Her eyes lit up as Tom chuckled.
Five minutes later my jeans were down and she was sucking me off. My hands grabbed her head as I fucked her mouth, trying like hell to forget those green eyes haunting my every thought.
Russ spoke in my ears as I came into my pit box. “Five, four, three, two, one.”
“Four tires and fuel. Make that track bar adjustment, go!” Dalton called out.
“Clear,” Russ said.
“Go. Go. Go,” Dalton said as I took off back onto the track. I was sitting in third place and my car was finally driving right.
“Where is Tom?” I asked.
“Running in tenth,” Russ said.
I spent the next ten laps focusing on one thing. Winning.
“Bumper. Door. Door. Bumper. Clear!”
Passing the number eleven car pushed me into first place with six laps to go. I fucking loved this feeling. The feel of the car flying around the track, the power of controlling it was an adrenaline rush for sure.
“So, if I win . . . we’re jumping, right?” I asked Dalton.
“Drive!” he replied with as I smiled.
Lap traffic was coming up as Russ guided me right along.
“Where is he?” I asked.
Russ came over the headphones. “Dropping back now at three car lengths back.”
“Come on, baby . . . don’t let me down,” I said as I drove the fuck out of my car.
“Three to go.”
My heart was racing as fast as my car as I thought about Paislie. She’d had a VIP pass and I prayed like hell I’d see her in victory lane. I also wanted to find out who the asshole was she was with. For some odd reason, guilt washed over me as I thought about the girl I let give me head before the race.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered, trying to refocus. I had never let this kind of shit in when I raced. Never.
“White flag. One to go, Malcolm. Take it easy around the lap traffic. You’ve got this . . . plenty of room between you and the eleven car.”
“Come on,” I whispered as I held onto the steering wheel and took my last turn.
The moment I saw the checkered flag flying, I let out a holler. “Woo! We did it, boys!”
“Number two!” Dalton yelled out.
Pulling up to the finish line, I took the checkered flag and drove around the track. This feeling was unlike anything. Best damn feeling in the world.
“Coming in,” I said as I brought the car up. Seeing my pit crew caused me to smile even bigger. These guys were like family. Slipping out of everything, I crawled out of the car and stood on the window.
“Yeah!” I shouted out as I got drenched in champagne. After being congratulated by the crew and Dalton, the media jumped in and started with all the interviews. I fucking loved it.
My heart was still pumping hard as we did all the press photos. I felt a slap on my back as I turned to see Mr. Elliot standing there. “Malcolm, I’d like to introduce you to Trey Rogers, he’s a running back for the Dallas Cowboys and a huge fan of NASCAR. He’d love to meet you.”
Ugh. I’d heard about this guy. He had a reputation for wanting drivers to take him out for runs. The guy was known as being a class-ass prick.
With a smile on my face, I turned and followed my boss. I froze in place when we walked up to a small group of VIP’s. Those beautiful emerald eyes were all I could see.
“Paislie,” I said a little too enthusiastically.
Her eyes lit up as she flashed me a huge grin. “Congratulations, Malcolm.”
“Do you two know each other?” the oversized guy standing there asked. Not wanting to pull my eyes off Paislie, I smiled and said, “We’re acquaintances.”
Mr. Elliot cleared his throat and said, “Malcolm, this is Trey Rogers.”
Moving my focus onto Trey, I reached my hand out and shook it.
“Running back for the Cowboys?”
His chest practically puffed out as he said, “That’s right.”
“Man, I like the Cowboys, but I’m more of Texans fan, though,” I said with a laugh and slap on his arm.
The guy looked tense and a little pissed off. I couldn’t decide if it was because my immediate attention was on Paislie, or the fact that I basically just told him his football team sucked.
“Great race, dude. My girl here had her money on you.”
Snapping my eyes back over to Paislie, I couldn’t help but notice the look she gave Trey. Either they weren’t serious enough for him to be claiming her, or she was pissed about something else. I couldn’t help the damn smile that spread over my face.
I bet this girl was pure spit and fire.
“You rooted for me, huh?”
Her gaze turned to me. “I did. It was fun watching you fight for first place.”
With a quick scan of her body, I smirked. “I usually get what I want. One way or another.”
Her lips parted as her eyes drifted to mine. I wondered if her attraction to me was as strong as mine was to her? With the way she was eye fucking me right now I’d say the answer was yes.
Mr. Elliot cleared his throat as he filled in the dead air space. “So, Ms.?”
“Paislie Pruitt,” she replied with a polite smile.