few steps
down into the grandstands of Bristol Motor Speedway before turning my face up
into the moonlight.
This was no sock hop,
but it was better. After a few minutes, I felt him come up behind me, stopping
inches away. I smiled, enjoying the warm summer night against my skin, happy to
be here with him, alone.
His hand brushed along
my hair as he stepped closer, his body touching mine from head to foot. I
sighed, feeling content and leaned back to increase the contact between us.
“You’re so beautiful.”
He murmured, his arm finally coming around me. “Your skin glows under the moon
light. It’s breathtaking.”
“It’s the hormones.” I
turned, my eyes remained closed, wrapping my arms around his neck and keeping
my head angled up for his kiss.
His lips felt cool for
once against mine. He pulled me up off my feet holding me to his body. Being
this close I could feel the erratic beating of his heart, relieved I had the
same effect on him. His head angled so his tongue could enter my mouth, and I
fisted my hands in his hair. He groaned in appreciation, his tongue stroking in
a blatant, sexual rhythm, ravenous and restless against mine. Needing air, we
eventually pulled away but he continued to press soft, wet kisses to my lips.
Taking a seat in one of
the stadium seats, he tugged me on to his lap looking over the speedway from
the view the fans would see tomorrow night.
It had been a while
since Jameson had seen a track from the view.
As we sat there, the
only sounds were from our steady even breaths and the cicada in the distance.
“I’ve always dreamed
about this.” Jameson whispered into my hair.
“Racing here?”
“No.” he chuckled.
“What then?”
“Not just racing. I mean yeah, there’s that, but mostly I dreamt of being here .”
His face brushed against the side of mine softly, his attention remained on the
track. “Seeing my dreams come true. Having everything I ever wanted. Being here
with you,”
“And you do, have everything
you ever wanted?”
“Yes.” His voice had
that familiar smooth velvet tone. He kissed the side of my forehead once. “With
you, I have it all. I’m gonna make our dreams come true, just don’t give up on
me, honey. I know I’m hot headed and I have an anger problem that would
frighten most but I love you. I’m gonna take care of you, and our baby.
I’m going to do everything I can to keep you with me forever and I will make you my wife.”
“You act as I don’t
have a choice ... ” I laughed.
I felt him shrug with indifference.
“You don’t really.”
I giggled staring back
at the track as was Jameson.
“What’s it like being
in the car during a race?” I asked changing subjects.
“Uh, it’s an intense
feeling that’s for sure and different than being in a sprint car race. With
sprint cars, the race format is different and of course you’re in the car
longer with stock cars so there’s that too.”
“Do you get too hot?”
“Oh
yeah. You sweat something like five to ten pounds of water in each race.”
“No shit?”
“Yep. It’s hard on your
entire body. My hands cramp from gripping the wheel but you can’t grip it too
tight or you won’t feel the changes happening to the track. Sometimes it’s hard
just to hang on in the beginning or re-starts when you know you gotta be on it but you’re shaking from the adrenaline.” I
felt him sigh as this was what he loved. “Like I said, it’s intense and
something I’ve never felt, other than behind the wheel.”
“Can you see the crowd
when you go past the grandstands?”
“Not really. You can on
caution laps but in races, no. It’s just a blur but the fact that they’re
there, cheering you on is enough. People pay to see you race ... it’s a hard thing to grasp at times.
It’s like being a musician, pouring your heart, your soul, your sweat into a
song and then people buy it and actually want to listen to it.” I felt him
shift again, adjusting against the seat.
down into the grandstands of Bristol Motor Speedway before turning my face up
into the moonlight.
This was no sock hop,
but it was better. After a few minutes, I felt him come up behind me, stopping
inches away. I smiled, enjoying the warm summer night against my skin, happy to
be here with him, alone.
His hand brushed along
my hair as he stepped closer, his body touching mine from head to foot. I
sighed, feeling content and leaned back to increase the contact between us.
“You’re so beautiful.”
He murmured, his arm finally coming around me. “Your skin glows under the moon
light. It’s breathtaking.”
“It’s the hormones.” I
turned, my eyes remained closed, wrapping my arms around his neck and keeping
my head angled up for his kiss.
His lips felt cool for
once against mine. He pulled me up off my feet holding me to his body. Being
this close I could feel the erratic beating of his heart, relieved I had the
same effect on him. His head angled so his tongue could enter my mouth, and I
fisted my hands in his hair. He groaned in appreciation, his tongue stroking in
a blatant, sexual rhythm, ravenous and restless against mine. Needing air, we
eventually pulled away but he continued to press soft, wet kisses to my lips.
Taking a seat in one of
the stadium seats, he tugged me on to his lap looking over the speedway from
the view the fans would see tomorrow night.
It had been a while
since Jameson had seen a track from the view.
As we sat there, the
only sounds were from our steady even breaths and the cicada in the distance.
“I’ve always dreamed
about this.” Jameson whispered into my hair.
“Racing here?”
“No.” he chuckled.
“What then?”
“Not just racing. I mean yeah, there’s that, but mostly I dreamt of being here .”
His face brushed against the side of mine softly, his attention remained on the
track. “Seeing my dreams come true. Having everything I ever wanted. Being here
with you,”
“And you do, have everything
you ever wanted?”
“Yes.” His voice had
that familiar smooth velvet tone. He kissed the side of my forehead once. “With
you, I have it all. I’m gonna make our dreams come true, just don’t give up on
me, honey. I know I’m hot headed and I have an anger problem that would
frighten most but I love you. I’m gonna take care of you, and our baby.
I’m going to do everything I can to keep you with me forever and I will make you my wife.”
“You act as I don’t
have a choice ... ” I laughed.
I felt him shrug with indifference.
“You don’t really.”
I giggled staring back
at the track as was Jameson.
“What’s it like being
in the car during a race?” I asked changing subjects.
“Uh, it’s an intense
feeling that’s for sure and different than being in a sprint car race. With
sprint cars, the race format is different and of course you’re in the car
longer with stock cars so there’s that too.”
“Do you get too hot?”
“Oh
yeah. You sweat something like five to ten pounds of water in each race.”
“No shit?”
“Yep. It’s hard on your
entire body. My hands cramp from gripping the wheel but you can’t grip it too
tight or you won’t feel the changes happening to the track. Sometimes it’s hard
just to hang on in the beginning or re-starts when you know you gotta be on it but you’re shaking from the adrenaline.” I
felt him sigh as this was what he loved. “Like I said, it’s intense and
something I’ve never felt, other than behind the wheel.”
“Can you see the crowd
when you go past the grandstands?”
“Not really. You can on
caution laps but in races, no. It’s just a blur but the fact that they’re
there, cheering you on is enough. People pay to see you race ... it’s a hard thing to grasp at times.
It’s like being a musician, pouring your heart, your soul, your sweat into a
song and then people buy it and actually want to listen to it.” I felt him
shift again, adjusting against the seat.
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