Pace Laps (Racing on the Edge Book 10) by Shey Stahl

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    Wooed? Immediately I thought of Key West when we had sex in an alley. So did my dick.
    “Okay.” I stood before her, my body fully in line with hers. “Let’s do it. Right now. Car's in the garage.”
    “I mean…” And then I realized quickly where this was going and shook my head. “…I mean your Mustang,” she stuttered out, biting down on her lower lip.
    The color drained from my face. No one touched that car. Hell, I only drove it a couple times a year, and it wasn’t even worth it because I spent the entire time making sure nothing touched it. This 1969 Shelby Mustang GT500 was a rare original. I hadn’t touched anything on it, still had almost everything original aside from a custom paint job. I bought it when I was sixteen. A few speeding tickets later, I sold it to my dad, and then once I signed with a NASCAR team, I bought it back from him.
    “Sway… anything but that,” I finally said, feeling my face heat now. I knew she was going to cry.
    “Fine,” she huffed. “Whatever. Just take me out then.” Reaching for her bag, we headed to the garage to my Aston Martin, the car I thought she’d been talking about. Hell, I didn’t even keep the Mustang here at the house because of my irresponsible shithead of a son.
    Once we were in the car and on our way to the restaurant, Sway wouldn’t even look at me. She was pissed, and she was going to make sure I knew it.
    “Look, honey.” I placed my hand on her thigh. “You know I love you, and I would do anything for you, but this is where I have to draw the line.” It was true, I would do anything to make my wife happy, but having sex on the hood of my Mustang was the one thing I just couldn’t do.
    “It’s fine,” she clipped, pushing my hand off her thigh. “I’m just glad to know where I stand with you.”
    The hell? “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    Turning to me, a look of distaste crossed her face. “What I mean is I’m glad I know where I stand. Your love for your car rates higher than your love for me. It’s okay. I understand. I’m only your wife after all. The woman who birthed your three children and all.”
    She was good, I’d give her that, but there was no way I was going to back down on this. Not a fucking chance.
    When we finally pulled into the restaurant, Sway still wouldn’t talk to me and to be honest, it was starting to fucking piss me off.
    Once we were seated and had ordered our food, I decided that two could play at this game.
    “You know, I could say the same to you,” I told her, taking a drink of my beer.
    Sway finally looked up from her phone that she had been using to distract herself from talking to me. “Oh yeah? How do you figure?”
    Leaning forward, I placed my elbows on the table locking my hands together as I stared directly into her eyes. “Well, by the way you’re behaving, you’re basically telling me that having sex on the Mustang is more important to you than my feelings.”
    Sitting back in my chair, never losing eye contact, I felt pretty good about the fact that I had turned this around on her when she just burst out laughing. Fucking laughing.
    “What the hell is so funny?”
    “You. You’re what’s so funny.” Slowly, she took a drink of her own beer raising it to her lips and then setting it softly down on the table before eyeing me carefully. “Seriously, Jameson? You expect me to believe your precious feelings are hurt because I asked you to fuck me on the hood of your precious Mustang. Give me a break. That’s laughable.”
    I didn’t like where this was going.
    “I have feelings, you know. I’m not just some sex machine you can tell to fuck you anywhere you want.” It was a lie and she fucking knew it. Usually, she mentioned the word sex and my pants were coming off. So naturally, my reply made her laugh harder. I had to admit it was a stupid statement, but she was pushing my buttons.
    After like five fucking minutes, Sway finally calmed down and wiped the tears