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first got inside the limo there was about a foot between us. Every so often, Jameson scooted over to whisper something to me and never moved back.
So now, there we were shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip, left leg-to-right leg and I was in pit lizard heaven.
My left hand was holding my beer and I kept my right hand busy with the outside paper label. God knows what my hands would do if they didn’t have something to occupy them. They probably would have checked out his gearshift and then moved on to figure out size gears he was running.
You sound totally retarded.
Jameson showered before we left and changed into a pair of jeans that matched my skirt and a black button down shirt that he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. Emma dressed him, in case you were wondering how we ended up matching. He was insanely hot and smelled even better with the faint smells of racing fuel and burnt rubber lingering on his skin.
If only they made racing fuel cologne. I laughed at myself thinking back to the commercials they used to do with racing fuel as cologne.
Jameson turned his head towards me, grinning when he heard my chuckle. “Get drunk with me tonight.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea sport.” I objected shaking my head. I crossed my legs and Jameson’s eyes that were once focused on my face slowly moved to my bare thighs.
His eyes met mine again and his intense stare had me blushing in seconds. He didn’t say anything for a long moment just looked at me until Spencer’s laugh interrupted us.
Jameson smirked and licked his lips in a deliberate casual way. His head angled to one side before he brought his hand up to his face and rubbed down the sharp line of his jaw, his eyes holding mine. “I just won the Coca-Cola 600,” his nose scrunched in the cutest way and motioned with two fingers for me to lean closer, so I did. Then he whispered in my ear. “That’s a big deal.” I felt his lips graze my earlobe. “ We need to celebrate.”
“Fine,” I huffed pulling away from him slightly and pretended to pout while he smiled in triumphantly next to me.
I think I let out a noise that was near a squeak but closer to a snort, it just sounded stupid and not at all sexy.
I wasn’t mad he wanted to celebrate by drinking. I needed the liquid courage tonight more than ever. I just didn’t want to appear too eager .
“Can I make one suggestion?” I asked eventually when I could speak again.
“Is it a lewd suggestion?” Jameson raised a questioning eyebrow towards me, a raffish smile plastered across his lips.
“Surprisingly no,” I smiled holding up a finger in front of him. “No tattoos.”
His bottom lip protruded out, the smile threatened again tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Where’s the fun in that, Sway?”
Something seemed different about us. I couldn’t place it but it was there. Instead of taunting, he was teasing. Instead of fighting, he was flirting.
Or maybe it was me starting it and he was doing it back. Regardless, it was messing with my head though and more alcohol was definitely in the cards tonight.
Once we made it to the bar, Spencer was shit faced drunk, Alley was pissed because she was wearing an entire bottle of Jack Daniels down her dress, Emma was trying her hardest to stay away from Aiden and his cowboy hat, and Jameson ... well poor Jameson looked uncomfortable as ever.
It might have had something to do with the fact that I bent over in front of him to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels Spencer spilled on Alley, let’s just say I forgot I was wearing a skirt.
Okay, okay ... I didn’t forget. I knew exactly what I was doing.
This was what I liked to refer to as Pit Lizard 101.
When the limo pulled up to the bar I wasn’t prepared for the swarm of fans that inundated Jameson when we stepped out.
Everyone was yelling his name, screaming for his autograph, and I’ll be honest with you, it was a little overwhelming.
Jameson smiled politely towards the insanity
So now, there we were shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip, left leg-to-right leg and I was in pit lizard heaven.
My left hand was holding my beer and I kept my right hand busy with the outside paper label. God knows what my hands would do if they didn’t have something to occupy them. They probably would have checked out his gearshift and then moved on to figure out size gears he was running.
You sound totally retarded.
Jameson showered before we left and changed into a pair of jeans that matched my skirt and a black button down shirt that he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. Emma dressed him, in case you were wondering how we ended up matching. He was insanely hot and smelled even better with the faint smells of racing fuel and burnt rubber lingering on his skin.
If only they made racing fuel cologne. I laughed at myself thinking back to the commercials they used to do with racing fuel as cologne.
Jameson turned his head towards me, grinning when he heard my chuckle. “Get drunk with me tonight.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea sport.” I objected shaking my head. I crossed my legs and Jameson’s eyes that were once focused on my face slowly moved to my bare thighs.
His eyes met mine again and his intense stare had me blushing in seconds. He didn’t say anything for a long moment just looked at me until Spencer’s laugh interrupted us.
Jameson smirked and licked his lips in a deliberate casual way. His head angled to one side before he brought his hand up to his face and rubbed down the sharp line of his jaw, his eyes holding mine. “I just won the Coca-Cola 600,” his nose scrunched in the cutest way and motioned with two fingers for me to lean closer, so I did. Then he whispered in my ear. “That’s a big deal.” I felt his lips graze my earlobe. “ We need to celebrate.”
“Fine,” I huffed pulling away from him slightly and pretended to pout while he smiled in triumphantly next to me.
I think I let out a noise that was near a squeak but closer to a snort, it just sounded stupid and not at all sexy.
I wasn’t mad he wanted to celebrate by drinking. I needed the liquid courage tonight more than ever. I just didn’t want to appear too eager .
“Can I make one suggestion?” I asked eventually when I could speak again.
“Is it a lewd suggestion?” Jameson raised a questioning eyebrow towards me, a raffish smile plastered across his lips.
“Surprisingly no,” I smiled holding up a finger in front of him. “No tattoos.”
His bottom lip protruded out, the smile threatened again tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Where’s the fun in that, Sway?”
Something seemed different about us. I couldn’t place it but it was there. Instead of taunting, he was teasing. Instead of fighting, he was flirting.
Or maybe it was me starting it and he was doing it back. Regardless, it was messing with my head though and more alcohol was definitely in the cards tonight.
Once we made it to the bar, Spencer was shit faced drunk, Alley was pissed because she was wearing an entire bottle of Jack Daniels down her dress, Emma was trying her hardest to stay away from Aiden and his cowboy hat, and Jameson ... well poor Jameson looked uncomfortable as ever.
It might have had something to do with the fact that I bent over in front of him to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels Spencer spilled on Alley, let’s just say I forgot I was wearing a skirt.
Okay, okay ... I didn’t forget. I knew exactly what I was doing.
This was what I liked to refer to as Pit Lizard 101.
When the limo pulled up to the bar I wasn’t prepared for the swarm of fans that inundated Jameson when we stepped out.
Everyone was yelling his name, screaming for his autograph, and I’ll be honest with you, it was a little overwhelming.
Jameson smiled politely towards the insanity
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