didn’t panic
:
I’ll be there in a minute. If they question you, run.

When I finally arrived, Casten and Cole were by the bar talking with the owner, Russ.
Apparently Russ knew Jameson and was ready to give those boys anything they wanted
but he took their keys. I kept my distance and found my people bowling friend striking
up conversations with her latest victim. He was holding a blood soaked rag to the
side of his face but at least he was smiling.