They all pitted with forty-two laps to go. It went smoothly and Donny took up position on his tail again, but Gray knew the end of this race was going to be anything but easy. Racers always tended to lay back until the end, and soon enough they’d be jockeying for position and making a push on the outside to charge up front.
He was ready. He and Donny had a strategy. They were going to make the same push to get out front and sail through the finish line.
A wreck with twenty laps to go put him on the inside lane, right behind the leader, with Donny on the outside lane above him.
It was go time, twelve laps left, now or never. He knew what needed to be done, so when the pace car pulled off and the checkered flag waved, he pushed the number forty-seven, who had a fast car all day. Donny jumped down behind him and as soon as they cleared the car on the outer lane, Gray pulled up, Donny right with him.
They sailed past the forty-seven, momentum carrying them. The forty-seven, without his drafting partner, was left in the back. Gray and Donny shot forward and took the bottom lane, picking up speed. He knew Donny was going to start heating up, but there were seven laps to go now, and no holding back. He just had to hope their engines would keep going, because without Donny pushing him, he was screwed.
His heart pounded as they held the lead. McClusky pulled to the outside lane, his teammate Darren Lavelle pushing him, but the outside lane was tougher, and Gray and Donny were still holding the lead with three laps to go.
“Come on, baby,” he said, tightening his grip on the wheel as they rounded the curve to take the white flag.
One lap to go.
Adrenaline pumping, he hoped to God Donny didn’t do something stupid like try to pass him for the win. His time would come later, and he wasn’t in the points race. His job today was to push Gray to a win.
As Gray took the checkered flag, he yelled out and pumped his fist, then downshifted, giving Donny a big f**king thumbs-up. He thanked his crew on the radio, then did the burnout of all burnouts for the screaming fans.
Damn, that was a good race. And it put him in solid position in the points.
In the winner’s circle, he climbed out and sprayed soda all over his crew. Donny came up and gave him a big hug. When he pulled back, he slapped Donny on the back.
“You did a damn fine job out there today, kid.”
Donny grinned. “Second-place finish is all right by me, boss. I’ll take it.”
“We’ll get you in the winner’s circle yet. Really aggressive driving. I’m so proud of you.”
After that it was interviews and photos with the sponsors. Today, Gray didn’t care.
He coveted this win and his team needed it badly. Now they were virtually a lock to make the finals, so he handled every interview, and at the end of the day, headed back to his house on the beach.
This morning he’d given Evelyn a key to his house so she wouldn’t have to wait to go back to her hotel. She was already there, and had grabbed them some food. She was wearing a sinfully sexy sundress, her feet bare as she lounged on his sofa, her laptop in her lap.
She put it aside when he walked in and threw her arms around him, planting a seriously hot kiss on his lips.
Now this was much better than coming home to an empty house. He wound his arms around her and tugged her even closer, then carried her upstairs to his bedroom.
He needed her touch, craved her sweet scent, and since he’d been nonstop busy since they’d returned to the racetrack, they’d had no time together, because she’d been scarce, too, catching up on her own work.
He laid her on the bed and climbed on, laying his hand on her breast. She moaned against his lips and rubbed his already hard cock.
He liked that no words needed to be spoken between them, that she needed him as much as he needed her.
He drew the straps down on her sexy little dress and bared her br**sts. “I could use a shower, and I likely smell like sweat and gasoline. I know I need a shave,” he said as he finally pulled his lips from hers.
She dragged the palm of her hand across the scruff on his face. “Don’t you dare leave what we’ve started here. You smell good and I like this stuff on your face. Now make love to me before I die.”
With a low growl, he bent and took a nipple between his lips, sucking it deeply into his mouth. Evelyn’s low moan of approval made his dick twitch. He rocked against her hip as he cupped her breast and fed more of it into his mouth. When he rubbed his face over her tender flesh, she whimpered.
“God, I really do like that scratchy beard. I wonder what it would feel like between my legs.”
Now that was an invitation if he ever heard one. He stood and dragged her legs over the edge of the bed, then lifted her dress to reveal pink silk panties, barely held together by thin straps at her hips.
He carefully grasped those flimsy strips and dragged her underwear down her hips and legs, parting her legs to kiss her inner thighs.
“Please, Gray.”
He murmured against her inner thigh. “Please what, baby?”
He could feel her entire body shudder. “Please lick my pu**y and make me come.”
“I like it when you beg.” He snaked his tongue out and slid it across her sex, rewarded with her primal moan that drove him crazy. He cupped her butt and raised her hips, then put his mouth on her and laid his tongue over her clit.
She lifted her head and met his gaze. “You’re going to make me come. Fast. It’s been too long.”
He rocked his tongue back and forth over her clit, then slid it inside her.
“Gray. Yes. Do that again.”
He did as she asked.
“Faster. Go back and forth like that faster. Oh my God, that feels so good.”
He did exactly as she wanted, watching her expression as her mouth opened and her breaths came in short bursts. She gripped the covers, arched her hips toward him, and let out a wail as she came, shoving her pu**y in his face as if to tell him she wanted a lot more of what he was giving her.
Oh, man, he liked making her come, loved the way she trembled as she let go. He loved her taste, the way she gave him everything when she climaxed.
He grabbed a condom and unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and sheathed himself. He pulled her butt to the edge of the bed and sank into Evelyn while she was still throbbing from her release.
She raised up and grabbed his arms, pulling herself onto his cock, burying him deeper in her.
“Fuck.” He held on to her as she impaled herself on his aching dick. He leaned over and covered her body, then lifted and thrust again, pressing against her tender flesh.