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Authors: Aimie Grey, Cat Mason, Chelsea Camaron, Laramie Briscoe, Carian Cole, Seraphina Donavan, Bijou Hunter, Stella Hunter, Christina Tomes
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Wayne. Things happen in life that we can’t prevent. God has a plan for everybody; this must be His plan for Kevin. None of us can mess with that,” she tried to comfort him, taking a seat next to him.
“I was the one in the car that was racing with him. Fuck, Clem, I had a feeling all damn day long. I woke up from a nightmare this morning—I knew I shouldn’t have raced.”
She grabbed his hand, running hers along his palm. “What kind of nightmare?”
He took comfort in her slight touch. Tears made his throat clinch. “Back when I first started racing I would have dreams. A lot of times the dreams were prophetic. If I had a dream, whether it be winning or wrecking, I would usually have that happen in the race on Saturday. I had a dream last night of fire and wrecking. I should never have taken to the track tonight. I shoulda known better.”
“Wayne, you couldn’t have known what would happen. Are you scared to get out there again?” she asked quietly.
“I think so,” he whispered, tears streaming down his face.
Grabbing his hand, she pulled him off the truck. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”
*
“What is this place?” Wayne asked as he pulled up next to the river.
He’d followed Clementine’s instructions to a tee and they’d ended up at what looked like boat docks.
“This is where me and my girlfriends come to get a tan. None of the guys know about it, so we don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us sunbathing topless.” She laughed.
His expression changed as she said that to one she’d never seen before. His eyes became more intense, and he slid over on the bench seat until he reached her side.
“You sunbath topless?”
“Of course. I hate tan lines. I thought all girls did,” she explained, running her tongue along her dry lips.
Wayne suppressed a shudder. The two of them had been through a lot, and he knew that sometimes desperate situations brought forth feelings that simmered under the surface. Leaning forward, he kissed her, harder than he ever had before.
“Wayne?” she asked, feeling the intensity behind it.
He grabbed her to him again, pulling her so that she sat on his lap. “Make me forget what a horrible night this has been, Clem. Make me forget about all the mistakes I’ve made. Please? You’re so perfect. Wrap me up in it.”
Clementine heard the desperation in his voice and couldn’t help but answer it. He had been through a lot of emotional anguish and so had she. She knew from a psychology class she’d taken that people often looked for physical comfort after those. Damn her, she wanted it too.
She moaned as he stretched her out on the bench seat of Lee’s old truck. She’d never done anything like this before, only heard her girlfriends whisper about it after long weekends. His mouth captured hers as his hands moved up her T-shirt covered arms. Skillfully, his tongue coaxed hers into a dance that she’d never taken before. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she moaned as he lifted his knee up, rubbing it against her crotch.
“You’re so good and pure and wonderful. You’re nothing like me,” Wayne breathed as he took the shirt off his body and threw it in the floorboard. She had to touch him; he needed it like he needed air in his lungs.
Her hands ran up over his chest and then his shoulders and onto his back, pulling him closer to her body. “Wayne, I’ve never done anything like this before.” She breathed heavily as she broke their kiss.
“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, running his hand down to the hem of her T-shirt.
Without protest, he took it off and then unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. They were full, high, and swollen as he took them in with his eyes. Her nipples tightened as he continued to gaze at them. Smirking down at her, he leaned and took a nipple in his mouth, covering and circling it with his tongue. She felt an answering heat between her legs; something she had never
“I was the one in the car that was racing with him. Fuck, Clem, I had a feeling all damn day long. I woke up from a nightmare this morning—I knew I shouldn’t have raced.”
She grabbed his hand, running hers along his palm. “What kind of nightmare?”
He took comfort in her slight touch. Tears made his throat clinch. “Back when I first started racing I would have dreams. A lot of times the dreams were prophetic. If I had a dream, whether it be winning or wrecking, I would usually have that happen in the race on Saturday. I had a dream last night of fire and wrecking. I should never have taken to the track tonight. I shoulda known better.”
“Wayne, you couldn’t have known what would happen. Are you scared to get out there again?” she asked quietly.
“I think so,” he whispered, tears streaming down his face.
Grabbing his hand, she pulled him off the truck. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”
*
“What is this place?” Wayne asked as he pulled up next to the river.
He’d followed Clementine’s instructions to a tee and they’d ended up at what looked like boat docks.
“This is where me and my girlfriends come to get a tan. None of the guys know about it, so we don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us sunbathing topless.” She laughed.
His expression changed as she said that to one she’d never seen before. His eyes became more intense, and he slid over on the bench seat until he reached her side.
“You sunbath topless?”
“Of course. I hate tan lines. I thought all girls did,” she explained, running her tongue along her dry lips.
Wayne suppressed a shudder. The two of them had been through a lot, and he knew that sometimes desperate situations brought forth feelings that simmered under the surface. Leaning forward, he kissed her, harder than he ever had before.
“Wayne?” she asked, feeling the intensity behind it.
He grabbed her to him again, pulling her so that she sat on his lap. “Make me forget what a horrible night this has been, Clem. Make me forget about all the mistakes I’ve made. Please? You’re so perfect. Wrap me up in it.”
Clementine heard the desperation in his voice and couldn’t help but answer it. He had been through a lot of emotional anguish and so had she. She knew from a psychology class she’d taken that people often looked for physical comfort after those. Damn her, she wanted it too.
She moaned as he stretched her out on the bench seat of Lee’s old truck. She’d never done anything like this before, only heard her girlfriends whisper about it after long weekends. His mouth captured hers as his hands moved up her T-shirt covered arms. Skillfully, his tongue coaxed hers into a dance that she’d never taken before. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she moaned as he lifted his knee up, rubbing it against her crotch.
“You’re so good and pure and wonderful. You’re nothing like me,” Wayne breathed as he took the shirt off his body and threw it in the floorboard. She had to touch him; he needed it like he needed air in his lungs.
Her hands ran up over his chest and then his shoulders and onto his back, pulling him closer to her body. “Wayne, I’ve never done anything like this before.” She breathed heavily as she broke their kiss.
“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, running his hand down to the hem of her T-shirt.
Without protest, he took it off and then unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. They were full, high, and swollen as he took them in with his eyes. Her nipples tightened as he continued to gaze at them. Smirking down at her, he leaned and took a nipple in his mouth, covering and circling it with his tongue. She felt an answering heat between her legs; something she had never
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