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Lane shook his head. “The whole situation was weird.”
“Yeah, well…” Tommy took a long pull from his beer. “…what’s weirder is him thinking I’m his dad. He looks nothing like me,andI had a vasectomy when I was twenty-six. No way I’m that kid’s dad.”
Lane, Jameson, and me all stared at one another. It was Lane who spoke up. “No shit? But you let him believe it?”
“Eh. We got free labor out of it for the summer. Kid could change out gears faster than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
We laughed when my phone dinged. It was a message from Arie.
Arie: Check your phone. You have about thirty naked pictures of my new tits.
Willie, who I didn’t know was riding with us, laid his chin on my shoulder. “Can I borrow your phone?”
Willie spent the next hour complaining that I broke his nose and Jameson nearly kicked him out before we made it out of North Carolina for getting blood on his seats. I spent the drive worrying about Arie, unsure how it was going to go without her by my side.
As I watched the scenery change from city life to barren farmland, I realized that I didn’t fear racing any longer. I wasn’t nervous about getting into the car, or wrecking. What I feared was our life changing and not having my family around for it.
Gearhead – Device that reduces motor speed and increases motor torque.
“I miss your pussy. My hand isn’t cutting it anymore.”
I laughed. “Really, dude? No hello or how are the kids?” I asked when I answered the phone. “What if one of the kids had answered?”
I could hear the smirk in his words. “I would have known it was them by their breathing. All our kids are extremely loud breathers.”
He was right. They were. I was sleeping next to two of them right now. Sighing, I settled into our bed I’d been occupying by myself for the last two weeks. It’d only been fourteen days and I missed Rager so much he was literally all I thought about.
“You did good tonight.” He’d finished third at Skagit and I could tell by the tone of his voice he was pleased by it.
He let out a breathy laugh. “I want a win about as bad as I want your pussy.”
“Oh my God.” I laughed lightly, trying not to wake the kids. “Is that all you think about?”
“No, I think about winning.” I could hear doors closing in the background and Lane’s laughter. “And pussy.”
I let out a breathy sigh, one I knew would get to him. “Which one more?”
“Seeing how I just finished racing and you’re not here waiting for me, I’m going to go with pussy. You should probably send me a picture so I can get through the night.”
“I’m not sending you a picture. I’m holding our babies.”
He groaned. “You’re impossible.”
“I can’t wait to see you,” I told him, running my hands through Hudson’s hair as he slept next to me.
“Just fly out here. Come see me,” he begged. “I need you here. I’m dying out here by myself. It’s quiet and there’s no Legos for me to step on. And… the bed is cold at night.”
I shifted in the bed and reached for my water next to me. “You only want me there because your hand is tired.”
“Not true. I want you here because your pussy is better than my hand.”
I laughed and he sighed into the phone. “And, I miss you. Every fucking thing about you, baby, I miss.”
Okay, that got to me. I almost caved.
“How are the headers doing?”
I chuckled and ran my fingertips over the tops of my breasts. It was still so weird to me thinking I have a boob job. “Less swollen.”