Pace Laps (Racing on the Edge Book 10) (15 page)

“WHY DO WE need Tater-Tots?” Rosa looked back at me when I spoke, giving me that look like I was crazy. I got that a lot from Rosa, but so did everyone else. “Oh, for the kids?”

“No. Tommy.” Rosa continued to walk around the aisles picking up random items and throwing them in the cart. “He loves them.”

Tommy and Rosa’s relationship had always been entertaining to me. They were more like sex buddies than a couple, and Rosa was more of a live-in guest than our housekeeper.

When we got back to the house, we started making cookies with the girls, aside from Arie. She was never much of a baker, but she was trying. Just wasn’t making anything that resembled cookies.

Lexi, being a few months pregnant now was taking the eating for two literally while Alley laughed at her. “You don’t have to eat for two just yet. The baby is only like the size of a flea.”

“Really?” Arie squinted. “That’s all?”

“No.” Emma shook her head. “You’re like fourteen weeks. It’s like the size of an apple by now.”

Lexi lifted up her shirt to reveal a small bump and pointed at it. “That’s either poop or baby.” And then her eyes lit up staring at the table. “Ohhh, I love those ones!” She gleamed reaching for the sugar cookie I had just finished frosting.

I slapped her hand away when she started taking them all. “Don’t eat them all. Those are Casten’s favorite.”

Tommy came into the kitchen with Casten, barely able to breathe through his laughter and pulled off his beanie cap slamming it down on the table in an exaggerated motion. “I can’t… holy shit. I can’t breathe.” He grabbed at his stomach as he fell in the chair beside the bar.

“What?” Casten asked and then looked at me as if I should know what Tommy had done. He was an idiot. No one knew what Tommy did besides him. And even then, if you did know what he was up to, his motives were questionable.

“Jameson….” Somewhere between his harsh breathing, Tommy finally was able to speak in a voice we could understand instead of waving his hands around. “He had a headache so I gave him Viagra. Stupid asshole thought it was aspirin.”

My mouth dropped open. “The fuck, Tommy! Where is he now?”

“The best part is, he doesn’t know.” Tommy pointed his finger in my face. “So don’t tell him.”

I shoved him. “Seriously? You don’t actually think he’s not going to find out?”

Tommy shrugged. “Maybe not.”

I wasn’t surprised Tommy did this. He did shit like this all the time.

“Besides”—he put his arm around Rosa, kissed her cheek and then headed for the door—“I doubt he’ll complain about having an erection for four hours.” He turned to me. “Would he?”

My face heated. “Probably not.”

Should make for an interesting night for sure.

LATER THAT NIGHT, they were all waiting to see how long it would take for Jameson to have a reaction to the Viagra, but it turned out the pills Tommy had were expired so he wasn’t sure if they’d even work.

Boy was he wrong.

We were in the hot tub, me, Aiden, Emma, Spencer, Alley and Jameson when he kept shifting around and telling me he felt funny. I was already drunk, as was Alley and Emma, and we couldn’t stop laughing at him.

His face was all red and he kept blinking rapidly. It was entertaining, but I’d had too many rum and cokes by then not to find everything entertaining.

“Look how well I fill out this bikini with these fake funbags!” I shouted, cupping my breasts. “They look amazing.”

“Yes, they do,” Spencer commented, smiling.

Alley just shook her head knowing her husband meant nothing by it.

Jameson stared at me. “You take that bikini off and I’m going to be pissed.”

Wouldn’t be the first time. Or the last.

“Calm down.” I patted his head and then brought his head to rest on my chest. “See, they’re comfortable.”

“About the restaurant” Aiden interrupted Spencer in his hour-long debate about smoked brisket, completely changing the conversation. I couldn’t follow what he was talking about, but we had all been talking about buying a restaurant together. A way to secure our retirement I guessed, but we’d yet to decide on the location and what we would serve. Knowing the boys, it was looking like barbecue was going to be the preference. “I think we found a great location in Mooresville. We wouldn’t even have to put in a kitchen. It used to be a pizza joint, so they have everything already.”

“That’s good,” Alley said, watching Jameson out of the corner of her eye when he leaned into me.

“We need to go! Right now,” he said, standing and it was apparent the Viagra had kicked in full strength.

“Whoa, dude,” Spencer laughed. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you pointing is rude?”

The next four hours, actually, the next six hours were spent trying to relieve the need he had, and even well into the morning, I didn’t think he was satisfied.

I was, well, so incredibly sore. It was like my pit lizard days when I couldn’t sit down let alone walk right. I guarantee I walked with a limp the next day. I thought for sure I threw my hip out.

“I can’t believe that asshole gave me Viagra,” I told Spencer.

“Tommy drinks vodka out of a water bottle in the pits most days. Is he really someone you should trust to give you medicine?” Spencer shook his head as I figured out the next morning that Tommy had given me Viagra instead of aspirin. I couldn’t even say I was pissed because there were things a six-hour erection can provide for you. Good things.

“Good point.”

None of us knew what we were doing, but we decided to rent snowmobiles and take them on our own private tour of Vail that morning while the girls did whatever it was girls did in the mountains. I wasn’t sure why they rented them to a group of guys like this, but apparently, the family name authorized insanity because he just smiled and handed us the keys. Stupid fuck.

“That was easy,” Casten said, smiling brightly.

I had to laugh. Between him and Cole, they’d destroyed more vehicles than Spencer and me, but did that stop us from letting them drive away on one?

Nope.

There we were, lined up on the snow all staring at each other like some kind of
Fast and the Furious
movie.

The first miles were fine, but when they started bumping each other, I could tell the additional insurance we purchased was necessary.

“Why are you going so slow? What happened to Jameson Riley, NASCAR race car driver, huh?” Spencer teased, nudging the front of my snowmobile with his.

“Shut up,” I replied, trying to gain some focus. “I had a rough night.” More like Sway had a rough night, but still, align boring for six-hours straight took a lot out of you.

“I bet you did there, sport. You’re drivin’ like a bitch.” He smiled, hitting his throttle to pull ahead of me and dodging through a group of trees to shoot out in front of me and Casten and Cole. Aiden was back there somewhere with Axel and the rest of the JAR Racing boys, but it didn’t appear like they were racing each other. Just messing around and jumping off hills.

“Did you just call me a bitch?” I shouted, following closely behind Spencer. When I was close enough, I kicked at his legs. “I hope you drive this motherfucker off that cliff.”

“You’re such a baby when you’re not winning.” He smiled, and that only pissed me off more. “If you were driving the way you
should
be, you wouldn’t be losing,” he pointed out.

The only problem with all of this was I wasn’t exactly paying attention, and we were heading for a cliff.

“Abort, abort, go to plan B!” he screamed and jumped off his snowmobile.

“Wait… what’s plan B?” I asked, turning to look back at him.

I suddenly swerved to the right as I flew over the cliff, slamming to the ground with a loud crash. I flew about ten fucking feet and landed in a snow bank, laughing. Turned out it really wasn’t a cliff, more of a hill, but still, it was at least a six-foot drop I just made.

“Was this plan B?” he asked, walking over to me after I slid down the hill.

Standing, swaying slightly, I decided to sit back down in the snow. “Nope. That was definitely plan C,” I told him, laughing. “Plan B was bullshit.”

“Goddamn, racing snowmobiles!” Spencer yelled, pumping his fists in the air.

“Clearly, we didn’t think this through.” I stood again, trying to make my way back up the snow bank. “Let’s get back before that storm hits.”

Most of the boys were back by the time we returned to the rental shop.

Only I didn’t see Aiden and Cole anywhere. “Where’s Aiden and Cole?”

Anytime Cole was missing, you should be alarmed. Mostly because he was probably stealing something to sell. Loved the kid but he was fucking shifty as hell.

Casten shrugged, reaching up to dust snow out of his hair. “They were heading back before us. I thought they would have been back by now.”

Spencer shrugged as well. “I don’t see them. And what are we going to tell them? Tell them we hit a dog?”

“That won’t work,” I told them, groaning as I once again picked up pieces of my snowmobile. “They’re not going to buy it.”

Spencer seemed undeterred, as always. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“This had bad news written all over it. What did you expect to happen?” Casten piped in as he carried a piece of his too.

“How’d that happen?” I asked, smiling at him and noticed he was bleeding from his lips.

Casten grinned. “Axel wanted to race. Couldn’t let him win.”

Brothers. Always competitive.

When we dropped the snowmobiles off, it was pretty fucking evident what happened to them. It clearly looked like someone rammed into each other before they jumped them off a cliff.

“Whose snowmobile is that?” the teenage kid from behind the counter asked, scratching his head in confusion.

“It’s yours,” I shrugged. “I rented it from you like three hours ago.” I handed him the few pieces that wouldn’t stay on and the keys. “They’ve had a little… damage done to them.”

“What the fuck happened?” he gaped at the carts.

“We hit a dog.”

“A dog isn’t gonna do all that shit,” the kid said, pulling a tree branch out of the back of the snowmobile Spencer had been on.

“Are you calling me a liar?” I growled in the kid’s face.

“No, sir, but you’re going to have to pay for the damage. Your insurance doesn’t cover all this.”

Smiling now, I handed him my credit card. “I never said I wasn’t going to pay for it.”