win. He was ready to take charge and show everybody, especially his dad, that he deserved everything he had ever been given. No more would he be used as a pawn between his parents. No more would he be laughed at regarding his skills on the track. He wouldn’t be the laughing stock who got made fun of even though his parents had enough money to give him the equipment he needed to win out on the track. Tonight, he would make all those people pay, and tonight he would show them just how good he could be.
“Get out of here, Kevin. Save that shit for the track. You know you aren’t going to get into his head. Just let it be.” Lee was always the voice of reason. He situated himself between the two young men and grabbed his brother around the shoulders, pulling him away.
“What’s going on here?” a female voice asked as she approached the large group of men.
“Nothing, Clementine. We were just talkin’, right?” Kevin smirked.
Clementine looked him over in disgust. “Looked like a little bit more than talking to me, boys.”
“Aww shit, Clem. You know how he is. He’s just blowing smoke up my ass. Go on over there and tell your Daddy he’s going to win tonight.” Wayne winked at the young woman as she smiled.
“Good luck, maybe I’ll be seein’ you in Victory Lane.” She winked, kissing him on the cheek. She really wished she could kiss him the way she had the night before, but it wouldn’t be appropriate with everyone around. Especially not with her dad in attendance, sitting in the stands.
“What about me? Don’t I get a good luck kiss too?” Kevin asked, leaning down to the smaller woman.
“Nope, what you need is something greater than I could ever give you, Kev. You need some divine intervention tonight. I hope Wayne kicks your ass, and if you so much as disturb the air around him, I myself will make sure you are never able to have children,” she threatened, turning on her heel as she waved goodbye to the men in Wayne’s crew.
“Bye bye, Kevin. Go pray for your divine intervention. I have a race to prepare for.”
By this time, Kevin’s face had turned a dangerous shade of red.
“Save it for the race track. You touch my brother, I touch you. Got that?” Lee threatened. “Come on, boys, we got a race to win.”
*
Wayne went behind a hauler and put on the worn out fire suit he always wore. It was a good luck charm for him, his only superstition. It had been passed down from his grandfather, and while it had seen a lot of action, it had carried them through a whole bunch of bad wrecks.
“Wayne!”
He glanced around as he heard a female voice call his name. Looking around the corner, he saw Clementine gazing from side to side.
“Over here,” he called out, waving his arms for her to see him.
She grinned, jogging over, her long ponytail flopping in the breeze as she ran. She stopped in front of him, the top of her head almost reaching his chin.
“What can I do for you, Clem?”
She pulled him into the shadows of the cars and pressed him against the back part of the hauler. “I wanted to really tell you good luck. I wanted to kiss you before you went out there tonight,” she admitted, a blush covering her cheeks.
“You did kiss me. On the cheek back there with the crew,” he reminded her, wondering what she was getting at.
She stopped him, putting her finger up to his lips. “No, I mean the way I did the other night. I don’t want to send you out there without it. I just want you to have something to think about while you’re out there on the track. I mean I don’t want you distracted, but I just want to give you something to remember me by.”
With that she stretched up, coaxing his lips apart as she carefully pressed herself against him. Her arms snaked around his waist and her hands fisted his fire suit. There was something about the heat of the night, about the feeling she had, that made her want to inhale him into her body and never let him go.
“Wayne, we’re
“Get out of here, Kevin. Save that shit for the track. You know you aren’t going to get into his head. Just let it be.” Lee was always the voice of reason. He situated himself between the two young men and grabbed his brother around the shoulders, pulling him away.
“What’s going on here?” a female voice asked as she approached the large group of men.
“Nothing, Clementine. We were just talkin’, right?” Kevin smirked.
Clementine looked him over in disgust. “Looked like a little bit more than talking to me, boys.”
“Aww shit, Clem. You know how he is. He’s just blowing smoke up my ass. Go on over there and tell your Daddy he’s going to win tonight.” Wayne winked at the young woman as she smiled.
“Good luck, maybe I’ll be seein’ you in Victory Lane.” She winked, kissing him on the cheek. She really wished she could kiss him the way she had the night before, but it wouldn’t be appropriate with everyone around. Especially not with her dad in attendance, sitting in the stands.
“What about me? Don’t I get a good luck kiss too?” Kevin asked, leaning down to the smaller woman.
“Nope, what you need is something greater than I could ever give you, Kev. You need some divine intervention tonight. I hope Wayne kicks your ass, and if you so much as disturb the air around him, I myself will make sure you are never able to have children,” she threatened, turning on her heel as she waved goodbye to the men in Wayne’s crew.
“Bye bye, Kevin. Go pray for your divine intervention. I have a race to prepare for.”
By this time, Kevin’s face had turned a dangerous shade of red.
“Save it for the race track. You touch my brother, I touch you. Got that?” Lee threatened. “Come on, boys, we got a race to win.”
*
Wayne went behind a hauler and put on the worn out fire suit he always wore. It was a good luck charm for him, his only superstition. It had been passed down from his grandfather, and while it had seen a lot of action, it had carried them through a whole bunch of bad wrecks.
“Wayne!”
He glanced around as he heard a female voice call his name. Looking around the corner, he saw Clementine gazing from side to side.
“Over here,” he called out, waving his arms for her to see him.
She grinned, jogging over, her long ponytail flopping in the breeze as she ran. She stopped in front of him, the top of her head almost reaching his chin.
“What can I do for you, Clem?”
She pulled him into the shadows of the cars and pressed him against the back part of the hauler. “I wanted to really tell you good luck. I wanted to kiss you before you went out there tonight,” she admitted, a blush covering her cheeks.
“You did kiss me. On the cheek back there with the crew,” he reminded her, wondering what she was getting at.
She stopped him, putting her finger up to his lips. “No, I mean the way I did the other night. I don’t want to send you out there without it. I just want you to have something to think about while you’re out there on the track. I mean I don’t want you distracted, but I just want to give you something to remember me by.”
With that she stretched up, coaxing his lips apart as she carefully pressed herself against him. Her arms snaked around his waist and her hands fisted his fire suit. There was something about the heat of the night, about the feeling she had, that made her want to inhale him into her body and never let him go.
“Wayne, we’re
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