The Champion (Racing on the Edge) (21 page)

I was almost positive Emma learned her lesson when she
found out she was having twins and Aiden’s response was, “See
...
that’s what you get.”

Emma had always wanted children but she also never
thought the decision through. She had no idea the impact those tiny humans were
about to have on their lives.

When you think about it, you would assume the driver of
the car has the most grueling schedule, that’s not the case.

Take Aiden for example. Monday through Wednesday, Aiden
was usually free, until Thursday when he was required to be at the track
spotting for Jameson during practices, qualifying and the race. He’d stay there
with him until Sunday. Monday the process started all over again at a different
track, different city. Aiden also spots for Jameson during any Busch or Truck
race too and this year, he was scheduled to run thirteen Busch races and seven
in the Truck series.

Emma was less constricted because most of her work
revolved around Jameson’s fan club and charity events she scheduled for him. So
now, you add twin boys into that picture and that wouldn’t exactly result in
much family time.

Spencer’s schedule was the similar to Aiden’s but Alley
...
poor Alley went everywhere Jameson went.
Being his publicist, she had her work cut out for her. Now that she had two
little ones, it wasn’t unusual to see Alley running around with Lane attached
to her back and Lexi snuggled into a Baby Bjorn.

Van made the move to Mooresville with us, though I could
tell he was torn by the decision. Every time I flew home to Elma, he came with
me. I think over time he’d formed a bond with the Lucifer twins. Van was the
only one that could stand to be around the little shits without wanting to kill
them.

After Charlie passed away, Logan and Lucas got into a
shit load of trouble in school. They were becoming
almost
unbearable for
Andrea. I had no idea how Andrea made it through the day with them without
medicating herself or them. I would have shipped their asses off to boarding
school a long time ago. You’d think turning seven would have at least matured
them slightly. Not a chance.

Jameson’s season was going great. He was leading the
points with Tate and Paul close behind. He’d won three of the last six races
and had jumped to a 230-point lead over Tate last week in Charlotte. The
tension between him and Colin Shuman was still there at times but Jameson had
learned a valuable lesson. Walking away.

I should probably rephrase that, he walked away
most
of the time
. In Richmond after a late race wreck when Jameson blew a tire
and collected him and Colin, he threw his helmet at Jameson and ended up
hitting
me
in the back. Jameson did not walk away from that and spent a
good amount of time defending his actions to the media and to Simplex who
weren’t pleased.

Racing in the elite levels of NASCAR there was no way for
him to escape the taunting and retaliation on the track all together but he
needed to learn to say when and he had for the most part. He still had his
temper tantrums and was still the same hothead that overreacted to the
inconsequential things in life but he was maturing. He could
almost
be
classified as an eight year old in maturity.

You could say, looking back on the last few months, our
lives had changed considerably that’s for sure.

One thing remained the same was that we were still the
Mama Wizard and Dirty Heathen we’d always been. Some say having a kid changes
your sex life. It didn’t for us. We made use of any alone time we had that’s
for sure.

“Dadadadada,” Axel babbled away crawling around me in
amongst the grass and wild flowers that bordered Charlie and Rachel’s graves. I
chose to have Charlie buried next to Rachel in our home town of Aberdeen. I
thought that was fitting since they had spent the majority of their lives
together in that small Grays Harbor town.

And when I thought about it some more, I would have
wanted that for Jameson and me. This way they would be together forever in my
mind.

I struggled with losing Charlie—some days were good—some
weren’t. It was easier being in Mooresville and being around racing again but
still, it was something where I just had to remember what was important and
that was being a mother to my son and a wife to my husband.

I intended on being the best damn Mama Wizard I could be.

I gently traced my fingertips over my mother’s headstone,
reading the script aloud. “Rachel Marie Reins, loving wife and mother.”

A few tears fell as I remembered my times with my mom,
wondering how different my life may have turned out had she not died. Deciding
this would just upset me more than anything I looked over at Axel as he chewed
his second piece of grass.

“Are you ready to go my little goat?” I asked and picked
him up. He said dada once again. “And you really should start saying mama. I’m
clearly a better choice. I mean look at everything I offer you
...
you wouldn’t eat if it wasn’t for the
foodbags!”

Axel grinned at me. It was bizarre to see how much he
resembled Jameson at such a young age and also reassuring. Whenever I missed
Jameson, all I had to do was look into Axel’s green eyes and I saw Jameson. The
personalities were much in the same. He had one hell of a temper that’s for
sure. Other than the temper, he was one of the happiest babies I’d ever seen.
Just don’t piss him off and for god’s sake, do not interrupt his feeding time.

Jameson made this mistake once when we were stuck in a
rainstorm outside of Bloomington. Needless to say; he never asked me to stop
breastfeeding him once I started again.

I sat there at my parent’s gravesites for another few
minutes, telling them everything that happened in the last few months before
loading Axel back in the car.

Tonight was the memorial race we’d put together for
Charlie so everyone was flying in today to attend. We had planned it around the
bi-week in NASCAR, the Outlaw races, and the USAC schedules.

Only problem was that my dirty heathen was in Grand Forks
North Dakota with Justin and Tyler at an appearance for their new sponsor and
the additional car that he added this year. Not that he needed to add another
car to his team but knowing Jameson I wasn’t surprised he added another one.

So there we were texting all morning but he had yet to
give me a final answer on whether or not he was actually coming.

When I got inside the car and my little goat was buckled
in safely, I sent him another text while Van drove to the track.

It was now noon and we only had six hours until racing
started, I needed Jameson for two reasons. One, he pulled the biggest crowd in
and we advertised that he’d be there. And two, we hadn’t seen each other in
close to two weeks and I missed him.

Please
tell me you’re coming!

It took him about ten minutes to respond and by the time
he did, we were at the track unloading the t-shirts into the merchandise tents.

Coming
huh, that can be arranged.

I smiled.
Can we please have a conversation when you’re not acting
like a twelve year old?

Not
likely.

Are
you or are you not?

Huh?

Will
you be here tonight?

I had to avoid the word coming. It’s sad that I can’t use
that word with my twenty-four year old husband but it’s true. As I said before,
he was just now maturing to eight.

Axel started squirming in my arms and babbling about
daddy again. Trying to hold a wiggly six-month old and text at the same time
was challenging.

I
don’t know if I can make it. I’m still in Grand Forks. Sorry.

Damn
you Jameson! These fans are expecting you. What do you want me to do now?

At that point, I was beyond irritated that he led me to
believe he’d make it and now he suddenly couldn’t. Axel was wiggling so much
that I almost dropped him and the boxes I was holding.

“Okay, just stop squirming.” I told Axel and set him down
on the grass near the ticket booth knowing he’d just crawl around and pick
flowers, which I didn’t mind.

Look
up.

What?
I don’t have time for this shit Jameson.

Look
up honey.

I did and was met with my dirty heathen, smirking,
holding a smiling Axel in his arms. I didn’t waste any time before I ran to
him, dropped everything and ran to him.

His rich intoxicating scent overwhelmed my senses,
leaving me just as breathless as it always did. He smelled like methanol from
the sprint cars and I wanted to rip all his clothes off right then, with my
teeth.

Nancy approached us from behind.

“
Ohhh
...
let
me see my grandbaby!” she squealed, as did Axel. He loved Grandma Me-Me. That’s
what she called herself.

Nancy had been traveling with everyone so she could help
take care of Lexi while Alley put out fires Jameson started on and off the
track.

“You two go
reunite
,” she giggled with herself. “I
got Axel.” She shooed us away with her hands to Jameson’s office.

We were just making our way up the wooden steps when
unfortunately Mark was also looking for Jameson, along with a group of fans who
had gathered when they realized he was here.

Racing wouldn’t start for a while but the gates had just
opened which meant Jameson wouldn’t be able to just wander around.

“Hey Jameson, I’m glad you’re here already.” Mark nudged
his shoulder. His JAR Racing hat shadowed his eyes and I smiled that he was
promoting Jameson’s sprint car team. “Listen, Phil wants to know if you’ll be
racing tonight? He needs to figure out how many heat races we are going to
run.”

“It’s all right.” I could tell he was torn between being
with me and his duties as the owner so I made the decision for him. “There will
be time later.”

Before I could make it a foot away, his tight grasp
restrained me.

“Stay in my office. I’ll be up in a minute.” He whispered
in my ear and kissed along my neck before breaking into a smirk. “I missed
you.”

I giggled feeling the tickle of his two-week scruff that
I absolutely loved. “Show me then.”

Roll Cage – Jameson

“Where’s Sway?” I asked Spencer and Aiden who were
sitting in the announcer’s booth going over Justin and Tyler’s lap times. “Did
she come in here?”

“Look
,
Justin smoked you on the last lap. Looks
like someone may need to stick to cup cars.” Spencer snickered. “She’s in your
office.”

He then shoved the remainder of his hotdog in his mouth.

“I hope you choke,” I told him and strode past them
toward my office. If only I had my Taser back.

Once inside, I was thankful I was the one that opened the
door and not someone else.

There my wife was spread out on my desk with absolutely
nothing on but a pair of black leather boots that went up to her knees.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped locking the door. “What if it
wasn’t me that opened the door?”

“Well, that would have been awkward.” She giggled and
then a slow wicked smile spread over her full lips. “Now get over here champ.”

I was across the room before she finished her sentence.
My fingers danced across her soft skin of her upper thighs, memorizing the feel
of the skin I missed so much. My body knew hers in every way and it didn’t take
long before I had discarded my clothes and pressed against her warm delicate
body.

“Oh god Sway
...
I
missed you
soooo
much.” I moaned when I entered her. I wasn’t entirely
surprised that I growled this in her ear eliciting a shiver in pleasure from
her.

“I need some proper bearing alignment.” She whimpered and
arched her back pressing her chest into mine. I latched on to her nipples but
she quickly pushed me away. We’d been over this before. I had an obsession with
them lately but not the milk that still filled them. The one time that happened
was not enjoyable but I kept forgetting she was still breastfeeding.

Sway threw her head back against my desk, revealing her
neck for me. Her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me inside her, both of us
gasping at the intense feeling of finally being together again.

Welding her mouth to mine, kissing me so passionately I
almost felt lightheaded with her sweet tongue caressing my own as I slide
further inside her welcoming heat. There were no words, just grunts, groans,
moans and the occasional gasp as we moved against each other.

I moved from her mouth and attacked her neck with nips and
bites I knew she loved. Her body began to tremble in my arms as she whimpered
once again pulling me even closer. I wasn’t going to last long like this, not
with the noises she was making. My hips began moving on their own will,
desperate to feel.

Reaching between us I found the spot I knew would send
her over the edge in seconds. Her ignition switch was engineered for my hands
so it only took one flick of the switch so to speak and she fired right up.

“
Jesus
Jameson
...
”
she sighed, digging her nails into my back, her legs tightened around me.

“How’s your compression ratio?” I grunted, my fists
tangling in her hair, tugging imperceptibly.

I knew my girl’s compression ratio. I knew just how much
her combustion chamber could take and I loved her higher thermal efficiency.

It’s sad that all this car talk gets me going but it
does.

“My compression ratio is increasing its power,” She
whimpered as her eyes rolled back.

“Good
...
we
wouldn’t want the engine to start knocking from the detonation.”