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She heard a noise outside and moved the small curtain to the side so she could watch as a happily drunk couple toddled between the parked campers and buses. With their arms around one another for support, they stopped where they were and immediately began kissing one another.
Princess pursed her lips and studied them as their bodies began to grind. Heavy petting turned into full-fledged groping, and within a matter of seconds, the woman’s head was pressed against the shell of the camper and the man was unzipped, the outline of his cock barely visible under the streetlight.
The woman placed her hand at the man’s nape. He hoisted her into his arms, locked her legs around his back, and then jerked. He apparently penetrated her then, because their bodies began to move in tandem and the soft cries of exquisite pleasure rang out in the campground.
They finished a few seconds later. She ran her fingers through his hair, drew him to her and gave him what appeared to be a truly passionate kiss. He released her, zipped up, and backed away while she readjusted her short skirt and top. Then, they went their separate ways.
Princess fell against the bed. That was precisely why she didn’t go from town to town, hopping in bed with one man after the other.
Chapter Ten
Princess stood next to her car the next day, thinking men instead of racing. The years had softened Brant. He wasn’t the hard-ass he’d been when she’d first met him, and she wondered if he had a woman in his life.
She gulped at the thought and refused to go there. She’d always wanted Brant and Colt to be happy. Right?
Sure she had, but back then, when she thought of them, she’d thought of them fucking each other rather than a woman. She could’ve dealt with that.
She wiped the sweat off her brow as the anthem played. The damn suit was so freaking hot, she’d never make it to the finish line without grumbling about the heat. Five hundred laps rarely passed in a blink of an eye.
The singer hit the high notes and the fighter jets flew overhead. Thousands of fans oohed and ahhed.
Princess shielded her eyes and looked into the stands. She wondered where they were. Could they see her now? Why hadn’t she invited them to the infield?
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sp; A prayer was said and drivers entered their cars, kissing their loved ones good-bye on the chance this was the final time they saw them. Princess stood there. Her mind was someplace else. It definitely wasn’t on the fastest half mile in racing.
Colt still had that outgoing personality, but something had changed him. He had tortured eyes. His dark gaze had seen hard times. But age had been kind, with the exception of his salt-and-pepper hair, which she thought made him look sexier anyway. He was still as handsome as he’d been the last day she’d spent with him.
In spite of refusing to revisit the past, her mind’s eye took her there. The social workers had pulled up in a black car and told her to get her things. They’d literally yanked her arms away from Colt’s neck as she’d clung to him.
Once in the car, she’d hopped out, afraid she’d never have the opportunity to hug them again. She’d hurried into Brant’s arms and noticed a tear in his eye. That tear was her undoing.
“Princess, are you with us?” Marty, her crew chief, snapped in her ear. “Princess! Is everything okay?”
She stared down pit road and realized then she was the only driver standing beside their car. She strapped on her helmet and slid inside the cage, taking the time to fasten her belt and prepare for the start.
“Princess! Come in! You doin’ all right out there, doll?” Marty asked. Her crew chief had high hopes. He wanted her to bring home the win, but if Princess didn’t get her head screwed on straight, she’d end up in the wall.
Her teammate Larry Burkenton was in her ear, too, “Princess, I need some help out there. You’re a lightweight, but I don’t wanna carry your little ass to the finish.”
She blinked at that and shook off the fantasies. “The day you carry me across the finish line will be the day you bury me!”
“Don’t tempt fate, sugar,” Larry shot back. “We’re not exactly getting ready for a game of golf here today.”
“Damn,” she said. “And here I thought I’d get to play with some balls.”
“Shit!” Marty screamed. “Princess! Watch it out there today. You never know who is listening, and I really don’t want to spend the next forty-eight hours listening to playbacks of your foul language on every sports show in America.”
“Me either,” she said. “In fact, I’ve gotta a few men to impress. I don’t want them hearing me talk like a tramp.”
“You gotta be one to earn the title,” Larry said.
“I’ll let you know when my legs are open for visitors, Larry,” she said, smiling as she gripped the wheel. “I know you’ll be first in line.” She gunned her engine then, and deliberately shut out the verbal retaliation. She liked Larry, but at times, their banter got out of hand. They’d wheeled into pit road several times, mad as the daylights at one another.
Her mind began to travel again. She thought of all the things she’d forgotten to ask Brant and Colt. She really wished she’d asked if they were seeing anyone. She really wished she’d kissed them. Or better still, invited them back for a drink.
“I wonder if it’s okay for a woman to invite a man back to her camper for a nightcap at eight o’clock in the evening?” she asked, thinking aloud.
