Three’s A Crowd

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Summary: Family love only goes so far.

AUTHOR: Liz
EMAIL: liz@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Kevin Harvick, Kelley Earnhardt, Dale Jr POV
COMPLETED: February 16, 2009
WORD COUNT: 2,243
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This came to me after watching Dale Jr. on “Trackside” during the media tour. He mentioned that Kelley and Brad Keselowski were staying on his Dirty Mo’ Acres.
AUTHOR'S NOTE2: Many thanks to Catw00man & Zippit for the great beta ! :)
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She’s been with me through everything, always makin’ sure I was taken care of, always lookin’ out for me.  I mean, I don’t know too many sisters who would willingly follow their little brothers to military school.  Yeah, I love her, I really do.

But I swear, if she and the girls don’t move out soon, I’m moving. 

When she first mentioned to me she was lookin’ for a new place for her and the girls, I didn’t ask any questions.  I mean, I don’t even try to pretend I understand the deal between her and Jimmy.  So I just told her they were welcome to come stay at Dirty Mo’ until she could find a place.

I just didn’t think they’d be here the whole damn off-season. 

Sure, they’re not stayin’ in my house with me, but with every part of the property connected to the one main drag, everyone’s comings and goings ain’t exactly private.  Kelley doesn’t seem to mind, but Jesus, it’s awkward as hell passing by McFarland late at night.  And since I don’t really wanna broadcast my overnight guests, gettin’ Kev over here has proven damn near impossible the past few weeks.  It’s not like Kelley doesn’t know we’re buddies, but that wouldn’t really help to explain his truck in my driveway for three straight days.  “Buddies” usually go home to the wives at some point. 

And to make matters worse, she’s developed this habit of just “dropping by.”  She brings me leftovers, paperwork from the shop, the girls by to look at the animals.  Between her and Keselowski stopping by whenever they damn well please, I haven’t felt like I could chance having him stay over.  And obviously his place is out.  Me and D get along well enough but if she ever caught her husband with his tongue down my throat, I have a feelin’ things might change.  Not that I don’t wanna have Kev splayed across each and every one of the 22,000 square feet of that new house.  But size don’t guarantee privacy so that’ll have to wait. 

Finally though, it seems like things are working in my favor.  Brad had to fly out to meet with sponsor reps for a few days and Kelley left to take the girls up for a spur of the moment long weekend with Momma.  Called him as soon as I realized things were falling into place and he should be here any minute now.  Not sure what he told D to get away for a couple days but at this point, I really don’t care.  As long as she believes whatever line he feeds her, it’s all good in my book.

Slouch further down into the sofa as I watch out the front window, waiting for a glimpse of his truck.  Christ, you’d think Kernersville was on the other side of the state for as long as it’s takin’ him to get here.  Bounce my leg in anticipation and impatience when at last his pickup comes into view.  Spring off the sofa, heading for the entranceway, and I have to force myself not to go out there and physically drag him inside.  Instead I wait until I hear him on the other side of door and I open it right as he’s about to knock.  I’m met with playful green eyes that I haven’t been able to get out of my head.

Cocky smile plays on his lips as he asks, “So did ya miss me, Earnhardt?”

Pull him inside, shut the door, then shove him against it.  Note the amused look on his face and I silence whatever smartass remark I know is on the tip of his tongue by pressing flush against him and kissing him hard.  Tongues battle for supremacy as he runs his hands along my sides and god, it’s been too long.  Grind my hips against his, wantin’ him to feel exactly how much I’ve been missing him.

“That answer you question, Kev?” I murmur softly in his ear.  He moans in response as I place soft wet kisses along the length of his neck and across his jaw line.  Continue marking him and slide one hand between us and rub him hard through his jeans.  Grin when he rocks into my touch ‘cause nothin’ turns me on more than knowing someone wants me as badly as I want them.  And from what I can feel, Kev’s wantin’ me real bad.  Pull back slightly and take in his eyes, dilated emerald with desire.  His breathing is already labored and I know exactly how I want this to start out.

Take his hand and tug him towards the living room ‘cause right now the bedroom’s way too far away.  He seems to feel the same way and he follows after me, no words needed.  Stop when I have him where I want him and pull off his shirt as he kicks out of his shoes and socks.  Throw his shirt off to the side then run my hand down his bare chest and I can’t help myself.  I lean down to tease a nipple, loving the little growlin’ noises he’s making.  Make to move across his chest but he pulls me up his body into a deep kiss. 

His hands are on either side of my face tilting me into the kiss and God, no one’s ever made me feel as wanted as he does.  Move my hands down to work on the button and zipper of his jeans.  Break the kiss only to let him tug my shirt over my head and then shove down his jeans and boxers in one motion.  Step back to look him over and he reaches for me but I have somethin’ else in mind right now. 

Grin and push him back hard and he half stumbles, half falls into the leather wingback chair behind him.  I laugh softly and shake my head at the look of surprise on his face.  But before he can question anything, I drop down to my knees. 

“Figure you deserve somethin’ special for puttin’ up with my crazy family.”  And there’s that cocky smile of his again. 

“Yeah?  Funny, I was thinking the same thing.  Show me what you’ve got, Earnhardt.”  He settles back in the chair as I pull off his jeans completely and toss them behind us in the general direction of the rest of our clothes.  Can’t help the smirk sliding across my face ‘cause oh yeah, he’s definitely wantin’ this as much as I am.  Get comfortable between his legs and take his cock in my hand. Hear his breath catch as I begin to stroke him slowly.  Lean forward and flick my tongue across the head, earning me a low moan.

“God yesss, June…missed you so much.”  I move as if to take him in my mouth but instead just let my hot breath tease his sensitive flesh.  He throws his head back and groans at the sensation and I watch as his nails dig into the arms of the chair.  Finally I relent and close my lips around him.  He arches into my touch, his hand rubbing the back of my neck, subtly urging for more.  Stare up at him as I bob over his hard length and slide my hand up his chest, loving how I can feel his stomach muscles flex and release.  He rocks his hips into my touch and I know what he wants.  And I want to give it to him.

Pull back and part my lips to take him all the way down when movement catches my attention out of the corner of my eye.  No.  Oh no.  It can’t be.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me,” I whisper as I sit back on my heels and watch in disbelief as Kelley’s Tahoe pulls alongside Kev’s truck in the driveway.

Drag my eyes away from the window when I hear him whimper in frustration. 

“June, wha--?”

“It’s Kelley and the girls,” I tell him grimly.  Push to my feet and strighten my jeans as he stares up at me in confusion.  “They’re here Kev, c’mon!”  He finally seems to register what I’m talking about and his eyes widen in surprise.

“You said they would be gone the whole weekend,” he hisses as he scrambles to his feet.

“Dammit, they’re supposed to be!”

Then everything’s a flurry of movement as we search for clothes strewn across the room.  Find my shirt and slide it on.  Toss his jeans over to him and he’s grabbing his shirt from under the coffee table.  Hear a car door slam shut and look over to see Kev in his shirt but jeans still in his hand as he grabs a shoe from in front of the bookcase.

“Jesus Kev, forget the shoes, put your damn pants on.”  Shoeless, I can explain to Kel, pantless, not so much.

He glares at me then scans the floor, grabbing his other shoe by a potted plant.

“I would June, but I’m pretty sure I remember walking into the house with boxers on.”

Stare at him for a second as I realize what he means and then join in looking over the floor.

“Think you’re free ballin’ it now, Kev,” I grin at him, “Hey, you might decide you like it.  Certainly will make some things easier.”  He rolls his eyes as he slides into his jeans, grimacing as he buttons and zips.  Looks like his body didn’t quite get the message that the show’s on hold for the moment.  He forgoes the socks, shoving them under the chair and toes into his shoes right as the doorbell rings.

Hurry to the entranceway right as she enters through the unlocked door.  “Hey Dale, I’m sorry.  The girls forgot the picture they made together for Mom.  Karsyn remembered right as we got on the highway.  If I didn’t turn around, I’d have had to hear about it the whole trip.  Said they left it here in the kitchen.”  She pushes past me into the living room and almost walks into Kev, who looks like a deer in headlights.

“Kevin,” she says, the surprise evident in her voice, “is that your truck out there?  I’m sorry, Dale.  I didn’t mean to interrupt a boys’ night in.”  She continues on to the kitchen and we follow after her, exchanging glances.

“Um, hey Kelley,” he stammers, “no, I just stopped by to uh, check out Junior’s new go-kart.”  Try to keep the grin off my face ‘cause I bet right now go-karting is the last thing on his mind.

Watch him as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.  Kinda fun watching him so off-balance.  Guess suddenly ending up commando in front of your boyfriend’s sister can do that to a guy.

“Oh, right.  You boys and your toys.”  She unclips the girls’ picture from the magnet on the fridge and turns to leave.  “Don’t kill yourselves.”

Kev nods, a nervous smile on his face, “Good to see you Kelley.”

“You too, Kevin.  Tell DeLana I said hello,” She turns, picture in hand, and I follow her to the front door.

“I mean it Dale, I don’t want to have to call Rick and explain any broken bones to him.  Lord knows he doesn’t need another accident-prone driver.  And stay away from knives too for that matter.”

Snort and shake my head at the mention of Jimmie’s latest fuck-up.  He’s definitely helping to prove he really is just “a jackass from El Cajon.” 

“I hear ya, Kel.  We’ll take it easy.”  Guide her through the living room to the front door and try not to make it seem like I’m kickin’ her out.  Hold the door open and look at her expectantly.  She brushes past me on her way out and I exhale softly ‘cause finally it seems like Kev and I will be able to get back to business.

She pauses halfway down the front stairs and turns back to me.

“Oh, and Dale?”

“Yeah, sis?”  I try to keep the aggravation out of my voice.  All I wanna do is hear Kev screamin’ my name and I can’t get my sister outta my damn house.  Unbelievable. 

“I know you’re a bachelor and all, but you might want to at least pick up a little before you have people over.”  Give her a blank look ‘cause what the hell’s she talkin’ about?

“The boxers on the lamp in the living room is a little ‘Animal House,’ Dale.”  I feel the color drain from my face.  My hand tightens on the doorknob and holy crap, how could we have missed that?  She shoots me a look of disapproval and shakes her head, “I’m guessing Kevin doesn’t really care to know what you’ve got going on below the belt, Dale.” 

I hear Kev cough and sputter behind me and I struggle to keep my composure.  Fight to keep from busting out laughing and try to keep a straight face.  Search my mind for some kind of believable explanation, but luckily she doesn’t seem interested in one.  She just throws up her hand in a wave and makes her way back to the girls, picture in hand.  We stand there in the doorway, frozen in place, watching the Tahoe pull out and get smaller and smaller.  And I have a feeling we’re both thinking the same thing.

If she only knew….

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