Acres, Natalie - Bang the Blower [Country Roads 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

Frank shook his head. “I don’t wanna know anything about
that
.”

“Good thing,” she teased. “Because I don’t, either.”

Chapter Five

Hank felt her eyes at his back. He didn’t turn around to greet her, but when she leaned on the board fence beside him, he said, “This industry consumes a driver’s every waking hour. When they’re not driving for the money, they’re practicing for the next event, going to meetings, or signing autographs. If you let it, the sport will devour you. The spectators and other drivers will eat you alive. Racing can take the best part of what you have to give. If you’re not careful, it will leave you with nothing.”

“Are you implying I don’t have anything left if I walk away from my career?”

Hank faced her then. The first thing he noticed was the new look of determination. Her entire persona had changed since she’d spent a little time with Frank. She possessed that raging fire in her eyes again. Her lips were set and tightly pressed together. She appeared more confident than she had been the hour before.

He wondered if Frank had a good talk with her and if so, he was curious if he’d gotten anywhere. “You have plenty waiting for you, Julie. You know that. Question is, do you want what you have, or do you need what you used to have?”

She narrowed her gaze. “I don’t need anything from the past to make me happy.”

He chuckled and returned to the fence, draping his arms over the top plank. “You keep telling yourself that, baby. Maybe one day I’ll prove you wrong. I like doing that, you know.”

“Hmm,” she muttered, eyeing Duke curiously when he climbed out of a car that screeched to a halt right in front of them. “When did he start driving?”

Hank snorted. “Duke always thought he had the guts to do what you do. Fact is, he doesn’t. He’ll tell ya. We had a trial run down in Daytona once, just to prove a point. Duke couldn’t keep his eyes on the track in front of him for worrying himself to death about the guys behind him. He wrecked within ten laps.”

“Really?” she asked in a high-pitched voice.

“I’m telling you the way it is,” Hank said, facing her. “Very few people possess what you’ve got, Julie. It takes more than skill to get out there and race. You have to be smart. You gotta understand your limitations, and more than that, you have to know when you’re hitting your limits.

“You can’t fear the job or the boys you meet when you’re doing your best to bring home the win for your team. You oughta know that better than anyone. If you let your guard down once and the competition is there to watch when you do, then you’ll always be vulnerable. And one weakness can make a loser out of a potential winner.”

“How do you know I don’t have a few weaknesses of my own now?”

Hank chuckled. “Doll, you only have two of those. You’re looking at one of ’em.”

Before she retorted, Duke joined them. “Hey, gorgeous. What’d you think of that prize pony Frank bought ya?”

“Pony, hell,” Julie mumbled.

“She’s a beauty,” Duke said, using his T-shirt to wipe perspiration away from his forehead.

“Did you have a chance to see your car?” Hank asked, changing the subject. He’d much rather try and steer interest in the appropriate direction.

Julie cleared her throat. “Yes.”

She didn’t offer anything more, nothing less, and Hank considered her response one for the home team. She wasn’t hell-bent on denying the fact she wanted to race the car, and that in itself was a victory. Maybe in a few days, Frank would convince her to give the car a whirl around the track.

“So what’d ya think?” Duke asked, pressing.

“I think you’re crazy if you believe I’ll race a stock car.”

And there was one strike for Julie’s tally sheet. Maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as Hank had hoped.

“What are you so scared of?” Hank asked. “Stock cars and drag cars are two different giants.”

Julie wheeled around on her heel and slapped the back of her hand against his chest. “How dare you say that to me? Maybe if you weren’t such an egotistical, self-serving ass, you’d understand why drag cars and stock cars are certainly cut from the same cloth! One killed my father and the other almost killed me!” With that outburst, she hurried away, limping and jogging around the perimeter of the track until she bolted down the hill and disappeared out of sight.

“You just refuse to ease up,” Duke said.

“No,” Hank retorted. “I refuse to give up on Julie because down deep, she knows racing is the be-all and end-all. If she’s not behind the wheel, if she’s not out there on that track, she’ll never be happy. That’s all there is to it.”

“I hope you’re wrong,” Duke said, his eyes searching the pastureland surrounding them. “Because I don’t think she’ll ever race again.”

* * * *

“Two different giants,” Julie mumbled to herself, as she sank into a whirlpool tub full of bubbles. That was the whole problem. She felt helpless when she stood next to Hank and Duke. In their presence, the past had a way of rearing its provocative head, tempting her with the things she once enjoyed, the men she once found irresistible.

She relaxed her neck on a support as the hot water soothed her. Punching the button on the side of the tub, she jerked as the jets massaged her sore, aching bones.

“Ah, heaven,” she whispered, propping her foot on the side of the tub. She thought of Hank then, of the way they’d groped and fondled one another in broad daylight. She looked down on her breasts rising high enough to cap the bubbles.

Her nipples were erect, her mounds full. She leaned back and tweaked the hard gems, rolling them back and forth until her heightened arousal made her recognize the obvious. She needed more than her own hand to satisfy her.

Then again, beggars couldn’t always choose the best way to take care of growing needs when they failed to go away on their own. Sinking against the sleek, smooth surface of the tub, she propped up her other leg, opening herself up to a full exploration.

Propelling her hand across her stomach, she dipped her fingers between her folds and moaned. Cupping a breast, she played with her nipple, thinking of the way Hank aroused her, how he made her feel like a desirable woman again.

She fingered her pussy lips, teasing the tender folds until she arched against her bent wrist. She needed more than light taunting. She wanted penetration.

Burying three digits inside her pussy, she tightened her hand around her breast, fondling herself as she went right to the brink, pushing her hand tightly against her cunt as she reached for that spot, the one guaranteed to make her rock out a steady beat.

Her head rolled to the side and she moaned. Her feet fell to the water with a splash and she used them for leverage, rising and falling as she pumped.

“Oh God!” she cried out, working after her release, fucking harder and harder with two fingers, then three.

Images of Hank and Duke ran through her head. She remembered how they used to fuck her. Duke was always devoted to her pleasure, taking his own sweet time with lovemaking. Hank, on the other hand, rarely had time for foreplay, but good God how he made up for lost pleasures. The man could screw a woman for an hour, rest a few minutes, and then go at it again.

She pictured them then, showering her with their affection. Their hands roamed over her. Their lips enticed her. If Hank and Duke were with her now, she’d ask Hank to kiss her while Duke tantalized her sex. He possessed a wicked mouth.

She wiggled her fingers inside her channel, imagining how Duke’s tongue would feel fluttering inside her, bringing her to release. Tossing her head back, she pursed her lips and groaned when she couldn’t come.

“Damn it to hell, this isn’t working!” she exclaimed, exasperated.

“Well thank God for that,” Duke said, slamming the door as he entered the bathroom. “Because I swear, if you’d climaxed without me there to help you, I might have been jealous. How can a man be envious of the very woman he can’t wait to bend over and fuck?”

Julie sat abruptly, making a splash when she tried to hide under the bubbles and at the same time, jerk her hand free from her pussy so he wouldn’t know she was fingering herself. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know those slender fingers of yours aren’t reaching high enough to set you right.” A beat later, he added, “Want some help?”

“Get out,” she said, giving him what she hoped was a stern look, rather than one he’d interpret as “come here and get this while the getting is good.”

“I’d rather watch the show,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “What about you, Hank?”

Hank appeared in the doorway then. He was wrapped in a white towel, and wore that towel about as well as he sported a mischievous grin. His hair was damp, suggesting he’d already been in the shower. His eyes were hooded, which implied he wasn’t leaving there without getting what he came for, and there was no question about what he wanted. His hard cock was erect, and those flat discs on his chest were as pointed as she’d ever seen them.

“I didn’t invite either of you to join me.”

“She ain’t lying, Hank,” Duke said, grinning. “In fact, she was having a private party when I interrupted her.”

“Last I checked, a man didn’t need an invitation in his own home.” Hank strolled inside the large area, took a seat on the vanity, and propped his feet on the chair in front of the dressing table. He provided a bird’s-eye view. His towel failed to cover what he wanted the world—or at least her—to see.

Her mouth dried. Rolling her tongue over parched lips, she attempted to moisten them. “I want you to leave.”

“Damn shame,” Hank said, placing one leg over the other.

“I mean it.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Hank told her, glancing at Duke. “Are you?”

“Nope.” Duke crossed his arms, bent his knee, and kicked the door closed behind them. “I’m not in any hurry.”

The bubbles deteriorated one by one. She was more exposed than before and Duke’s gaze settled on her chest. “You’ll shrivel up before we leave this room. You might as well invite us to join you.”

Aware then of her marked back, she turned her head and looked the other way, noting the pink tile wall. Never one to miss out on a good thing, she made up her mind then. She’d much rather look at them. If they saw the defects on her skin and couldn’t dismiss them as an imperfection or blemish, then their concern for her was superficial, and she’d rather know now instead of later.

Her eyes met Hank’s. He tilted his head, acting as if he awaited the inevitable, understanding perhaps, she wouldn’t deny them. “We’ve got all night, Julie.”

She took a deep breath and decided she did, too. She wasn’t about to waste it.

“Good thing. It’s been a while. And I’m not about to let you rush this, Hank Hinman.”

Chapter Six

Hank joined her in the tub while Duke undressed. He slid into the water, sitting at the opposite end. Gripping her calf, he drew her ankle toward him, placing light kisses as he inched closer to her knee.

“Easy,” she said, jerking when his hands cupped her thigh.

“Does it still hurt?” Hank asked, feeling foolish for making such an inquiry.

“It doesn’t feel good,” she told him, twisting around but scooting away from him in the process.

Duke joined them. He sat on the side of the whirlpool, his legs splayed, opened on either side of her head. She seemed to make room, accommodate him after he positioned himself behind her, his body drifting into the water in order to sit with his cock against her ass.

Hank had to give him credit. He gained the best seat in the tub.

“Hmm,” Duke muttered, moving her hair away from her nape. “I had forgotten how much I love bathing with you.”

The tub was big enough to accommodate four, a request Hank made when he had the bathroom designed. He’d told his interior decorator that he wanted a therapeutic whirlpool, and picked out this particular model. Truth told, he’d always had this in mind.

Digging his fingers into her leg, Hank caressed her as Duke massaged her shoulders. Duke’s expression was solemn as his hands propelled lower, and Hank knew he was viewing what he’d seen earlier by the pool. Those scars and burns were enough to shake him, enough to rattle the best of men.

“You two never had any patience,” Julie accused, glancing at Duke before glaring at him.

“You could’ve locked your door,” Duke pointed out, his lips meeting her skin.

Julie dropped her head back, tilting her chin to the side. Her eyes closed, and she moaned when Duke hit the right mark, an erogenous spot Hank remembered well—right between her shoulder blades.

“I locked my bedroom door,” she informed them.

“Which one?” Hank inquired, realizing she probably didn’t know about the door at the back of her walk-in closet, the passageway which led straight to his private suite.

She narrowed her gaze. “What do you mean which one? The only one that would’ve been locked to prevent the two of you coming in here and…and…”

“And what?” Hank asked, running his hands up and down her legs.

“You know what,” she bit out.