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Her face adapted a sudden somber edge. “To stay the fuck away from your husband. That’s what I said to her when she started hanging around Casten last year.”
I downed her beer. Fuck not drinking. “I have something better in mind.”
“I can’t wait.” Hayden lifted another beer to her lips, smiling.
Through the crowd and blaring country music, I made my way over to Rager and the guys. He watched me, bright blue steady on mine, dark lashes heavy with the amount of beer he’d had tonight. In front of him, I tipped my head up, his lips a breath from mine. He smelled like Bud Light and everything I remember about the first time I went to Dingus with him when I was nineteen. Not old enough to be in here, married to another man, and dancing with the one who always held my attention. Ten years later, he still had it.
Without words, he inched down, closing the space between us and backed me against the metal fence. My blood pounded in my ears in competition with the music. Looking over his shoulder, I noticed Olivia was watching us.
His lips met mine, one kiss, two, three, and then his mouth was exploring. His tongue was warm, salty, and so intense. Fisting my hands in his hoodie, I yanked him closer, our foreheads crashing together. His hat was knocked off in the process, a laugh escaping his lips.
“I think you made your point,” he mumbled, biting at my bottom lip. He boxed me in against the fence, his fingers curling around on the links. His quick breathing caught my attention, but his eyes kept it. They were intense, beautiful, a mixture of agony and need.
“And what’s that?”
He licked his lips, his tongue almost touching my mouth. “That I’m taken.” He pressed forward, our bodies aligned and the bass of the music pulsing between us. “So why don’t you show me that needy little cunt of yours.”
As I rolled my eyes, laughter escaped me. “You’re so crass when you’re drunk.”
He stared down at me, his eyes heavy, lashes thick. “I love you.”
Touching my hands to his cheeks, I slid the tip of my nose against his. “If I said fuck me in front of her, would you?” I had no idea where any of this was coming from, but Hayden’s laughter in the distance provoked me.
His breath caught, his mouth eagerly on mine. “In a fucking heartbeat.”
And though I loved it, when he cupped my breasts in front of my brothers and started sucking on my neck, I had to pull him aside. “Okay, how about here instead?” I suggested, yanking him by the front of his sweatshirt to the parking lot behind the bar. There were people all around, but it was dark enough no one could see what we were doing.
Reaching inside his jeans, I palmed his dick, the velvety length gliding between my fingertips. “Are we too old to be doing this?”
“I need you,” he groaned, working on his jeans. He planted his hand against the building and I flipped my sundress up. With as much as he wanted it this weekend, it was easier than shorts.
“Make it quick,” I teased, eyeing the street behind Rager where I noticed my dad walking over from the track. Thankfully, he was stopped by a group of fans wanting his autograph. “My dad is about sixty feet away.”
He said nothing when he slipped my panties aside with a quick pass of his fingertips. In the next second, I felt the head of his thick cock entering me. A shudder ran through me with excitement when I realized that someone was watching us. Olivia. She pretended like she didn’t see it, but she did. I smiled, watching her as I gripped my husband’s hoodie at his shoulders. Carefully, I winked and raised my middle finger.
Take that, bitch.
He panted in my ear, and my back scraped against the concrete building as he fucked me. “I’m coming,” he grunted, his feet shifting against the pavement as he drove into me faster.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that all we had right now was sex, reminding me that while I had my husband physically, mentally, I couldn’t even begin to touch that side.
THE REAL SURPRISEof the Knoxville Nationals was Caden showing up Saturday afternoon. He and Kinsley flew over with the baby and took a break from his therapy sessions to attend the final night of Knoxville Nationals. It wasn’t easy on him. I could tell by the expression on his face, though he tried so hard to hide it.
Sighing, his stare swept over the pits, and then to Rager who stood stone-faced on the other side of his car obsessing over his fifth place starting position.
“Look what the cat drug in,” Jameson teased, leaning down to hug Caden when he noticed him in the pits.
It wasn’t easy to get his wheelchair through the dirt, but he managed with what he told us were off-road tires. “They hooked me up,” he noted, smiling at his altered wheelchair. “Next is the squeeze for speed handle.”
“Let’s take it one thing at a time.” Kinsley laughed, rocking Grace back and forth in the pack on her chest. All I could see were Grace’s chubby little legs dangling out.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said, hugging Kinsley. We’d kept in touch every day, but I had no idea she was going to show up for nationals.
“Me either.” She pulled out of the hug, adjusting Grace when she fussed. I was in awe of her, actually, both of them for having the courage to do this.
Standing next to her, I watched Caden talking to Rager now, motioning to the track. It was nice to see them together again. “How’s he been doing?”
Kinsley smiled. “Really good. His body has been really responsive to the therapy sessions. He’s gotten some feeling back in his left leg and even moved it the other day.”