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“Yeah, that he was.” My words are thoughtful as the memory of our argument filters through my mind. I push Trace’s issues to the side because I don’t want to talk about him right now. His attitude dominated enough of my afternoon.
“Shame he rides for that asshole father of his because he’d be a wonderful asset to us.”
“Yeah,” I mutter my agreement and continue eating. Daddy doesn’t push the conversation, thankfully.
“You see the way he pulls up on you like that? He wants to pass you… He means to pass you, but something is holding him back,” my dad notes a few minutes later when we’re finished with our dinner and lounging with the footage playing on my laptop. That was a great practice and I’m thrilled that Benny was here to see me ride like that. But I see exactly what he means. Trace is hesitating. Why? It makes little sense.
“I don’t know. He said I was riding like an imbecile, but it’s clear that was a clean practice. So I don’t know what he means. He’s always had a bone to pick with me and today must be a bad day.” I shrug to seem unaffected when inside, my mind is running through the scenarios. “Who knows?” He grunts, not seeming to give it too much thought.
We move on to watch a few tapes from other racers on the track we’ll be racing. Daddy doesn’t have much to say because, at this point, we know our opponents well. My mind stays on Trace when I should be paying attention.
“So, you know your mom and I have the anniversary of the date we started dating coming up?” he asks when the footage shifts to another racer.
“Twenty-two years,” I say.
“I can’t believe it’s been that long. Feels like just yesterday she was cooking for my dinner party.”
“It really does fly by. I can’t believe we’re graduating already.” A soft laugh spills from his nose, his eyes reminiscent as he nods absently.
“My girls are all grown up.” There’s a sadness there that I choose not to pursue. I’m well aware that Daddy has always harbored guilt over putting his career before us. “I was thinking about cooking her dinner. Mal and Junebug are gonna go somewhere—not sure what they’ve decided. I’m sure you’ll be out with Benny. So I thought I’d let her have the night off from cooking for all of us.”
“That’s sweet, but you know she loves cooking for you.”
“That’s true, but surely she could use a night off.”
“Be real, Daddy. You’re going to cook for a Michelin star chef…?” He grimaces as I break out into giggles.
“You’re right. It’s a terrible idea, isn’t it?” He fidgets as if he suddenly can’t get comfortable and I almost feel bad for him. After two decades of being with someone, I imagine it might be difficult to catch them off guard. Daddy obviously wants to come up with something good.
“It’s not terrible. I think the sentiment is there. But I’m sorry, nothing you make is gonna compare.” He groans. “What if you cook with her?”
“Hmm… I think you’re onto something there, kid. She’d probably love that.”
“She’d go nuts if she could impart some of her wisdom to you. She loves teaching her techniques.”
He gifts me the smile I’ve drawn comfort from many times in my life as he wraps his arm around me, even from his seat at the table. “You know your Ma well, don’t you?”
“I know all of you well. It’s just what I do.”
“That it is. We’ve raised a good one.” He holds me tight to him and I rest my head on his shoulder.
He laughs heartily when I say, “Just don’t tell Juniper I’m your favorite.”
BENNY
“Benny,”Lennox whimpers, her voice muffled by the sound of the water rushing between us.
“Yeah, baby?” I press my chest into her back and she uses her hands against the wall to force her hips back into mine, her body swallowing my cock. We’re shoved into the shower stall in her trailer, water cascading over our bodies.
“Please give it to me harder,” she gasps. Her wish is my command. I slam my cock into her and she screams out, “God, yes! Just like that!”
A while later, after a mind numbing orgasm and cleaning my girl up, we’re settling down on her mattress at the back of her trailer. I pull the cover back to urge her in next to me. She obliges and scoots into my side, snuggling up to me. Literally my favorite time of the day, when I’m laying in bed and have my girl in my arms. Not like we get to do it often with her still living at home or traveling, me in class or work, and just trying to be respectful to her parents in general, but it will always be my favorite.
I’m running my fingers up and down her elegant back, my body thrumming in a post orgasm haze with my girl on my chest when she clears her throat.
“Did you get Trace squared away? What the hell was that all about earlier?” Pausing, I gaze down at my girl’s dark hair. She never asks about Trace. Most days she does well to avoid any talk about him at all. But I also haven’t seen my brother that fired up in a long time. It must have made an impression on her.
I shift in agitation at what he’s going through. No one deserves the shit he’s dealing with, but especially Trace. He’s not the easiest to get along with, but he’s a good guy and has been through enough. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her to throw the race this weekend, but for so many reasons, I don’t. Number one being Trace would kill me. I debate whether I should tell her the truth because Lennox is a nice person and might think of doing it without me asking. But then again, it’s racing, and like Trace, Lennox lives to win.
