Oh, hell yes. I was getting laid tonight.
Trey and I spent the next two hours dancing, talking, and drinking. Lots and lots of drinking. I wasn’t surprised when we ended back at my apartment and Trey did indeed feel good between my sheets and me.
The moment his tongue dove deep inside of me, I gasped and grabbed his hair. “Forgive me, Sister Elizabeth,” I mumbled as my body trembled.
I’d only let one other guy go down on me, and we dated for six months before he finally talked me into it.
Trey, however, was a one-night stand who I intended on having fun with. A lot of fun. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it the right way.
“Damn baby, I want to bury myself inside you.”
My breathing was erratic as my brown eyes looked into his. “Do it!” I cried out as he ripped the condom open and rolled it on.
For one night I wanted to be naughty. I didn’t want to think about clients, or money, or my worthless father who called again to ask for money. I didn’t want to think how no guy ever made my insides all mushy or the fact that I was incapable of love.
Tonight I wanted to be fucked six ways to Sunday and I wouldn’t feel guilty at all about it like I always did.
Wrapping my legs around Trey, I sucked in his lower lip while he slowly pushed in. “Oh God . . . I want it hard and fast.”
He smiled and pushed in hard, causing me to let out a small yelp. I was going to feel that tomorrow.
“Fast and hard you say?”
Nodding my head, I held on while he gave me exactly what I wanted.
I PUSHED THE DOOR OPEN and smiled when I saw Emmit sitting at the conference table. We’d become a lot closer the last few months and I was somewhat glad things had stopped with Ashley. As much as I loved the thrill of sneaking behind Emmit’s back, I had to admit the guilt was getting to me.
Mr. Elliot had called a drivers’ meeting and requested all three of his drivers be present. Something about an announcement being made before the start of the next season.
Walking up to my biggest rival and newly-made friend, I held my hand out. Emmit stood and shook it. “Malcolm, how’s your break been?”
With a grin, I replied, “Good. Been doing a bit of traveling, working on the ranch. Shit like that. How about you? How is the domesticated life treating you?”
Emmit’s face lit up and for a brief moment, my chest tightened. Once upon a time I dreamed of a life like Emmit’s. A very long time ago.
“It’s good.”
“By the smile on your face, I’d say it’s more than good.”
Emmit let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, it’s amazing. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
There went that tightness again. Turning my attention away from Emmit, I gave Doug a firm handshake. “Doug, enjoying your time off?”
“Yes, I am.”
Mr. Elliot walked in with three suits following behind him. That was never a good sign.
“Gentlemen, thank you for joining me.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw all three of our crew chiefs coming in and sitting down.
Mr. Elliot cleared his throat as he looked around the room. “I want to thank everyone for coming in for this meeting. It’s hard to believe the season starts up in two months, but I wanted to bring everyone in before the holidays and before we made a public announcement.”
I discretely took a look at both Emmit and Doug. Emmit didn’t seem the least bit phased by this meeting, whereas Doug looked how I felt.
“After much debate and talking to his crew chief, myself and his family, Emmit has decided he is going to be stepping down as one of Elliot Racing’s drivers.”
My stomach dropped as I snapped my head over to Emmit. “Are you kidding me?” I busted out as Emmit turned my way. “Why? Emmit, you’re at the top of your game. You just won the championship. You’re not even old for fuck’s sake!”
Laughter filled the room as Emmit smiled as he replied, “All the more reason to leave now.”
I dropped back in my seat as I sat there in a state of shock and barely heard anything else Mr. Elliot had said. Something about a new driver being brought up from the Xfinity Series.
Before I knew it, the meeting was over and the suits were all shaking Emmit’s hand and wishing him well. Once the room was cleared, it was just the two of us.
“Help me to understand this, Emmit. You’re walking away from your dream career. For as long as I’ve known you, this has been the life you wanted.”
His eyes turned soft as he walked up to me. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a picture and handed it to me. It was a picture of his son, Landon, and his wife, Adaline.