by Jen Andrews
My dad and brothers built the Chevelle for me, and I actually raced it a couple of times, but it was no match for the Camaro. We made our way down the steps of the bleachers and walked to the pits to wait for Andy to make it back to his car trailer.
About ten minutes later, he pulled his car up to where we were waiting and shut it off. He hopped out and walked over to where we were standing. Andy and Noah talked about how the car handled for a few minutes, while Jess and I waited.
When Noah and Andy finished their discussion, he held his hand out to me. “Come here.”
He wrapped his arms around me, picked me up off the ground, and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. “Are you still feeling good?” he asked. “I’m glad to see you out of the apartment finally, even though you lost too much weight.”
I nodded, wrapped my arms around his neck, and planted a kiss on his lips. “Nice job,” I said, a little more smugly than I probably should have. “Four car lengths, that was pretty impressive.” I was damn proud of my man.
Andy chuckled and shook his head. “I wasn’t gonna let that idiot beat me in front of my girl,” he joked as he put me down.
“Are you going to go again?”
“Yeah, I want to check under the hood first then I’ll head back out to the staging lanes.”
He popped the hood and lifted it up to check something in the engine compartment. Noah stuck his head under the hood too, and they started checking belts and hoses and who knew what else. I was more interested in the view.
“Would you look at that, Jess?” I joked, watching my gorgeous man’s ass as he bent over the fender of his car. “Sheer perfection.”
She started giggling. “Yes, they’re both quite the vision with the way they’re bent over the car, aren’t they? Zoey, how does a man get a butt like that anyway?”
I shrugged my shoulders because I had no clue. All I knew was Andy’s ass was amazing to look at both in and out of clothing. They looked over their shoulders when Jess and I busted up laughing.
“What’s so funny, babe?” Noah asked over his shoulder.
Jess grinned. “Oh, nothing, baby. You’re both the butt of a private joke, that’s all.”
It went right over Noah’s head, but the expression on Andy’s face told me he knew what Jess meant. A smug grin spread across his face before he turned back around and bent over his car again.
Thank you, Jesus, for an ass that nice.
A few minutes later, Andy put the hood down on his Camaro and went inside his car trailer. He came back out with a second helmet. He held it up and shook it in his hand. “Zoey, you want to ride with me this time?”
I hadn’t been down the track in ages. I squealed because I was so excited. I think I may have even jumped up and down a couple times in anticipation. He smiled, shaking his head at me, then handed me the helmet.
“Should I take your excitement as a yes?”
“No, you should take it as a fuck yes!”
Andy chuckled as I ran around to the passenger side of the car and hopped in while he sat in the driver’s seat. Instinctively, I reached over my shoulder to grab the seatbelt, when I realized he had racing seats in the car and a five-point racing seatbelt.
I immediately started laughing. I was wearing a skirt. A very short skirt at that.
“Um, Andy?” I said as I pulled the seatbelt up where it was supposed to go.
“Ah, fuck me,” he said after he looked down and realized my predicament. He ran his fingers through his hair as he stared down at my lap.
One of the seatbelt straps was bolted to the floor under the edge of the seat, which meant it had to come up between my legs to buckle over my stomach. I giggled as I pulled my skirt up a few inches and started to buckle myself in.
“Wait, it’s not quite high enough. You should raise it a little bit more. Make sure you can get your seatbelt nice and tight. Wouldn’t want it too loose, now would we?” he questioned as he stared hungrily at my bare legs, then up my body to look me in the eyes.
I smirked and pulled it up as high as I could, then buckled myself in. “Better?” I asked.
“Yes.” He reached down and adjusted himself in his pants.
“Can I help you with that?” I smiled as I playfully batted my eyelashes at him.
He started up the car, pushed in the clutch, and put it in first gear. “You definitely can later.”
He drove over to the staging lanes and parked while we waited our turn. “So, Andy, wanna make out while we wait?” I teased. “I’m kind of pinned in over here. You can do whatever you want to me.”
He looked over at me and shook his head. “I’m about ready to take you back to my car trailer right now, Zoey,” he said seriously. “It feels like I haven’t touched you in a month.”
Now there’s an idea. “Promise?” I asked.
The two cars in front of us started their engines and pulled forward. “We’re up next!” I said excitedly.
He looked over at me curiously. “Are you really that happy to be doing this?”
“Hell yes, I’m excited. It’s been forever since I’ve even been at the raceway, and even longer since I’ve actually been down the racetrack.”
A surprised expression washed over his face. “You’ve been in an actual drag race?”
I nodded. “I raced the Chevelle before. It’s how I knew your car would beat it. The boys and my dad built it for me to race. It’s pretty basic, but it was enough for me to drive.”
The two cars in front of us raced their way down the track.
“You never cease to amaze me, Zoey.”
I laughed. “Hey, you’re lucky I’m not begging to drive your car.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe I’ll let you next time,” he said as he put on his seatbelt and helmet.
“You’d really let me drive your car? In a race?” I pulled on my helmet and turned to him. I was shocked.
Andy started the car back up, shifted into first gear, and pulled forward into the burnout box. He just smiled and didn’t answer me. After he did a nice, smoky burnout, he pulled the Camaro up to the line. While he messed with buttons and toggle switches, I looked over at the car next to us. Luckily, it wasn’t Rob again.
My adrenaline started pumping when the pre-stage light came on and Andy revved the car up, getting ready to go. I felt the car shift slightly from the torque, and rev up higher as the lights on the light tree quickly counted down to green.
My body vibrated with excitement, fear, and honestly, there was a whole lot of lust mixed in as I looked over at my man in the driver’s seat.
The second the light turned green, Andy slammed on the gas and released the clutch. The front of the car raised up as the tires came up off the ground again, and like a rocket, he launched us down the track. I squealed with excitement as the G-force pushed my body back against the seat. It was exhilarating and I could not stop smiling.
I watched Andy as he smashed the clutch and gas pedals as he shifted through the gears. And as quick as it started, it was over. I checked the reader board; he gained some time and speed with the second pass leaving the other racecar in the dust.
The car turned down the return road and we took our helmets off. “That was so fucking awesome!” I yelled over the noise of the motor and exhaust system.
He looked over at me with a sexy grin on his face. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You ready to go home now?”
Watching him race, pounding pedals and shifting gears, turned me on. He was in his element at the track, and seeing him race like that had me wanting him right there. I nodded and squeezed his thigh. I was ready to take him to bed, and the way he was looking at me, I was pretty sure he was thinking the same thing I was.
We made our way back to the car trailer, where Jess and Noah were waiting for us. I quickly unbuckled myself and pulled my skirt back down to a decent length, then hopped out of the car.
Noah helped Andy load the car in the trailer, while Jess and I waited.
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��I’m so excited for my bachelorette party this weekend, Zoey,” Jess squealed. I think it finally hit her that she was getting married in less than two weeks.
“I can’t believe it’s already June,” I said in disbelief. “Let me know if you need me to help with anything else, alright?”
The months that had passed since Andy and I came back from Cabo were amazing and perfect. Time was flying by since then, and every day was definitely getting better for us.
Jess smiled up at me sweetly. “I’d love it if you would sing at the wedding, Z. Anything you want.”
Not taking the bait, I simply smiled back at her. Little did she know I had a big surprise for her and Noah. I finally convinced Andy to sing a song with me at their wedding.
After saying our goodbyes, we went home. Andy pulled through the gate at the shop and backed the trailer into the space next to the fence. I jumped out and unhooked the trailer for him so he could park his truck.
After seeing me change the tires on my car after Rob slashed them months ago, he thought it was hot when I helped with things like that. I opened the side door of the trailer, then flipped the light on inside to get the small ice chest and a few other items we had packed for our night at the drag races.
When I turned around, Andy was standing in the doorway of the trailer. He had that look on his face. Oh my. He stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind him.
“Do you know how fucking hot you looked with your skirt hiked up around your hips, strapped down in my car?” he asked as he stalked over to me.
Andy backed me up against the front of his car. I was so ready for whatever he planned on doing to me. I wrapped my arms around him as he ran his hands down the back of my thighs to lift me up onto the hood of the Camaro. He kissed me fiercely, his tongue darting into my mouth, licking and tasting.
He broke our kiss just long enough to pull my shirt off over my head. Swiftly, he unsnapped my bra and pulled it off, tossing it onto the hood of the car.
I pushed his shirt up and he pulled it the rest of the way off for me as I undid the button and zipper of his pants. I pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips to free his cock. He backed up long enough to reach up under my skirt to pull my panties off. I kicked off my sandals to put my feet on the front bumper for balance. He pushed my skirt up my hips then lifted me up and forward so my ass was at the edge of the hood.
He kissed me again before he pushed me backward so I was lying on the hood. He knelt down in front of the car, gently pushing my legs apart. Holy fuck…I am gonna enjoy the hell outta this.
As soon as my legs were far enough apart, his mouth was on me. His tongue probed inside me, then moved up to tease my clit. He groaned as he sucked my sensitive clit into his mouth and then licked his way back to my center. He slid one finger in at first, sliding in and out, before slipping a second finger inside me.
It felt like I was sliding off the car a little, so I reached up over my head and grabbed the cowl of the hood to hang on to.
He pulled away and stood back up. “Fuck, Zoey, I’d love a picture of you like this. You look so fucking beautiful up there.”
“When we’re done, I’ll let you take one.”
He groaned as he pushed his hard cock inside of me. I gasped as I lay on the hood. His hands gripped my hips as he plunged into me hard and fast. My body was burning hot, ready to ignite. I began to tighten around him as he slowed his movements. He was still thrusting hard, but slow, and I felt the car rocking on its tires from the motion of us on the hood.
His hips swiveled and he ground himself against me, sending me pummeling over the edge. My body clenched and unclenched around his cock as he ground his hips again. He thrust hard once more before he shuddered his own release.
Andy collapsed over me to rest his elbows on the hood, his forehead on my chest as he emptied himself inside me. I grazed my fingers down his back and his body twitched, oversensitive.
“Ahh…fuck, I love you,” he groaned, grinding his hips against me one last time.
Giggling at his words, I wrapped my arms around his neck and we lay there, panting and sweaty. Finally, he stood back up, pulling me with him.
“If I’d known how much fucking me on your car would turn you on, I would’ve suggested it a long time ago,” I whispered in his ear. “Where do you want me for the picture?”
“You’re really going to let me take one?” he asked in disbelief.
I chuckled, because I think it shocked him so much that I was letting him take a naked picture of me on his car, he hadn’t even realized what I said about fucking me on it.
“Only if I can take one of you too.” I lay back and slipped my skirt off over my hips, letting it drop to the floor. “Where do you want me?”
“Right where you are. Just spin around and put your feet up on the glass,” he instructed as he pulled his cell phone out.
He posed me on the hood the way he wanted, helping me position my arms and legs in such a way that my breasts and other private parts were covered.
After he snapped a few pictures he was happy with, he showed them to me.
“I can’t believe that’s me,” I said, in awe of the photos.
He took the photos from an angle so the front end of the car was in the picture, with me lying on the hood, my hair spilling over the edge, looking like I was just thoroughly fucked. Which I had been.
It was his turn for me to take a picture of him. He was wearing my favorite jeans, so I asked him to lean against the front of his car facing me, with his hands on the hood next to his hips. His jeans were unbuttoned, his chest bare, and his tattoos on full display.
All he needed to do was stand there. Andy had a gorgeous, sexy, just fucked look on his face too. I snapped one picture. I didn’t need another.
Even though we were still living in separate apartments, we slept together every night, at either my place or his. We tried to stay at our own places separately on occasion, but one of us would always give in and crawl in the other’s bed during the night.
Simple fact was, we slept better when we were together. I actually slept, which was nice. Besides, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I’d never had so much sex in my life and I loved every second of it. He never once made me feel neglected or unloved. Everything was perfect between us.
We had two more days of work, and if they were anything like the last few days, we were going to be busy. It was almost summertime and everyone seemed to be working on their cars. I was working mostly at the store because we were so busy, plus it was time to do inventory.
I would be working after hours doing inventory that night and the next night. Saturday was Jess’s bachelorette party, where the bridal party would be going out dancing. It was going to be a long week.
By Friday night, I was dead tired, felt like shit, and praying I was not getting sick again, especially so close to Jess and Noah’s wedding. When I came down with the flu in May, it completely zapped everything out of me. I had been so sick I lost all the weight I gained while I was in Cabo.
Inventory was not going well at all. I should have done it much sooner. The order I needed to place was huge and the store was a mess.
Andy volunteered to help me, but I turned him down because it was easier for me to concentrate and stay organized if I did it by myself. I finally finished at around two a.m. and made my way up the stairs to my apartment. I figured he would be there asleep, but he wasn’t.
All I wanted to do was crash, so I did. By myself.
Horrible dreams interrupted my sleep the entire night. Dreams of my birth mom, watching her get high right in front of me, watching her take disgusting men into her room. I dreamt of the sickening noises they made while I sat crying inside my closet, all the times I had to scrounge around for food, and of being thankful that when I did make it to school, I at least ate a hot meal.
Saturday morning, I woke up late, crying. I was alone and needed Andy, but he wasn’t there. It wasn’t his fault, of course. I should�
��ve just gone to his place to sleep the night before when I realized he stayed home.
I wondered where he was, so I peeked out the window, and across the parking lot to Andy’s apartment. His truck wasn’t in his space, and I had no idea where he would have gone. I found my cell and hit the button on the screen to call Andy, but it remained lifeless. Shit, dead battery. I located my charging cord and plugged in my phone, but it was so dead it wouldn’t even turn on.
Leaving it on my nightstand to charge, I went to my dresser to get some clean clothes, then hurried to the shower. As I walked through my bathroom door, I stubbed my toe on the doorjamb. I hopped around on one foot as tears rolled from my eyes.
“Fuck,” I growled as I sat down on the lid of the toilet to inspect my poor pinky toe. I’d peeled a few layers of skin back and it was bleeding like crazy. Damn, that fucking hurts.
Once the bleeding stopped, I stepped into the shower, immediately turning the jets on to massage my back to try and relax. I sat on the shower seat for what felt like an hour. While I sat, I shaved my legs since I would be wearing a dress when we went out dancing.
Of course, I cut the hell out of myself right behind the knee where it hurt the worst. What else was going to happen? After my shower, I was getting a headache, so I took some ibuprofen. Deciding to take it easy the rest of the day, so I didn’t accidentally kill myself, I pulled on some clean pajamas then decided to watch a movie.
I was craving chocolate chip cookies and considered baking some, but the thought of burning my building down was not appealing to me. I settled for some cold cereal, spilling the milk while pouring it. I was going to make some coffee, but apparently, I was out of creamer.
Fuck my life right now.
My cereal tasted like cardboard, but I ate it anyway. I crawled back in bed under the covers to watch the movie, but it was a big mistake watching a sappy love story. I was bawling my eyes out as the credits rolled at the end. I flipped the television off and closed my eyes to take a nap.
I woke up several hours later, tired, but I had slept without dreaming so that was good. I rechecked my phone and the battery was fully charged. I had a voice mail from Andy and a few texts. I listened to the voice mail; he was wondering if I was okay, since he hadn’t seen or heard from me since work the previous day. The texts were much the same, except the last one asked if I was mad at him. I replied to his text.