Pace Laps (Racing on the Edge Book 10) (28 page)

Tommy disappeared into the house to see what his back looked like as Rager glanced at him, and then did a double take of his back and burst out laughing.

Casten took a handful of raisins, chewing slowly. “They taste like chocolate.”

Hayden smiled and set Ryder on the floor. He took off outside to the pool where Jameson was throwing kids in. “Ryder likes chocolate covered raisins, but not the raisins.”

It took Casten a minute before he understood what that meant. And then he spat them back in the bowl, pushing it to the middle of the table.

Tommy came inside in only his underwear. Apparently, Hawaiian weather was too much for him. I was thankful they were at least black underwear this time.

“I’m starving,” he announced, scratching his balls. It made it worse he worse that he wore white underwear. “I thought we were going to a Luau or something.”

“For the love of Christ I hope they find his bag soon,” Hayden whispered to me and then smiled at Tommy. “Have some raisins.” She handed him the bowl.

“Thanks.” Wrapping his arm around her, he popped a handful in his mouth. “I knew you’d like me eventually.”

She eyed him offensively, and then stared at her foot, the one bitten by a snake seven some years ago. “Yeah, sure.”

When she left, Tommy leaned into my side. “She spit on these, didn’t she?”

“What do you think?”

His head hung. “I think she did.”

“IS THAT A dick on his back?” Brody leaned forward watching Tommy take a seat next to Jameson, his shirt off because he said even the slightest fabric against his skin hurt. He was asked twice to put on a shirt because of his dick sunscreen drawing. Both times he spat on the people who asked, like he was a fucking camel or something. It’d be a miracle if he wasn’t arrested within the hour.

“Yep.” Spencer goaded with pride.

“Well, fuck my ass.”

Jameson, Spencer and I stared at Brody. For being such a talented driver in NASCAR, he said some really stupid shit sometimes. Spencer shook his head like he was disgusted with his son-in-law. He probably was.

“I wouldn’t say that too loud around here.” Willie hushed Brody when a group of men walked by.

“Why?”

“Because we’re in a foreign country.”

“Hawaii’s not foreign,” Jameson noted, like he knew what he was talking about. This coming from the guy who thought Rio was next to China. “It’s part of the United States.”

“Why are we doing a family reunion here anyway?” Casten flopped down in the chair next to me. “None of us are from here.”

“Rosa might be.” I gave a nod to her on the stage trying to hula dance. She couldn’t. Not even the slightest. She looked like a cat trying to walk with shoes on.

“What are we waiting for? I thought we came here to eat?” Casten asked just before downing his third beer of the night. Apparently, his raisins weren’t enough earlier and he was starving.

“The pig. They’re digging it up.” Axel gave a nod to where they were in fact digging a pig from the ground.

Savannah, who was on Axel’s lap, threw her head back in a screaming fit and nailed Axel right in the jaw. He immediately handed her off to Lily, his face red with anger. That was like the fourth time she’d done that tonight. Poor Savannah could never get it together at the dinner table, or any other time. She was by far the crankiest kid I’d ever seen. Nothing made her happy unless it was Jonah making silly faces at her. Word to the wise, never let her and Hudson play together.

“This is a fucking joke. I’m starving.” Casten growled and then looked at Willie who was using a razor blade to cut a hole in a coconut. Or trying to. “Where did you get a razor blade?”

“From my sock.” He shrugged placing the razor blade back in his sock. “Security is a fucking joke at this place.”

“Why would you even need a razor blade?”

“It is the amazon.”

Casten sighed. “No, it’s not. It’s fucking Hawaii.”

“Oh, right. Well still, what if a pig chases me?”

I pointed to the pig roasting in front of us. “Yeah, cause he looks terrifying.”

Willie turned to me. “I’m not eating that.”

Once the food arrived, everyone seemed to calm down a bit and unfortunately, drank as much as they ate, including Jameson and me. I don’t know what my deal was but the drinks were delicious and I had no self-control.

Then the fire dancing started. Their first mistake was allowing Jameson, who was shitfaced, to dance with fire.

“What’s your name?” the girl wearing a grass skirt and a coconut bikini asked, her long black hair draped casually over her perfect olive skin. She was fucking beautiful. If I were ever going to consider a threesome, it would be with Kelly, the Hawaiian fire-dancing beauty.

I was also sure it crossed Jameson’s drunk mind when he leaned into her and said, “Whatever you want it to be.”

I could count the number of times I had seen my husband drunk enough that he flirted with other women. Certainly confident enough not to worry, I found it entirely too entertaining and burst out giggling at the table.

“I haven’t seen Jameson this drunk in a long time.” Emma snorted and grabbed Hudson—Rager and Arie’s youngest—before he waddled up to the fire. He was fascinated with anything that had flames. Believe me, he had the makings of a pyro.

“It’s awesome!” Tommy shouted, whooping and hollering beside us.

“Don’t give him fire!” I yelled, practically standing on the table.

They didn’t listen to me, and Jameson ultimately caught poor Kelly’s skirt on fire. And fuck me if she wasn’t hotter naked.

“I’d do her,” Hayden whispered, looking at me in disbelief, her eyes wide. “Fuck, how is her skin that perfect?”

My concern grew when Jameson nearly dumped his alcoholic drink on her to put the fire out. At least he was trying to help, but still, not the brightest move. “I think it’s something in the air here. They all have pretty skin.”

Emma frowned and reached for her drink. “Jameson looks ridiculous up there. It’s like Grandpa Ken dancing next to Hawaiian Barbie.”

Emma was just jealous because she wanted to dance on stage.

It was about twenty minutes after my husband caught the girl on fire, and she had since changed, when a boy, just as beautiful as her, approached me to dance.

“Ah, well that’s sweet of you, Island Boy, but I’m a grandma now. I can’t be dancing with boys in high school.”

I wasn’t sure he understood what that meant. Actually, I was positive he didn’t because the next thing I knew, Island Boy was teaching me how to hula dance.

You know what, I was way better than anyone else at it too. Maybe because I was drunk and my own dancing ability seemed superb to me, or it was that I was just that drunk that I didn’t care.

Either way, it was a blast. And I had no idea how it happened—goes back to being drunk—but I ended up showing Island Boy the funbags before the night was out.

It was then my drunk husband had something to say. “What the fuck, Sway?” He growled, grabbing me by the arm and covering my chest with his shirt.

“Whatever. You were dancing with the Hawaiian beauty over there. How come I can’t?”

He looked offended, his mouth opening and shutting a few times before he said, “She sure as hell didn’t see my dick, now, did she?”

“Well, I didn’t show island boy my crankcase. I showed him the funbags.” I motioned around me, drink still in hand and splashed poor island boy in the face with it. “I just wanted to see if they compared to the girls around here.”

“They look better to me,” Island Boy popped off with, his dark hair swept from his beautiful face as my drink dripped from his perfectly chiseled jaw. He looked like a tan Greek god statue.

Jameson shoved him back away, and into Tommy who squealed like the pig they buried and ate, because we hit his sensitive skin. “No one asked you.”

“She asked me.” Get this, Island Boy stood up to Rowdy Riley.

I was very interested to see where it would go when Jameson stared at the kid with a look I hadn’t seen in a while. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said… she
wanted
me to see them,” Island Boy smarted off, focusing again on Jameson.

“There will be no version of this where you’re gonna walk away, so stay out of it.” Jameson stepped closer, his movement both guarded and a warning. He was one, drunk, and two, Island Boy could be some kind of UFC fighter or something. He never knew.

A familiar standoff, one I’d seen many times, began between Jameson and Island Boy. One where I knew Rowdy Riley might make a return any minute.

Jameson’s eyes swept over his, gauging a reaction he knew he’d have. “Why don’t you go back to showing these other woman a good time and leave mine alone?”

Island Boy looked at his buddies gathering around, all of them showing amusement. “I think you’re—”

Jameson smiled a cold, bitter smile, letting out a venomous, cynical laugh. “You really think I give a goddamn what you think?” he asked, his jaw tightened. I put my hand on his shoulder, surprised how quickly his temper was getting out of control.

“No, I don’t think you care. All you tourists are the same. Come here lookin’ for a good time and when you get it, you’re good, right? What about her? She’s just lookin’ for a good time too and she’s a little drunk. Who fuckin’ cares, man. Relax. You were dancing with my wife and I didn’t say anything.”

Jameson said nothing. Absolutely nothing.

See, I knew Island Boy and Hawaiian Barbie were married.

Damn, think about how beautiful their kids would be. Like little chocolate kisses of sweetness. While I daydreamed about their pretty babies, Jameson finally loosened up a bit when Hawaiian Barbie came over. “What’s going on over here?”

“Your boy’s looking at my wife’s tits,” Jameson told her before anyone else could speak. It was just like him to get the first and last word in.

She laughed, her arm around Jameson. “Oh relax.” She then put her arm around her husband. “Eamon’s harmless.” She extended her arm to me, which I took and dropped Jameson’s shirt. So she met me and the enhanced funbags all at once. “I’m Kahlua. But almost everyone calls me Kelly.”

“I love Kahlua in my coffee,” Casten said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, before he noticed I wasn’t wearing a shirt any longer but only covering myself with Jameson’s shirt. Naturally my son didn’t look but discretely removed his arm and became best friends with Eamon.

Thankfully they all walked away, and Jameson made me put my shirt back on. “I can’t believe you showed him your tits. Stop doing that.”

I blew off his harshness and kissed his sunburnt cheeks. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“Can we go fuck now? I’m tired of this Luau shit.”

Raising an eyebrow, I walked with him onto the beach, hand in hand. “Is that because Kahlua back there got your engine temp up?”

“She may have put a little heat in the engine, sure…” I loved how relaxed he was, his eyes drooping shut slowly, “but I prefer to get racey with someone who knows how to lay on the loud pedal.”

I burst out laughing while he tripped in the sand and sat down, chuckling to himself at his ability to turn anything into car jargon.

Leave it to the girl in me to ask, “Did she really turn you on? You never talk about that kind of thing with me.” I’m married and understood just because a man had a ring on his finger, it didn’t make him blind to the opposite sex. Jameson and I just didn’t talk about that kind of thing.

He did that thing where he blinked, maybe deciding if he should tell me the truth or not. “What?”

“Never mind.” Despite me trying not to, my cheeks heated. He knew what that meant.

He groaned. “Come on, don’t be like that. Was she hot? Yeah. Did I want to fuck her? No. I want you.” I still wasn’t buying it so he pulled me on his lap to straddle him. “Do you remember that night in Charlotte?”

“How could I forget that?”

He drew back, his eyes searching mine. “Well, my point is it had been like a year since I had sex.”

“So….”

“I wasn’t having sex because I wanted my best friend.” He raised his hips so I could feel his erection through his shorts. I shivered despite the warm humid air, goose bumps moving over my skin. His lips brushed against my neck once again. “And I still want her, always.”

Okay, he had a way of making things better.

“I bet you I can make you remember why you chose me, too.”

He ground his hips into mine as his lips pressed to my bare shoulder and then he kissed me slowly leaving wet kisses over my skin until his lips found my neck. “I bet you could.”

“It’s been a while since I did any micro polishing.” My finger traced the line of his ready camshaft through his shorts.

His hands moved to behind his head as he lay back in the sand. “Let’s see what you got. Don’t get any sand on me though.”

Lowering myself down his body, his eyes lit up when I had his shorts undone. They rolled back when I went to work, and squeezed tight. His legs stiffened, and he squirmed a little when he met his rev limit.

When I finished, I was a tad breathless and crawling up him. “Did you forget all about Kelly?”

Jameson chuckled, slightly breathless as well. I felt pretty good about my efforts and wanted to remind Hawaiian Barbie I could get the job done in record time.