Align Bore – This is a procedure used to re-align main bearing or camshaft bearing bores to bring them into alignment after warping of the block or alignment shifts due to long-term mechanical stresses.
A man knows when his wife needs a distraction.
That was probably a lie but looking at Sway that afternoon, I needed a distraction so I thought maybe she did, too. She wasn’t giving in and turned me down twice.
She had been going on most of the morning about needing to get the schedules for Grays Harbor finished and then the insurance policies for JAR Racing secured for the boys. Most race shops didn’t have insurance for drivers. We did. After my own battles racing up through USAC and the various winged sprint tours, I told myself I would provide medical insurance to my drivers. So, I did.
My dad didn’t provide medical insurance for me but it wasn’t hard to get it elsewhere now. When you race at the levels that I do, you’re not exactly a full time employee of the race team. You’re contracted. Yeah, I put in a full time effort but I was contracted with Riley-Simplex Racing as a driver. They paid me to drive but all my travel expenses, medical insurance, life insurance, and basically, all the things that your employer would usually pay, I paid. The only check I received twice a month was for my salary.
So things like medical insurance and life insurance were left up to me. Once I got married and had kids, it became essential to have such things as medical and life insurance but the premiums were outrageous given the danger involved in being a professional race car driver.
Back when I was nineteen, the premium alone was enough to eat up any earnings I received from winning. So, back then, as a young driver without a lot of cares, I went without medical insurance. A few broken ribs and concussions later, I knew I needed medical insurance.
Sway sighed glaring at the stack of papers. Though my focus was hardly on those papers, I laughed lightly looking at the fresh blanket of snow across the field bordering the building. Though most of the property was still in the development stages, the office was finished and the large windows allowed beautiful views of the North Carolina winter.
About six months ago we started the process of a shop expansion. What a nightmare that has been. After a string a shoddy construction workers, I swore to myself I would never build a house or a shop again.
“Why do they make you fill out so much paperwork?” Sway asked, holding up a stack of papers from the insurance company. “There’s a stack for each driver.”
“Make them fill ‘em out,” I whispered massaging her shoulders hoping my touch would ease her frustration. “They’re big boys.”
We had four drivers racing this year with JAR Racing which was my sprint car team racing in the World of Outlaws winged sprint car series. Knowing the guys, I was sure they understood how to fill out basic paperwork of your name, address and medical history. Except for Tommy, he still required assistance ordering from a fast food restaurant.
“I tried.” She rolled her neck from side to side melting into my touch. “They sent them back saying they couldn’t read their handwriting.”
“Hmmm... Well, how about I provide some distractions?”
“No. I need to finish this before Bailey comes by. We have to go over merchandise later, too.”
“No. I don’t want to.” This time I crossed my arms over my chest, moved to the side and leaned against her desk. “I want to have sex with my wife and you’re making it difficult for me. Do I need to play Purple Rain? I could.”
Sway took notice of my sour attitude and knowing me, she knew it would only get worse.
I whispered in her ear when I saw her moment of weakness and took full advantage. “There’s this procedure that engine builders use to re-align the camshaft after warping of the block due to long-term stress.”
Sway smiled but kept busy with the paperwork in front of her. Her fingers typed quickly, each key clicked sharply as if she was telling me no just by her clicking. “I know what align boring is, Jameson.”
My voice dropped and I stepped closer. If my plan for the afternoon was going to work it called for drastic measures.
Dirty engine talking.
“If you know what it is, well, then,” my hand drifted from my side to her cheek and my palm cupped the soft skin, “... you understand how important it is for the camshaft to be re-aligned.”
Sway spun around in the chair leaving me standing above her and my hands moved to rest on the arms of her leather office chair. I let my right hand drag against her forearm.
Hovering over her, she smiled again keeping her eyes low. She wasn’t giving in easily. We were good at this, the teasing, the dirty talking, all of it, we had it down. After all, this was how this all began with us. Two people so sexually charged with the other that we finally gave in and life was never the same for us.
“It’s cold in here,” she shivered at the cool January air making its way inside the office and hit the remote button for the fireplace.
I pressed my lips to her palm before letting my eyes travel to hers.
“I’ll warm you up with align boring.”
“Go ahead,” her head dipped as her grin tugged at the corners of her lips, “... explain how this is done, champ.”
Race on. I thought to myself.
If she wanted dirty engine terms well, goddamn, I was going give them to her.
“So you see, by securing the block...” I knelt in front of her bringing her hips to the edge of the chair. She let out a yelp as I did that followed with a giggle. Her dark hair curtained over her shoulders and she finally looked up at me. Emerald green, the same emerald green I had seen for the past eighteen years, shined back at me. My hips pressed forward against hers letting my camshaft lift drag against her, “... you then pass a boring tool through all the bores without changing the alignment of the tool to restore the proper position.”
Her gaze on me had me laughing.
“You need help,” she said between giggles and that was when I knew I was, at least, leading this lap.
Visions of her spread across this floor seemed like a good idea so that was exactly what I did.
“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” I told her leaning forward to capture her lips. My hands worked quickly trying to rid the clothes before we were out of time.
We may be married now and have three kids but time was never on our side and neither was privacy.
Sway fought with my belt buckle for a moment.
“Every time I hear this...” she wiggled my belt, the buckle clanked. Her stare glowed with a fire I knew very well, “... it reminds me of that first night together.”
I smiled nipping at her neck, the skin so soft, so warm it felt scorching against my cool lips. “I still remember everything about that night including the shaking.”
I too remembered that night very well. After years of wanting her, pleading with myself to get her out of my memory, I gave in on the biggest night of my career and haven’t looked back since.
Sway twisted from my embrace slightly to hold my face in her palms. Her thumbs brushed across the stubble of my jaw. “Why were you shaking so much?”
“I was nervous.” I shrugged angling my hips forward once my jeans had been pushed aside. We didn’t have much time so I left them on but pushed down enough so I could move. “You weren’t nervous?”
“Hah, you couldn’t tell?” she gave me a look so I continued. “I guess maybe a little...” I laughed. “Now, back to this align boring.”
Soft cries fell from Sway as I moved against her. The heat that surrounded us was nice given the freezing temperatures outside.
Holding myself up by my hands, Sway sprawled herself out on the wood floor. Her hands slid down my back and came to rest at the base of my spine. I pulled back hesitantly, shaking with effort as I tried not to crush her. Sway panted heavily in my ear encouraging my movements and spurring me on. She bucked against me and wrapped her legs around my waist. I growled gutturally as the new angle set my already raw nerves ablaze.
She cried out once more as she fisted her hands in my hair and squeezed her eyes shut. Her pleasure, so stunning, was almost too much to watch. As her body began to tremble, I buried my head against her chest and moved faster and harder as I watched her beautiful face flush an even deeper red and her mouth opened.
Her back arched off the floor and she shuddered as her peak flooded her picturesque body. She sobbed out my name and clung tightly.
Sway was still undulating beneath me, when I heard her whisper in my ear, reaching around me to grasp my shoulders. “Let go...”
Then, Bailey showed up.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I slumped against Sway, panting and quite literally gasping. Don’t think I didn’t think about just continuing but then Bailey jiggled the handle.
“Sway, are you in there?”
“Yeah, just a minute,” Sway snorted as a giggle escaped her.
Scrambling to get my jeans on, Sway laughed again straightening her clothes as Bailey Grant, Lane’s girlfriend and our web designer for JAR Racing, stood patiently outside giggling.
“We’re forty, why is this still happening to us?”
I was not pleased because I didn’t finish.
Sway laughed pinning her long mahogany locks into a messy bun, her skin still flushed. “We’re the Mama Wizard and Dirty Heathen. This shit always happens to us.”
We may be aging but we still dealt with the same shit of being interrupted all the time and my siblings annoying me.
Bailey smiled my way when she walked in. “Jameson,” she greeted with a giggle. “At least your pants are on this time.”
“Nice to see you, Bailey,” I grunted in a snipped response as I looked back over my shoulder at Sway. “You better be home later, Sway.”
“I will,” she agreed with a nod. “Don’t forget that Spencer and Alley are coming over for dinner tonight.”
“How could I forget?” I rolled my eyes and nearly stumbled down the stairs. I wasn’t comfortable for obvious reasons. This just meant I was holding her to a night in our room.
Since Axel was born, we’d lived in the same house on Lake Norman and it was time for a new one now that the kids were growing up. We’d been looking at land for a while and decided to build on a piece of property about ten miles from the sprint car shop in Mooresville that we purchased a few years back, after I won the Monster Million.
The Monster Million was an All-Star race held at the Monster Mile in Dover, Delaware, the last few years. The race consisted of twenty-five drivers randomly chosen by fans. I really enjoyed that race because it was held on a Saturday night and involved no points. It was probably the most destructive race but so entertaining.
I won last year, which helped my salary quite a bit.
The property we purchased was a 230-acre plot with sweeping hills, trees and a lake that got the name Shark Lake after Tommy thought it’d be funny to put a small shark in there. The shark died naturally from unsalted waters but not before Spencer had a close encounter.
With the help of family, friends, and a handful of construction workers who I paid entirely too much, we had the house completed by the end of the year and Emma finished decorating it for us the very next week. Sway never got into decorating that much. My annoyingly helpful sister, Emma, was all about decorating so that was what she did.
With that much land, we pieced off sections and gave them to Emma and Aiden, Alley and Spencer, and my parents who were now all in the process of building their own homes. It was my way of showing them my appreciation for them all these years. I even gave Tommy, my partner in my sprint car team, a piece to build on. He, in turn, decided to put a doublewide mobile home on it.
Not judging here, but really? A mobile home when you can build any home you want. Again, I wasn’t judging. If he wanted a trailer, more power to the guy.
I had a hard time giving my family land and having them so close. It had nothing to do with the money.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want them close. I loved all my family but I didn’t like any of them. Those who were around my siblings and me together understand that we clashed on most occasions.
Having a tractor now, I busied myself for close to three hours around the property and the new dirt track we’d built before Sway called and summoned me back to the house where Spencer and Alley were pulling in the driveway.
Did I mention I had a tractor?
All my life I had wanted a John Deere tractor. Not sure why, but I did. Now I had one and made use of it by playing jokes on Spencer and Aiden, mostly Aiden.
Aiden was obsessed with his lawn. Most of the property we had was still being developed but Aiden’s lawn looked like a fucking golf course you’d see in the Hamptons. Crazy bastard had these set schedules of watering it, fertilizing it, and, if I was honest with you, I think he talked to it, too.
Me being the instigating shit I could be, fucked with him and his lawn. Weekly, I dumped a scoop full of fresh North Carolina dirt in the middle of his lawn. He wondered for weeks where it came from. When he caught onto that, I had to think of better ways to ruin it for him. When you live your life in the fast lane, it’s nice to relax every now and then and just fuck with people.
My family took the brunt of that. Spencer soon got in on it when he figured out what I was doing each week. After our team meeting at the shop on Tuesday mornings, we had a secret meeting and decided on what we’d do to Aiden’s lawn that week.
Before Spencer showed up, I dumped a gallon of bleach around Aiden’s lawn and then snuck back over to our house just in time to see Spencer getting out of his truck.
“Where’d you get that truck?” I asked Spencer looking over his newly polished set of wheels. Once a year he bought himself a car. This year it seemed to be a new truck that looked as though he was trying to prove his manhood. “What happened to the F350 I gave you?”
For the eighteen years I’d been racing in the NASCAR Cup series, I’ve raced Fords. Because of this, Ford offered me a new vehicle of my choice every year. Because I never needed them, I gave them away as presents to family and friends.
“Oh, well,” he looked over his shoulder, his black wavy hair swept into his eyes when the wind picked up. “I gave that to Lane to use for a few weeks. This is actually Alley’s.”
“Nice. Where’s Lane?”
“He had practice and then didn’t feel like going anywhere.” Lane, my oldest nephew was racing dirt bikes these days. Unlike the rest of our family, he chose two wheels instead of four.
Spencer chuckled looking at my jeans. “Where’d the spots come from?”
Looking down I noticed my mistake. Some of the bleach had gotten on my jeans. “Uh, nowhere.”
He shoved my shoulder. “Dude, wait for me next time. I had this great idea that we could hide his lawn care tools. He would go ballistic.”
“Yeah,” I nodded with a chuckle thinking of the time we took his wash bucket he used to wash his 1954 GMC. Then, when he walked inside the house to look for it, Spencer and I replaced it in the garage and hid in the bushes to see him find it an hour later right where he always put it. From then on, he was convinced he was losing his memory. Even went to the doctor a couple times to rule out early onset of Alzheimer’s disease. Spencer and I used this to our advantage and would tell him things that never happened followed up with the statement of, “Oh, you must have forgotten.”
He hated that.
Spencer and I looked over the truck for a few minutes when Casten appeared at the end of the driveway in a pair of board shorts.
“Does he ever wear clothing?” Alley laughed reaching inside the back of the truck for what appeared to be a salad that she had made.
Cole jumped down from the overly large truck and smiled at me before saying. “He never wears clothes. Why start now?”
Cole and Casten took off to the backyard where the pool was being finished. For now, it was a skateboard park for the boys and a very large hospital bill waiting to happen.
“Jameson,” Sway watched them dig out their skateboards from the garage. “That doesn’t look safe.”
“Logan’s not here. It’s safe.”
“Good point.” She pushed a pile of steaks into my chest. “Get to cooking, champ.”
Having just come off my fifteenth NASCAR Cup Championship, my wife and family frequently called me champ. If I was being honest, I liked it.
I caught her by the wrist balancing the plate of steaks in my left hand. “You have so much to make up for tonight.”
She grinned and purposefully licked her lips backing away across the slate patio, her hand lingered on my forearm. “Oh, I plan to,” she caught notice of my jeans after that. “I’d change before Aiden comes over. He’ll notice.”
She had a very good point. Hide the evidence.
Sway disappeared into the kitchen with Alley when the rest of the family showed up. I thought it was just Spencer and Alley coming over tonight but it turned out, as with any given night we were all in town together, my sister Emma showed up as did my parents. Before Aiden came outside, I changed out of my bleach stained jeans so he wouldn’t notice.
It was both nice and horrible having a large family since Sway’s parents were both gone. Her biggest fear was growing old without a family. A family is what we had.
Congregating around our dining room, I listened to the boys arguing. Axel, our eldest son, wasn’t here tonight because he was at Volusia Speedway doing promotional appearances for the upcoming season. This past winter came with not only the announcement of my dad retiring from racing, but with the news that my son would be taking over his legendary ride in the World of Outlaws. I had mixed emotions over that, as did Sway.
Most of the time was spent listening to Casten and Cole making the night eventful. Thankfully, Emma and Aiden’s twin boys were at a friend’s house and not instigating these two.
My daughter Arie, and Spencer and Alley’s daughter, Alexis, were somewhere on these two hundred acres but who knew where they were. They usually found entertainment where grown-ups weren’t. Being sixteen-year-old girls, you can imagine their love for their parents.
They, at least, showed up for dinner and then I knew they’d be out again. Sway and I tried to get her to be friendly but she thought we were the least cool people and rolled her eyes every chance she could.
“I tried calling to see what I should bring but you didn’t answer,” Emma said, moving a few dishes from the kitchen onto the table. “And, by the way, change that street name. It’s inappropriate.”
“I think I lost my phone again,” Sway shrugged, “and you have to talk to Jameson about the street names. He had the signs made, not me.”
“We are not changing anything!” I yelled into the kitchen smiling at Spencer.
Tommy, Spencer and I got together one night, albeit drunk, and made street signs on a website Sway had found. When they arrived, everyone excluding us boys thought they were vulgar, rude, and apparently now, inappropriate. I didn’t think they were that bad. Who wouldn’t want to live on a street named Poontown? I didn’t but Tommy did. We lived on Victory Lane, naturally. Spencer lived on Chasing Tail and Aiden and Emma lived on Vag Hill. I knew eventually they’d take those down but it was funny to me.
“What’d your Dad say about it?” Cole whispered to Casten as they took a seat around the table.
Casten shot Cole a frantic look.
“He didn’t say anything,” Casten whispered back and smiled up at me avoiding his cousin. “How’s the shop coming along, Dad? Did you get the lifts installed?”
“What did you do now?” I asked sitting down beside Sway. She gave me a wink when my hand brushed her thigh under the table.
“Why do you automatically assume I did anything wrong?” Casten smiled as though he’d just won the lottery. “Maybe I did something right?”
Let me tell you something about my youngest son. He was here on Earth for a good time and nothing would stop him. And everything, I mean everything, was funny to him.
Spencer, who was sitting on the other side of me, looked at Cole. “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut for one evening?” His voice took on a fatherly tone but still lacked authority and I knew what’d happened. He’d put the boys up to something and it backfired.
Casten raised his hand.
“Why are you raising your hand?” Sway asked just about the time my parents entered the dining room with a few dishes of what looked to be pasta salad and pie. The girls followed close behind them holding their phones a few inches from the faces.
Casten shrugged and smiled at Sway. “It seemed appropriate given the circumstances. I wanted to plead my side of the case before it went to trial.”
“Weirdo,” Sway mumbled scooping salad onto her plate. “Stop watching those court shows. You don’t even know what you’re talking about and no, at fourteen, you cannot be Tommy’s attorney.”
“I didn’t ask to be his attorney,” Casten laughed and leaned back in his chair preparing for an argument. He lived for this shit. “But if he needed me to support him through his legal battles, I would help. A good friend would.”
My eyes drifted to Sway’s ass as she leaned over the table to pull the steaks closer.
Damn, I wished we wouldn’t have been interrupted earlier.
Maybe no one would notice if I took her inside the bathroom. Who was I kidding? Everyone would notice. They always noticed which was precisely why we were always being interrupted.
“You two never listen to all the directions I give you. If you would, you wouldn’t get caught so often,” Spencer pointed to the boys as though he was giving a lecture. “You need to get good at coming up with lies to protect yourself.”
“Don’t tell them that!” my mom scolded him, “they are good nice boys. Don’t teach them to lie.”
“Clearly you’re not talking about these two,” my dad, Jimi, snorted pouring sauce over his steak. “They lie worse than politicians.”
“Back to the point,” gaining focus, I spoke up before I dragged my wife upstairs. “What did you guys do that backfired?”
Casten raised his hand again and then broke out into giggles. With his flushed cheeks, bright green eyes and contagious smile, it was hard not to find him funny.
“Stop raising your hand and answer me.”
“In my defense, I didn’t know it was illegal.”
Cole coughed appearing to choke on his Pepsi he’d taken a drink from, “That’s bullshit.”
My mom gasped covering her mouth at their language.
“All right,” Casten threw his arms in the air, “I spray painted the mascot at school today.”
“How is that illegal?” Sway asked knowing we’d done that a time or two back in school.
“Well,” Casten took on a formal upright posture folding his hands on the table. “This dumbass beside me,” he tipped his head to Spencer, “... also known as my Uncle Spencer,” Spencer’s eyes widened, his fork falling to his plate, “... told me that if I managed to paint the horse, too, he’d give me fifty bucks. I needed some extra cash.”
Spencer grabbed a handful of grapes from the middle of the table and tossed them at Casten’s face. “I’m not helping you anymore.”
“Spencer!” my mom balked. “What were you thinking?”
“Wait.” I waved my hands around trying to grasp what happened. “How is that illegal?”
“Uh, well, apparently that horse at school is a police horse.”
“Jesus, were you arrested?” Sway asked.
“No, I’m a minor but I do have detention until the end of school,” he looked up at Sway using his pouty face that he had perfected for her. “Can I be home schooled? I’m clearly not suitable for public schools.”
Casten constantly argued that he needed to be home schooled. We weren’t buying it nor did either of us have time to home school him.
“No, you can’t be home schooled. How come the school didn’t call me today?”
“I’m pretty sure they did.” Casten’s eyebrows rose in amusement. “You can’t find your phone again, remember?”
He was ballsy, I’ll give him that, but I wasn’t convinced and he wasn’t getting off the hook that easy.
“Listen,” I pointed to Casten taking on my own fatherly tone to which Spencer chuckled, “you’re thirteen... or fourteen... whatever... you’re still a child and shouldn’t be doing shit like this.”
“Jameson,” Spencer interrupted. “Take it easy on him. It was a crap shot to begin with and that little shit Devin told on him. If it wasn’t for him he would have never got caught painting the horse. Which I might add wasn’t in uniform. How were we to know it was a police horse?”
“You were there, too?” I gasped.
Casten clapped slowly with a smirk. “Well played, jackass,” he said, throwing the grapes back at him, “you nearly had him convinced.”
Sitting beside Casten, Arie, who’d remained glued to her phone, glared at him. “Stop throwing shit around the table.”
Arie didn’t eat meat. She wasn’t a vegetarian but didn’t actively eat meat. So Casten, knowing how to fluster his older sister, took a steak from the plate and threw it onto her plate over her salad.
She eyed the offensive meat carefully and then looked at Casten, “And you wonder why, when you were younger, I dressed you like a girl.”
“Real mature, Casten,” Spencer added attempting to cause a war between my kids. He knew how to play the game with them. Problem was that I could start a war with his, too. He just didn’t realize that I was behind the majority of their fights.
“Hey, I’m thirteen, or fourteen, or whatever. I’m immature and too young to know the difference,” Casten replied cutting into his steak and then purposefully chewing as loudly as he could to annoy Arie. “I don’t think maturity has kicked in yet. More than likely it’ll come in sometime after common sense, which I seem to be lacking, too. After all,” he paused and smiled, “I did paint a police horse.”
“Or it may never,” Emma added speaking for the first time in this argument.
Up until now, she and Aiden has remained quiet watching with smiles on their faces. They probably had the worst kids out of all of us so I could only assume this was a nightly occurrence for them.
Emma continued to chew her food slowly gesturing to Spencer and me with her fork. “It never kicked in for Jameson and Spencer. So, it might not for you either.”
Though I wasn’t entertained by Emma’s remarks, I had to laugh at how much our family was changing. It’s strange to me how when something in your life begins, you think about what it will be like twenty years later, at least I did. Now here I was, almost twenty years since Sway and I got together. It was similar to what I imagined but paled in comparison to what it really was.
“I know what I want to be when I grow up,” Casten announced out of nowhere carrying plates into the kitchen for Sway.
I wasn’t sure if it was a rhetorical question or not, but decided to reply when he stood next to me, “That’s great, buddy. You’re only thirteen, way to have your life figured out.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m fourteen. How do you always forget my age?”
“Whatever, what do you want to be?”
“A lawyer. With the amount of times you’ve been arrested; my sister and her poor choices in men; and my uncle Tommy, I think it’d be beneficial to our family.”
“We have a family lawyer and Tommy is not your uncle.”
“Might as well be,” Casten shrugged scooping a few more plates in his hands. I could hear Sway laughing in the kitchen at something Emma told her. It made me smile, too, just hearing her soft laughter ring throughout our home.
“All right,” my dad stood. “It’s been fun but I have things to do. Let’s go, honey,” he said reaching for my mom’s hand. Mom looked up at him resting her hand in his. They both exchanged a look of adoration and then looked at the rest of us still gathered around the table fighting over the last piece of pie.
“You don’t have shit to do, Jimi,” Aiden laughed leaning back in his chair when Spencer stuck his hand in the pie claiming it as his own. No one wanted it after that. “What could you have to do? You’re retired.”
“Oh, I have things to do,” he slapped my mom on the ass as they moved toward the kitchen and then out the back door.
I leaned into Sway with my shoulder, “Speaking of things to do.”
I didn’t have to say much more than that and she was rushing through dishes and telling the kids to behave for the night.
Once inside our new bedroom, I leaned back against the door. My head tipped to the side watching the clothes disappear. Soft green eyes watched me with a hunger I knew well.
“Let’s go over align boring again.” Her hands wrapped around me. “I think I may have forgotten the process.”
Those words seemed to be my breaking point and everything else slipped away besides us. I cradled her face in my hands kissing her softly as she worked on my belt buckle shaking my jeans down.
“Let’s get to the bed at least,” I chuckled when she wrapped her hands around my neck and then her legs around my hips positioning for some machine work.
She pressed more firmly against me, “No, let’s do this quick and dirty. I like quick and dirty.”
Oh, well hell, if that was what she wanted, I would certainly provide for my wife.
Our kisses soon became needy and urgent. The two of us knew the dance very well from our first time, eighteen-years ago, in that Charlotte hotel room.
Her tongue swept across my lower lip and I couldn’t fight the groan that escaped. Her back hit the door when I spun her around. She was getting it dirty if she wanted. My hands fisted her white shirt. I balanced her against my thighs and the door and yanked it over her head tossing it aside.
“I think you get hotter every day.”
She laughed. “I’m a sure thing. You don’t have to sweeten me.”
“Sweeten you?” I laughed, “You’re sweet all right, honey.”
“Shut up. Where are the dirty engine terms you promised?” her hands gripped my shoulders tugging at my T-shirt.
Once it was removed, I slammed her back against the door. “Hold on tight then. Align boring requires a specialized motion. A motion,” I swiveled my hips forward, and then paused. My body shook as I tried not to move at the sensations, “that can re-align long-term mechanical stress.”
“Oh yeah, I got stress baby,” Sway moaned bucking her hips into me.
I stopped when I heard a thump at the door. We were now sprawled on our bedroom floor kicking the remainder of our clothes aside and pushing boxes out of our way. “You better have locked that fucking door,” I told Sway harshly, not willing to stop. Whoever, and I prayed it wasn’t our kids, was on the other side of that door would get one hell of a show.
Between our breathing and my grunting, we didn’t hear any more noises.
With increased movements, our bearings were carrying equal loads.
“Jesus,” Sway panted resting her head against my chest as my breathing slowed, “you’d think after eighteen years it wouldn’t feel so amazing.”
“Oh, please, I’m the champ, remember?”
She slapped my chest and sat up, my hand trailed down her back over the tattoo she had on her spine. Smiling, I read the scripture silently as if a reminder to what we’d been through over the years.
“I do remember,” she kissed my arm before standing to slip on my t-shirt; “You’re practically a legend.”
Just before we moved a pile of clothes from the bed and onto the floor, Sway’s cell phone that she had found in the bathroom, chirped with a voicemail message.
“That little shit,” she smiled shaking her head.
“What?” I set the alarm knowing I had to be at the sprint car shop in the morning to meet Grady, our new fabrication specialist with JAR Racing.
“Casten is suspended for a week for that stunt today.”
I said nothing. Damn kids.