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“That was...” My voice faded staring into hisvibrant green eyes.

“Good?” he asked with asmug smirk. “Jameson four. Sway three?”

I exhaled dropping myhead back and ignoring his stupid tally. “I don’t thinkgooddoesthatjustice?”

“You’re welcome,” hechuckled with a hint of arrogance.

“What about the dirtyheathen?”

“It definitely was,” heassured, leaning in to kiss me. “It was also the most destructive sex I’ve everhad. Including that time in my closet,”

Destructive?

When I looked around, Irealized that my bed was basically stripped of its covers. Pillows wereeverywhere, the blanket and sheets were bunched up on either side of us, pulledfrom their places. And the nightstand was tipped over, the lamp that usuallysits on it broken on the floor.

“How the fuck did Imanage that?” I asked in disbelief that I did all this to my own room.

Jameson laughed,shaking his head. “I don’t have any idea. You kicked the other one over aswell.”

I groaned, sitting upto see that the other nightstand was indeed dumped over on its side. Thepicture that usually hangs on the wall beside my bed was hanging crookedly andI had also yanked the curtains off the nearest window.

“Jesus Christ,” Imumbled. “My room is a mess.”

“I’m feeling ratherproud at the moment,” he said, stretching cockily out on his back, all hisnaked glory there for me to ogle. I rolled on top of him with a laugh, wrappinghis arms around me.

“Ready for round two?”he asked with a huge smirk.

Before we could startround two, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Jesus!” Logan shouted.“Stop already! Some of us, as in me and my brother, are trying to sleep!”

Gasket – Jameson

When I was thirteen,what stressed me out the most was if I would get to race the next weekend.Somewhere along the lines that changed and suddenly I was an adult and I coulddecide for myself when I would race and didn’t have to worry if I got introuble during the week. I knew I could still race even though I smacked mybrother in the head with a tail pipe.

WhenI was thirteen that wasn’t always the case.

The problem now, ten yearslater, was that it was my job so really, it still wasn’t my decision.

It was my way of life.

I believe, and Iwouldn’t put much weight into that, being an adult, completely overrated.

Adulthood is fuckingstressful.

I had appearances, a sprintcar team, managed a trackandwas a full time Winston Cup driver. Talkabout responsibility. To me, the scariest part about all this responsibilitywas when I screwed up and let an opportunity slip away.

What if I never got theopportunity again?

My problem, I had noidea when or how I was going to propose to Sway but I had to make it special, Iknew that much. It couldn’t be something where Aiden tied her down with alasso, or Spencer wrote a “fuck me” speech, or her accidentally finding the “fuckme” note and the ring in my pocket.

It needed to be me andher and not an accident. It needed to be right for us and not for anyone else.But when was the right time? Would it be some place special? Would I know whatto say? Would she even say yes?

With all those thoughtsrunning through my mind, I was amazed I even got any sleep last night. Or maybeit was the sex?

“Morning,” I whisperedkissing Sway’s forehead when the alarm blared.

“Are you watching mesleep?” she asked with a grin rubbing her hands over her face.