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Story: Dirt Driven

Caden held Kinsley close and pressed his lips to her forehead. “She’s beautiful, baby. Just like you.”
I was pretty sure every man said that looking at their daughter, but the way Caden stared down at his baby wrapped in Dad’s driving suit, you would have thought that baby hung the moon in his eyes.
“That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life,” Gray stated, her face pale. “I’m never having kids.Ever.”
We all turned when we realized who was watching the little kids, wasn’t. Oh, fuck. I gasped and moved away from the hauler to follow Gray. “I thought you were watching the littles?”
Gray shrugged, flipping her hat around backward and walking back to the motor home. “I paid Jonah fifty bucks to watch them. I think he has them.”
Jonah was ten. At least he was older than Gray, but still. It didn’t make me feel any better to know they were being watched by kids. While they transported Kinsley, Lily and I went to find the kids. They ended up closing the pits so we could safely get Kinsley and the baby out without making a scene or anyone noticing that in the pits of Stockton Speedway, another future member of the JAR Racing Rugrats was born.
We found my four kids, and Jacen, Savannah, Ryder and Rowyn, all snuggled up on Mom and Dad’s bed watching a movie with Jonah. “Oh, thank God.” Lily breathed in relief when she saw all three of her children were safe.
It was by far the cutest thing I’d ever seen. He’d even laid out pillows on the floor to make sure the littlest of them—Hudson and Rowyn—didn’t fall and hurt themselves. I smiled at Jonah as I picked up a sleeping Hudson. My other three were wide awake. “Look at you taking care of your nieces and nephews. You’re gonna make the best dad someday.”
Jonah laughed but rolled his eyes. “After tonight, I don’t think I’m going to have kids. They’re crazy.”
I ruffled his wavy blond hair as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You were too at this age.”
His blue eyes slowly lowered to Hudson in my arms, and then mine again. “He’s only nice when he’s sleeping. I was about ready to tie him up.”
“I know what you mean.”
In no way was it good that a ten-year-old was watching all these kids, but you know that saying it takes a village to raise a child. Try raising eleven of them on the road. You need all the help you could get, and you took it where it came available.
Lily and Hayden helped me get the kids into bed in our motor home and then we left Rosa in charge while I closed up the T-shirt trailer. That was when I found Rager again, beer in hand, cheeks flushed and smiling.
Naturally, the win had put him in a better mood.
After he’d finished signing autographs in the grandstands, Rager said, “Crazy night.” He handed me the keys to the merchandise trailer. “Rosa have the kids?”
I nodded, smiling at him when he leaned into the side of the trailer with his shoulder. “They’re sleeping. Are you hungry?” He never ate before a race, which usually left the poor guy eating at midnight most nights. But when he slept until ten or eleven because he’d been up all night, it made sense.
His eyes moved to the motor home, then around the parking lot. “I’m not hungry for food.”
For some reason, nervousness worked through me. I didn’t want to go inside the motor home and have the kids wake up or Rosa, well, be Rosa. I wanted to pretend for a moment that this was us again. Two people in the pits of a dirt track deciding what the night might bring between them. As lovers, not parents, or team owners, or even husband and wife. Because all that came with responsibility, and that forbidden love I’d had for Rager all my life… I craved that again when he looked at me like that.
Like he wanted to fuck me against the side of this trailer.
Did it make me any less of a mother for wanting that?
No. At least I didn’t think so. It made me a woman who needed her husband to treat her a little dirty for once.
I wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of the win or that it’d been a while, or that he was thinking the same thing I was, but he had his T-shirt trailer opened up and shoved me inside before I had time to protest.
Ripping his shirt off, he unbuttoned his shorts and stalked toward me as I stood in the middle of the trailer, my hands on either side of the counters that lined both sides from one end to the other. It was dark but the battery-operated string lights I’d stuck in the display case last weekend created a glow against Rager’s face.
“This isn’t going to last long,” he warned me, working on the button of my shorts and then my tank top.
“I don’t care,” I said breathily in what was somewhere between a sigh and a moan. “Just fuck me. Like you can’t possibly wait another second. Fuck me like that.”
A predatory smirk ghosted his lips. “Honey, I’m already there.”
Flipping me around so that my chest was against the glass display case, he kicked my feet apart, dropped my shorts and then I heard his zipper lower.
I turned my head to watch and caught a brief glimpse as he reached between us. And then he entered me without warning. I yelped when he slammed me forward and my head hit the wall.
“Give me your hands,” he ordered, and I flopped them back behind me. Gathering them in one of his, he pulled hard and drove me into his thrusts.