Just when I was thinking I couldn’t take much more of it, she smiled into my shoulder and whispered, “You ready to celebrate the win?”
“You have no idea,” I groaned into her ear and yanked her against my chest.
Casten laughed beside us, shoving my shoulder when I kissed Arie in front of everyone. “Get a room. I don’t need to see you fucking my sister.”
Lifting my head, I glared at him. “I didn’t say anything to you when you and Hayden had sex in the backseat of Jameson’s truck the other night. So shut the fuck up.”
His eyes widened, anger surfacing. “You said you were asleep.”
“I wasn’t.” And to really piss him off, because I did not appreciate that they did that when my wife was away, I looked over at Jameson talking to Caden. “Hey, boss man.” Jameson looked up and Arie started laughing beside me. “Casten and Hayden fucked in your truck in the pits of Skagit.”
Across from us, Hayden threw her beer at me. “You fuck face. You said you wouldn’t say anything.”
I shrugged, refusing to let go of Arie, despite the beer soaking my foot now. “I lied.”
Jameson scowled at Casten, and then Hayden. “Are you fucking serious? I gave you one rule to follow with my truck.” He raised his index finger dramatically. “One rule.”
Pace, Knox, Gray and Ryder were climbing in and out of the sprint cars, watched the interaction between everyone but lost interest quickly. Thank God. Although Gray eyed her parents a little curiously, as if she knew what we were talking about, but didn’t have the guts to ask.
Sway stood between Jameson and Casten, her hands on Jameson’s chest. “Honey, remember your parent’s kitchen table?”
His eyes moved to hers. “That’s different. He’s fucking thirty years old. He shouldn’t be doing that shit.”
“No, not really. It’s worse,” she pointed out. “And Arie’s just turned thirty. Casten is twenty-seven.”
“Clearly I’m aging quickly,” Casten added. “And I’m just following the parental example set for me, dirty heathen.”
Jameson pushed against Sway, trying to grab Casten by his racing suit. “You little fucker.”
Axel burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Dude, you don’t want to go there. You haven’t followed a parental examples your entire life.”
Casten grinned. “You’re probably right.”
Laughter moved through the pits.
As I stood there in victory lane, surrounded by my family in friends, I thought about what Jameson had said to me in his truck that day. Track conditions had changed but I found a new set up. Dirt driven.
“HOW’S YOUR HAND?” Arie asked when we made it inside the hotel room.
I flopped myself onto the bed, groaning. “You have a lot of making up to do.”
Arie stepped forward, her knees against the edge of the bed between my legs. “I think that can be arranged.”
Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around her, my hands on her ass cheeks. “Now let’s get you out of these clothes. They look incredibly uncomfortable.”
We didn’t waste any time getting naked. I stared at her tits I hadn’t seen yet in person and not swollen. “Jesus,” I groaned, gently sucking on her nipples. “I regret ever telling you I didn’t want you to do it.”
Her hands threaded in my hair, pulling me closer. “I need you to fuck me, now.” She squirmed underneath me, the head of my cock sliding effortlessly against her slick folds.
I wanted to warn her this wasn’t going to last, but I didn’t. Two minutes later, sadly, it ended.
Arie laughed in my face. “What the fuck?”
I kissed her, smiling. “That was just the trophy dash. We still have the A main.”
“Who says you made the A main?”
Laughter rolled through me. “Because I set quick time.”
“Yeah, ya did.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You keep it up and I’m going to bring you to the white flag over and over again….” I ground my erection into her clit, raising up on my arms to hover over her, “But never grant the checkered.”
Her hands squeezed my ass cheeks. “Don’t you dare.”
“Then don’t tease me.”
“I’m sorry.” She licked her lips slowly. “Now make love to your wife.”
Our eyes met and I’d never been more in love with this girl than I was in bed with her tonight. “I love you.”
Her lips pressed to mine. “I love you.”
As I laid there with Arie, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the season, or what happened, but I knew something greater set the pace. I had the desire for more speed, but from the green to checkered, I don’t race for fame. A dirt track was where I raise my kids. It was where my wife made our home on the road, amongst late nights and Walmart camping. Between push starts and heat races, slide jobs and wing dances, our family pushed through from that dead last starting position and kept on the lead lap. We might not have won, and we went through a couple kit cars, but fuck, we pulled into the pits in one piece.
Dynamic – Refers to something that’s in motion.
DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVE
VAIL, COLORADO
There was one thing I loved about off-season now that we had kids. Christmas, and our yearly family vacation to Vail, Colorado. Last year my parents bought a house here finally after renting out a cabin was no longer an option thanks to Casten and his New Year’s Eve stunt where he drove a snow plow through the living room. Right through the fucking front door.
Let me start off by saying that vacations for the Riley family have a reoccurring theme to them. Everyone fights. Which was how the snow plow went through the front door of that rental last year. Over the stupidest shit. Again, snow plow incident. And who was sleeping in what room. Who got to ride the snowmobiles first and even, who could drink the most. Do I need to say it again?
Snow.
Plow.
Then there were the arguments between the little kids. The ones you would have thought to be
