Black Flag (Racing on the Edge) by Shey Stahl Read Free Book Online

I took the camshaft between my lips, swirling my tongue
around.
    “ Fuuuccckkkk ,”
he breathed, raising his knees so his feet rested flat on the mattress, pushing
up into my mouth.
    I licked, sucked,
swirled, and bobbed until his hand fumbled at his side and tugged on my hair.
    “Sway,” he moaned in a
throaty sexy voice, twitching slightly. “In you ... now ... please. I need to be in you.”
    Sitting up on his bed,
I pulled my shirt over my head tossing it on the floor. I was about to leave my
bra on with how sore the funbags were but when I glanced down at him, I could
tell by the look on his face he was disappointed they weren’t coming out to
play, so off came the bra.
    He watched intently as I
leaned forward, running my hand along his right arm, being careful to avoid his
left side.
    Jameson reached forward
and touched the enormous funbags with his fingertips. Inching forward I
carefully threw one leg over his hips. Settling my knees on either side of him,
I sat up, trying not to put pressure on his ribs, chest, left arm, or his
collarbone. He, literally, was a fucking mess.
    I looked over him once
more. His arm was in a cast, and that arm was in a sling from the broken
collarbone. He may have been a complete fucking mess but he was also incredibly
hot with his hair all messy, his eyes pleading, body straining. This was going
to be difficult.
    “Are you sure?” I
whispered one last time before I positioned for align boring. “You’re really
banged up.”
    “Yes,” he hissed
between his teeth, as his right hand rubbed my thigh. Attempting to get closer,
his upper body pressed toward me but winced in pain. “Jesus, Sway. Please ... I begging you, just please fuck me .”
    How could any woman in
their right mind resist that?
    Slowly lowering my
hips, Jameson arched his back, unable to control the pleasure, gasping and
shaking. I froze and his hand tugged at my upper thigh.
    “No, no, don’t stop. Please ... it’s okay.” He gritted, his
head thrown back, muscles and tendons in his neck tensed and straining. “ Don’t stop ... Keep
going. Fuck, please keep going.”
    His grunts, groans and
downright cries of pleasure convinced me I wasn’t doing irreparable harm by
indulging his need as he came hard with a forlorn, guttural sob, shuddering and
shaking beneath me.
    Hot
damn.
    “I’m sorry,” he
whispered. I pressed a soft chaste kiss to his lips.
    I shook my head and
kissed him again. He must not have realized how incredibly fucking hot it was
to watch him cry out like that as I pushed him to an orgasm that shook his
body.
    “No, don’t worry.” I
gasped. “That was all for you. Incredibly hot ... but all for you. Better?”
    He nodded slowly,
gazing into my eyes before sighing and carefully lifting his arm to snuggle me
closer to his side. “I couldn’t be better.”
     
    Sway Bar – Jameson
     
    “What kind of case do
we even have against him besides what NASCAR will fine him?” My dad asked
Phillip, our attorney.
    “Not much of one but
we’ll see.” Phillip admitted. “I need to get with one my associates and see
what kind of case we can bring against him. I filed a restraining and we’re
going for reckless endangerment.” I took in a deep breath as Phillip continued
his speech. “The problem we run into is that, in the past, courts have
determined when you play a sport or get behind the wheel of a race car, you
assume a certain risks, inherent to the sport. There are greater limits on the
liability of whoever caused the injury than under the normal circumstances. For
example, say a driver pissed you off on the freeway. You flip them off and
nudge the back of their car, letting them know you’re pissed. They could
potentially sue you and probably win. But if you were to do that on the race
track, you’re protected.”
    “There’s a big
difference between nudging and what Darrin did.” My dad roughly pointed
out. His hard blue eyes furrowed in frustration.
    “Whether or not