Hot Laps (33 page)

When I first heard that speech, I didn’t appreciate it.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say I completely understood it now, but it made more sense
the older I got.

Then my mom said to me, “Hayden is a dirt track. She’s feisty, rocky and has good
bite.”

I understood
that
.

When we got back from Texas, Hayden spent some time with Anna, who apparently missed
her so much she called the police and alarmed everyone.

We hadn’t seen each other in a few days and I was getting ready to call her Saturday
morning to see if she wanted to hang out today, when Zoey, a girl I saw quite often
before Hayden, asked me to meet her for coffee.

I did and afterwards, I could have went back to her place but I didn’t. I took that
shit seriously when Hayden asked that I only have sex with her. That confirmed my
feelings for Hayden were more than I initially thought.

Zoey seemed confused when I told her I couldn’t but when I explained about Hayden,
she seemed to understand, in part. Or at least she said she did. Knowing girls these
days I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was on Facebook either bad mouthing me
to her friends or stalking Hayden’s page. Girls were like that.

I wasn’t sure if Hayden even had a Facebook page, and frankly I didn’t care. I didn’t
have one for the simple fact that it complicated things in a relationship. It was
a nightmare.

After lunch with Zoey, I called Hayden and asked if she wanted to go to dinner.

She said yes but would meet me there. She didn’t want the possibility of Tommy fucking
with her car. I assured her Tommy was in Oklahoma.

She still wasn’t convinced and I couldn’t blame her on that one.

There was a two-night show coming up in Eldora this week and I’d already made plans
to go. I talked to Dad and asked if Hayden could come and he gave me the speech of
I hired her for the shop, not to be your traveling fuck buddy.

He had a point but I convinced him to let me take her anyway.

I wasn’t entirely convinced Hayden would even go with me again though. When I thought
about that announcer’s booth and the blow job I got on the way home through Louisiana,
I prayed she wanted to go on another trip.

We went to dinner, then back to my parent’s house where thankfully everyone was gone.

Cuddled up on the leather couch in the movie room, we watched one of Hayden’s favorite
movies,
Pretty Woman.

Suddenly, just about the time I was going to attack her, she jumped up and said she
was thirsty and wanted ice cream.

She was gone ten minutes and I started to get concerned and went down the hall to
the kitchen to check on her.

Part of me hoped I’d find her waiting in the fuck fort for me.

She did one better when I found her standing in the kitchen, naked, with chocolate
syrup in one hand and ice cream in the other.

Seeming pleased with herself, she gave a tiny shrug. “I got the ice cream but you’re
out of bowls.”

I gave every inch of her naked body the attention it deserved. Walking toward her,
I flipped the switch on the wall to leave only the lights over the island on. When
just those lights were on, it made the dark wood in the kitchen reflect them in ways
that created a softer candle light appearance.

When I got close enough, my gaze dropped from her chocolate kiss eyes to her full
breasts. Then lower, to her hips and shapely thighs that got me every time.

Slender with dark hair, Hayden knew damn well how beautiful she was. No one needed
to tell her that. The look she gave me and that soft apricot skin made me tell her.
“Pretty girl,” I whispered, bringing my hand up and placing it over her heart that
hammered under my touch.

She looked around the room nervously before her eyes fell back to mine.

“Hi,” she said, caressing my back.

“Hi,” I laughed, bringing myself against her and pressing her body against the stainless
steel fridge.

Shocked from the cold, her body tensed in my arms. Bending slightly, I lifted her
up by the waist wrapping her legs around me. Securing my hold on her, I turned and
set her on the counter to my left, bare ass and all.

Pausing for a moment, I waited to see if there would be any objections to this.

None. There’s never any from her.

Grinning, I pulled my shirt over my head letting it fall away and then my shorts went
next.

Molded together in frantic kisses, I moved to kiss down her neck and then saw the
ice cream had fallen to the floor. I had plans for that so I reached down and placed
the container back on the counter.

Laying her back over the island, I took the chocolate syrup in one hand, the other
laid over her lower stomach. “Do you know why an engine is lubricated?”

She smiled, knowing where I was going with this. “No … why?”

“Well, to keep it running smoothly,” turning the chocolate bottle over, I let the
dark syrup pour out onto her stomach. “Imagine pistons moving up and down inside of
an engine without lubrication.”

Her hands moved from my arms to prop herself up slightly for a better view, squirming
slightly as the coldness from the syrup shocked her. Just as I wanted, her nipples
hardened with the sensation. Leaning forward, I took a swipe of the syrup with my
tongue and then licked up her stomach until I reached the pebbled skin of her breast,
slowly sucking her nipple between my lips.

She fucking moaned so loud I almost came right then.

“It also provides less wear and tear on engine parts …”

Hayden pushed me back slightly. “I love these dirty engine terms but right now, it’s
been two days since we’ve had sex. I want you. Right now.”

Who was I to deny?

“No chocolate and ice cream then?”

She seemed to consider that for a moment and then tipped her head back and forth sideways.
“Yeah, make me sweet, sugar.”

I did make her sweet. So very sweet. I had both of us covered in ice cream and chocolate
syrup in a matter of minutes.

When we finished showering we were cleaning up the kitchen when Hayden started laughing.
“Do you have sugar, flour and eggs?” She was rummaging through the cupboards and fridge
pulling out ingredients and setting them on the counter.

“Probably, why? I thought we were cleaning up?” then I remembered I hadn’t asked her
if she wanted to go to Eldora yet. “Hey, I am leaving tomorrow for Eldora for a few
days. Wanna go?”

Hayden seemed to consider that for a moment, turning to face me with her hands on
her hips under my t-shirt she’d stolen. “I have to work on Friday.”

“Your boss knows where you’ll be.”

A minute went by when she sighed, dropping her hands. “Fine. But I swear to God, if
a snake comes out of your truck and bites me, I will never talk to you again.”

My laugh was low and teasing as I handed her the sugar she was looking for. “What
if it’s my snake?”

“Well,” she contemplated it for a moment. “I would probably pet that one.”

We both started laughing and then kissing when she pulled back from my lips. “Help
me make this cake.”

“What cake?”

She handed me her phone where a picture popped up with a photograph from something
on Pinterest. “What is that?”

“It’s a cake that says: Sorry we had sex on your kitchen cake,” she shrugged pulling
the Kitchen Aide toward her. “We make it and give it to your dad in Eldora. Teach
him to put my bed in the water again.”

I loved her. I knew it right then and there.

The drive to Rossburg, Ohio, wasn’t nearly as long as the drive to Texas but the entire
way there, Hayden held that damn cake on her lap, so proud of herself. Wouldn’t even
let me have a piece.

When she gave it to my dad, she could barely even stand she was laughing so hard.

His expression was one of disbelief and amusement as he turned to my mom. “Remember
when our parents would tell us that they hoped we got a taste of our own medicine
with kids?” Mom nodded, biting down on her lip. “I had no idea it would be like this.”

Then he took his hand and grabbed a piece of the cake and started eating it with his
hands and looked at Hayden. “I hate you but this cake is delicious.”

Gauge – An instrument on the dash used to monitor engine conditions.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Casten asked as I peeled myself from the fuck
fort. It’d seen better days but I added Christmas lights last night and it gave it
a very romantic feel.

Pulling his sweatshirt over my head, I reached for my jeans. “I have a doctor’s appointment.”

Rolling over on his back, the sheets twisted with him. I took in his naked form, thinking
of skipping the doctor’s appointment but I knew I couldn’t. I’d already cancelled
twice because of this fort and I knew this infection wouldn’t go away on its own.

“Okay,” he sat up on his elbows and pulled me back down, kissing me, then moving those
pillow lips of his over my jaw and neck. “But I won’t see you for a couple days then.”

“Why?” I kissed his ear while his head was buried in my neck.

“Tonight I have dinner with my grandma. I’ll be working late the next two nights,”
and then he moved from my neck to look at me. “You wanna come?”

“Where?”

“To dinner with my grandma,” he sat up rubbing his hands over his face.

“No,” I said immediately, staring at his toned stomach and the 00 across his chest.
“That’s your night with her. Keep it that way.”

I knew how much he loved spending time with her and I didn’t want to ruin it. It’s
like going on a date with your best friend and her boyfriend going. It’s never any
fun.

He seemed okay with that and I was glad. I was beginning to understand I would love
his grandma but I wasn’t ready for any one-on-one yet.

We parted ways, I had a cup of coffee with Rosa in the kitchen, she talked in Spanish
the entire time and then I was on my way to the doctor in Charlotte.

When I was younger, I had an obsession with orange juice. Loved that shit. My mom
told me I’d go through a carton in a day if she let me. Thankfully, she didn’t.