Beyond The Checkered Flag by J.D. Wylde Read Free Book Online

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near pressed against her moist, hot center. “Forget about everything outside of
here,” he whispered, desperate enough to play the house and home card.
“Remember what Olivia and Adam found here. And Jane and Brennan had here. And
most of all, remember what we had here – what we can have again if we
just give ourselves a chance.”
    “I’m scared,” her voice was barely more than a whisper.
    “I know you are.” He brushed a finger over her thundering
pulse. “Believe me, I know about being afraid.”
    Her brow furrowed.
    “I do.” His body was healed enough he could physically get
behind the wheel, but his head… well, he didn’t want to think about his head.
Or Toby O’Brian, the young upstart filling in for him. The one getting all the
media attention now that he was yesterday’s news. Bobby Wayne owned his own
team. It wasn’t like he was going to replace himself. But what would he do if
he couldn’t race again? What would he—
    “We were happy here.” Her softly uttered words pulled him
back from the dark abyss of his uncertain future.
    “We were.” The happiest he’d ever been. He shifted until he
settled in behind her on the couch. He pulled her close. Even without the heat
of sex, her body melted into his, the fit perfect. Like two puzzle pieces
joined. And he knew their joining was more than just a sexual attraction, or a winning
chemical combination. It was the joining of two souls, two hearts beating as
one, and he wanted that for the rest of his life.
    Her arm wrapped over his stomach as she settled her head
against his shoulder. Her tumble of hair fell over his arm. Her nose pressed
into his neck, her perfect tea-cup breasts lightly grazed his chest as her
breath feathered against his chin. And his dick laid happy and hard right
between his legs.
    He made no move to slip into her. Instead, he marveled at the
contentment which settled around him just holding her close, having her in his
arms. Having his heart beating steadily against hers.
    “Give us a chance,” he whispered against her temple. “Give me a chance.” And he waited with his heart in his throat the anxious seconds for
her to stay… or walk away. Again.
    She looked up at him with the softest, most beautiful golden eyes
he’d ever seen. Shining as brightly as the flickering flame of a candle. A gentle
smile turning up the corners of her mouth filled him with hope. And—
    “Why can’t I tell you no?” she breathed out against his jaw.
    “Because you’re where you belong?” he told her, but it was
more a question, one he was anxiously waiting for her to reply. His life, his future
happiness depended on what she decided.
    “I am,” she whispered against his neck before she
surrendered, slipping her hand down between his legs, giving him that second
chance. 
    And a whole lot more.

Chapter 8
     
     
    One week turned into two. They talked. They hashed out old
grievances. Made new memories, too. Hand in hand they walked the grounds of the
estate, enraptured by the everlasting beauty of Jane’s garden and the
solemnness of the Harrington family plots. They’d slogged through the mundane
chores of everyday life, passionately soared to new heights of ecstasy at night
in the makeshift bedroom he’d created in the study, and Lauren was happier than
she’d ever been in her life. Neither talked of what their future would bring
and that was okay with Lauren. Now was what mattered.
    And now was pretty damn near perfect.
    The Foster-Forsythe name carried a lot of weight in getting
the house quickly renovated and restored back to its pre-Bimbo Barbie state.
Bobby Wayne’s checkbook and the promise of a big, fat bonus had the crews
working long shifts; and in the two weeks’ time, the front doors were
refinished and the front entry floor restored. The master bedroom had been put near
to rights, as well as most of the main staircase, which was almost finished.
    Although Bobby Wayne had visited the doctor, he’d made