The Legend (30 page)

I saw my
dad laughing out of the corner of my eye, actually he giggled, and Sway shook
her head knowing the emotion warring in me and that I wouldn’t take well to him
calling me that again.

Swinging
my legs around, I stood before him, my eyes level with his, knocking my drink
over with the motion. “What was that
...
Rex?”

“You’ve
done it now Rex.” Randy said provoking the matter. Every time Rex and I were
together, we’ve gotten in a fight.

He shoved
me, or maybe I shoved him. Either way, shoving took place. I took a swing
first, or maybe he took the swing first. Either way, a swing took place.

Shoving,
swinging, and then that turned into some words and before I knew it, I was
nursing a fat bloody lip and Rex had a broken jaw. Not many got away clean with
my left handed pop. Unfortunately Rex had a left handed pop that was similar.

My dad
laughed at me sitting there glaring at Rex, breathing heavy, glaring and
spitting blood as he left with my uncle. “So you don’t like being called Jay
huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Hey dad,”
Axel came into the room; finally without his hands or lips attached to Lily
though they were holding hands. Lily sat on his lap, his hands draped over her
legs as they sat next to me. “Have you heard about the winter race in Knoxville
this year?”

“No, I
haven’t heard anything.” Then it dawned on me. That must have been the race
Tommy was talking about the other day. “Oh, wait, Tommy may have said something
about it.”

“It sounds
pretty cool. I think it’s the first winter race they’ve ever had.”

“It is.
Usually the weather is too wet this time of year.” I looked over at Axel. “You
wanna race it?”

“You mean
with you?” he stumbled through his words appearing nervous. Lily sighed knowing
he was.

“Yeah with
me
...
and the boys,” the three of us started
talking about the race and the format that we heard they would be doing and
agreed to look into it.

Dad sighed
wistfully. “That actually sounds pretty cool.”

All of us
knew my dad would never race again. I guess I couldn’t say that he would never
race again, just that he probably shouldn’t. His head had endured a lot over
the years and eventually that led to him deciding to retire.

“What do
you say we call it a night, champ?” Sway offered looking to me and I agreed.

Sway and I
left after that. Arie and Casten left with Spencer and Alley. Apparently they
were all going shopping tomorrow, something Sway and I had no plans of doing.

“We
haven’t done it on a bike…yet.” Sway said to me when we pulled in our driveway.
Her hands circled around and grabbed me. Of course I instantly started to get
hard. This was something I had imagined
many
times.

“It’s
nearly December. Won’t you get cold?”

Her
soft hands gripped my shoulders as I lifted her up and onto my lap. Her legs
were wrapped around me, pulling me into her warm center. “No, I won’t get cold.
How could I with you here?”

“Fuck
Sway, this is so fucking hot.” I rasped tasting her cool skin. She shivered
melting around me.

“All I can
think about right now,” she let out a soft moan, her hips working mine. “
...
is that picture with you leaned back in that
chair and your head bent forward
...
so sexy!”

I had
forgotten about that one. Probably because once they had baby oil on me my mood
turned to shit but
damn
, that photo shoot has gotten me a lot of
lovin
’.

I chuckled
against her lips, the sound vibrating and pushed her down on me harder this time,
the sensation was just as gratifying.

“Sway
...
” I breathed. I bent to kiss the
swells of her breasts and she hitched her leg around me again gaining an angle
we needed to make this work. I wasn’t going to be able to make this work.
Grinding her hips against mine, she bent forward holding me against her chest.

“It’s
fucking freezing out her. You better get to this bearing alignment soon, enough
assembly prep already.”

Soon my
jeans were unzipped and Sway had gotten her dress up and panties pushed aside.

I paused
for a brief second to take her in. With the light of our garage, her body
seemed to glow under the moonlight. After twenty years together she got more
beautiful every day. Reaching out, I traced my hand over her cheek before
lifting her onto my lap again. Sliding inside of her, she gasped and threw her
head back. We became frantic with one another, hands and lips fighting for
control on a bike. It wasn’t happening and I nearly knocked it over a few
times.

I
couldn’t put a name to the emotion that was coursing through my body, but
something in her eyes met mine and I felt completely at home and yet on fire at
the same time.

She
crashed her lips to mine, I winced from the cut but took what she gave anyway
and I was shocked with the ferocity behind her kiss. Our lips locked and she
clutched her hands to the back of my neck as she moved against me. A fire raged
from our connected lips and warmed my chest, all the way down my body. I
wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer so that she was flush against
me and she moaned at the contact.

She
was illuminated by the moonlight. Her porcelain skin was set against the
midnight blue dress that was pushed up around her waist. She was more than
exquisite. Her perfect breasts were rising and falling with her labored
breaths, and I could see her pert nipples straining against the lace.

Ghosting
my hands down her curves, I felt her skin ripple from my touch. Her trim yet
hourglass shape was like heaven in my hands. I reveled in every inch of her
with my fingertips, back up her curves and over her breasts, caressing,
touching and feeling her.

God
she was fucking gorgeous. So much beyond my dreams I couldn't comprehend the
sight before me. I reached up and swept a lock of hair behind her ear and she
closed her eyes.

And
that’s when we heard.
“Really guys?
You couldn’t wait
to get into your house?” Alley said avoiding the sight by holding a plate
against her face. Closing her eyes she reached out and blindly held the plate
out. “I came return the plate. Now I wished I hadn’t.”

Laughing,
I took the plate and said, “Let’s face it Alley, you’ve caught us doing worse.”

Surprisingly
she laughed, “You
ain’t
kidding.”

Alley
quickly left as we weren’t exactly in the position to be talking. Sway slumped
against me and then drew back to smile. “Why does that still happen to us?”

“Because
we’re careless,” I whispered and then buried my head in her neck. “Now pay
attention, we’re busy.”

Regardless
of being caught, again, there was no slowing down. We continued until we were both
moaning. That was until I lost my footing and the bike fell over. Thankfully we
were finished by that point.

Limping
inside, my arm hung around over her shoulders, hers around my waist. “Do you
think we’re too old to be still doing it in cars and on bikes?”

My
lips found her forehead. “No. I think we’re normal and we’re making this what
we want it to be.”

“You’re
right. Now
...
” her smile was mischievous. “We
haven’t done it in the shower since we moved in. Let’s get to that. The kids
are gone.”

“You
read my mind honey.”

I
never thought we were too old to be doing what we did. I never thought we were
too old for a lot of things because we were in love. How many couples in their
forties could honestly say that? I knew a few who couldn’t. It seems that the
older you get, the harder it is to keep that love alive. You find yourself
pinched and looking for an opening anywhere. Our opening was this. We had a
healthy relationship. We fought, oh man, did we fight. She thought I followed
to close to other cars when driving and that I never cleaned up after myself or
that I lost my temper too quickly. I hated that she yelled at me for following
to close or that we paid a maid to clean and she never did or that she and our
kids fueled my temper at times. The thing was, at the end of the day when I was
loose in the marbles searching for grip. She was exactly what I wanted.

The
utter expanse of emotions and feelings that I could have with her amazed me
every day. It was as if the two of us met in the middle of everything and that
balanced us out. I could laugh with her, cry with her, though I never really
had, be coy with her and then be completely overcome with want by her. No one
had ever affected me that way and I had a feeling they never would.

11.
          
Feature - Axel

Feature –
This refers to the main event and the cars that made which it through the heats
to race in the final race of the night and pays the biggest payout.

My
parents, I honestly believe this, were the true meaning behind a love story.

When most
think of my dad, they think of the NASCAR Cup series champion that he is, but
not my mom. He’s always just been Jameson to her. There’s a side to him that
only she knows and will ever know. There are words that he says that only she
gets to hear. There are feelings that he feels that only she knows.

That to me
is a part of marriage. Trusting that the other person will let you be yourself
and not an image. You trust them with a part of yourself that no one sees.

I had
absolutely no concerns about marrying Lily, none.

What I was
concerned about was the bachelor party. If I had to guess it was because of my
brother and Cole. Or maybe it was Tommy and Willie? They were not the people
you wanted planning this sort of thing. When Tommy got involved, I was sure I
didn’t want to go. He was a forty-two year old kid and that would never change.

No one
told me what we were doing until the morning we got back from the Chili Bowl
Midget Nationals.

Casten,
Lane and Cole were all in the kitchen of my condo, planning the evening when
Tommy walked in with Willie. These two traveled as a pair most of the time.

“Hey kid!
You up for tonight?”
Tommy asked drinking milk from the
carton out of my fridge and then moved to the coffee pot to make his morning
coffee. He reminded me of my mom, he had to have coffee.
Couldn’t
live without it.

One time
we were outside of Marshall Missouri heading to Terra Haute for a race. Well
Tommy hadn’t had coffee at that point and drove a hundred miles out of the way
just to get it. When you’re racing on the outlaw tour, you don’t have time to
drive a hundred miles out of the way. When we pulled into the pits as time
trials were going on, I think he learned his lesson on that one. It still
didn’t stop him from seeking out coffee every morning, but he did invest in
instant coffee at that point.

I noticed
how methodical he was about concocting his coffee too. It was his master piece.

One packet
of sugar, stir and taste. One container of creamer, stir and taste. Another
packet of sugar, stir and taste.

I wanted
to dump a rogue packet of
Splenda
in there just to
see if his head would explode.

When he
finished his odd assembly, he stuffed a few more packets of sugar in his
pockets before walking toward me.

“Has
anyone ever told you that you’re strange?”

“Yes
actually. All the time,” Tommy laughed sitting down beside me on the couch.
“Your parents used to tell me that.”

“It
explains a lot.”

Casten
walked down the hall pulling a shirt over his lean shoulders. “Everything’s all
set.” I didn’t like the way he said “all set” and if you knew my brother you
understood.

“Hey Tommy
...
are you coming tonight?”

“Where?”
Tommy
quirked an eyebrow as the conversation seemed to pique his interest.

“Axel’s
bachelor party in Jacksonville,” Casten replied.

“Why are
you going all the way to Jacksonville?”

“The girls
are here
.” Casten gave us a look. “W
e need to
be somewhere else.”

What man,
like Tommy, who had never been married and had slept with more women throughout
his life than the combined total of playmates housed over the years at the
playboy mansion wouldn’t want to party all night?

“I’m in!”
Tommy announced confirming my theory.

“Great.”
Tommy and Casten together wasn’t my idea of fun. The last time they were together
dad had to bail his fourteen-year-old son and Tommy out of jail.

What was
worse was when Tommy, Willie, Casten and Cole got together. Cole was a little
delinquent and Tommy had gotten all of them in so much trouble in Knoxville
earlier in the year we were asked not to come back with them.