Acres, Natalie - Pole Position [Country Roads 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Natalie Acres Page A

pits and saw Marty throw his headset. Well, it wouldn’t be racing if he didn’t throw it at least once. And her name wouldn’t be Princess Sterling if she didn’t start or end a race with a fine.
    “You’ll see me today, baby,” David promised. “And you’ll catch the hell you deserve. Paybacks are a whore. They bring it when everyone is watching.”
    “Then bring it, babe. Bring it hard .”
    Marty said, “Princess, what the hell is wrong with you?”
    Time to acknowledge Marty. “Hey, Marty! There’s my man!” she called out, forever the flirt.
    “Where the hell were you when I was trying to get through to you privately a minute ago? I was afraid you’d stroked out in this heat or something.”
    Evidently, Marty would rather hear her bitching about being hot instead of on the radio giving the other drivers a difficult time.
    “I’m right here. Where else would I be?”
    “There for a minute, I was beginning to think we’d lost you. Are you sure you’re all right?”
    “I’m a winner,” she reminded him. “I seem to remember someone telling me to always remember that. Are you doubting me now, Marty?”
    “Not at all, doll,” he said, clearing his throat. “You got this, little woman.”
    “You’re damn straight,” she said, thinking of Brant and Colt. “I’m ready to bring it home for the team.”
    A few seconds later, the Master of Ceremonies said those coveted words, “Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines.”
    The track came alive with the roaring sound of massive horsepower, and a few minutes later, Princess was fighting to keep her pole position. She got up in turn four and was so worried about who was on her ass, she didn’t see old Neil “Cocky” Cochran until he sped by her. She spent the next few minutes running in second place, chasing his sorry ass around the track.
    “Wreck up ahead! Wreck up ahead! Stay low! Stay low!” Marty screamed.
    A caution flag came out and she pulled into the pits, heeding Marty’s advice and coming in for new tires.
    “You’re doing great out there today, baby girl. Hang with us. Hang with us.”
    “How many were in that wreckage back there?” she asked, wondering which contenders were knocked out.
    “Don’t worry about that. Think forward,” Marty said. “And stay alert.”
    “Marty, if I were any more alert—”
    “Keep it clean,” Marty reminded her. “You’ve already been fined out the ass for your profanity on here.”
    She sighed. “I’ll keep it clean,” she promised. “But thinking dirty thoughts about two sexy fellows I know…is that permitted?”
    “Damn it, Princess!” Marcy screamed. “You just enjoy giving the tabloids something to talk about.”
    She smiled. “I love you, Marty. Now, get your head in the right place and help me win this thing.”

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    During the next caution, she discovered she was likely to get slapped with two more fines. She was back on the track following the pace car around when she told Marty, “I’m going to play the sexist card. They’re picking on me because I’m a woman. Men can say whatever the hell they want, but let a woman say ‘fuck’ or ‘screw’ and she’s slapped with a fine.”
    “If that’s true, you just caught two more,” Marty told her.
    “We’ll see,” she said, punching the pedal as soon as the pace car moved his sexy little bumper out of her way. “Here we go, Marty. Think big and beautiful things.” A beat later she added, “Larry, I’m glad you’re my partner today. Cause I know you’re gonna get a hard-on outta this.”
    She sped down the track, hit turn one as fast as she could go and looked in her rearview mirror to find David coming up quickly behind her. He was pissed and she reminded herself of this as she moved down low and tapped her brakes by accident. David spun, a car T-boned him, and three more piled on top.
    “What the fuck was that?” Larry yelled. “Are you trying to get everyone killed?”
    “My foot slipped!” she