Payback for Two

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Summary: Time for a little birthday surprise.

AUTHOR: Catw00man & Zippit
EMAIL: mbn@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES/SETTING: MBN Universe
CHARACTERS: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Kevin Harvick, Josh Snider, Clint Bowyer, alternating POV
COMPLETED: November 22, 2009
WORDS: 14,072
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 - Cat: I can't even say how much fun I had with this one and I'm so glad Mr. Bowyer decided to jump in and join the party. Hope you guys enjoy our babies. :D
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Dirty Mo’ Acres – Mooresville, North Carolina – October 18th, 2005

There’s an ominous sounding crash from inside the house as I settle down into a lounge chair on my back porch. Exchange a look with Josh beside me in his own chair then holler to the DMP members inside, “Ya’ll better not have broken something! ’Cause you’re buying me another one of whatever it is!”

Twist in my seat to watch the sliding door and no guilty party comes forward to accept blame. Either it wasn’t as bad as it sounded or it’s worse than I want to know. Shake my head, take the beer Josh holds out to me, and lean back into the chair. He dragged me out here for some one on one celebrating but I’m more interested in finding out some stuff first, namely what’s going on with him and Martin. He doesn’t seem inclined to break the silence but I am.

“So you really said all that shit to him?” Raise my eyebrows at Josh’s nod because before last weekend I didn’t know there was an issue. Sip at my beer and wait him out. He ain’t one to mince his words when it comes to telling me what he thinks.

“You should stop wasting your time, June. He’s not gonna be what you want in the long run.”

Well that was clear and to the point. I always figured he’d do good in PR ‘cause he can see through all the bullshit. He ain’t one to buy into all that schtick and he’s proven me right these past two years. Though I didn’t expect it turned on me. “What makes you so sure?”

“It’s the way he treats you.”

“He treats me fine. We’re just…taking things slow.” I hadn’t figured on Josh picking up on how Martin’s left me wanting. A relationship doesn’t need to be built on nothing but sex.

“There’s a lot of things he won’t do, ain’t there?”

Look over to see he’s looking right back at me and I’m not sure I want to answer the question he’s asking. Except...I need to get him and Martin on speaking terms again. Give a little, get a little, right? “Take it easy, Josh. It’s his first time. I’m not ruining what we have over that. ‘Sides, we already talked about it. I’m fine, so lay off.”

“I dunno. It seems weird. It’s not your normal, you know? You’re not out having fun with the boys as much as you used to and you’re a hell of a lot more tense.” He shrugs like that should tell me everything I need to know.

The unspoken “since you hooked up with Martin” echoes between us and I don’t get why it’s such an issue. Yeah, I’ve changed being with Martin, but ain’t that what a good relationship’s supposed to do to you? “Look, I took a chance on something. Much like the whole Chance2 team.” I don’t catch his muttered words and it’s probably a good thing. The mood he’s in, I’m surprised he hasn’t told me how he really feels. Don’t get what the problem is. They were getting along fine. Hell, they were both always looking forward to getting to the track to get the weekend started. “Just give it time, Josh. It’ll be fine.”

“Given it plenty.”

“And how long did it take you to take it up the ass?” He flushes when he looks away then chugs some of his beer. He doesn’t care who I sleep with but he’s never been keen on hearing the details. It’s not his thing and I get that. “Yeah, I figured. It ain’t an easy thing to consider. Don’t wanna rush this.”

“I know, I know. I’d be arguing for his side of the argument, ‘member?” He gives me a slight smile ‘cause while we haven’t had exactly this discussion before we’ve danced around the topic.

“So…won’t you apologize and you two can go back to working together? Only a couple more weeks left ‘til the of-”

“Where I’ll be handling everything that has to do with him if he wins and you know he’s gonna win. He wants to do the back to back Championships just like you.” He turns to face me with a resolute look. I know that look. It’s the look he gets every time he’s turned down my offers to have a reality show follow him. Yeah, there’s that humoring smile he always gets too. This ain’t gonna go the way I wanted it to.

“Snooter, what’s the real problem here? You liked him well enough when I first brought him out here.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing, June. He ain’t that guy from Jersey anymore. That Championship’s gone to his head and the reins you got him on don’t work.”

“What reins?” I say, probably too sharply if the look he gives me is any indication. The music pulsing from the inside matches my heart rate and not in a good way. Shoot him a glare ‘cause I know I’m not gonna like whatever comes out of his mouth next.

He meets my glare head on as he says, “That’s what I mean, June. He thinks he can still walk all over you like he’s done before.”

“He doesn’t walk all over me!”

“You sure ‘bout that?” 

“I sure as hell am!” Finish my beer then stalk over to toss it in the trashcan next to the sliding door. Stab a kick into the side of it and hear all the bottles chink together. What the fuck does Josh know about me and Martin to question it?! “No one walks the fuck over me.” I don’t get where all this shit is coming from! He and Martin were buddies up ‘til last week. Things can’t change that quick.

“How long’s it been? He won that first Championship and you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“Shut up. Didn’t mean to.” Josh twists in his seat to nail me with a knowing gaze I can’t meet. Drop my eyes to scowl at the Adidas stripes on my shoes. Sometimes it fucking sucks to have friends who’ll tell you the shit you don’t want to hear.

“Weren’t complaining when you finally got a chance to get him.”

“You damn well know I didn’t make the first move! What the fuck, Josh? What’s this got to do with anything?!” Fucking bastard. Move back over to sit down in the lounge chair again, snagging another beer from the cooler between us. He thinks I’m trading in too damn much for what I’m getting in return. He thinks I settled, but he doesn’t get it. Even knowing how it is, being in it the past two years, he still doesn’t get it.

“Frustrated don’t sit too well on you, June. “ He holds up a hand to stop the words already trying to fight their way off my tongue. “You’re taking it slow, I get it, but this ain’t you.”

“So? I wanted something different. Something….” I don’t say permanent because I know nothing’s permanent. You only luck out on finding what comes closest. Martin could possibly be it if I just wait. I can wait. It’s better to wait than not know at all.

“You can find different without giving up everything else too.”

Shrug at his words ’cause I don’t exactly see how I can. The pit lizards I wouldn’t trust as far as I could throw them and it takes helluva lot of trust to go after a guy without worrying that some tabloid story won’t show up later. So maybe going after the “protégé” while he’s still driving for me isn’t too good an idea but what the fuck am I supposed to do? I think he’s hot and he didn’t say no. So what if he’s not as good in the sack as I’d like? Everything else is exactly what I need, what I’ve been looking for. “You sure about that? From where I’m sitting, I don’t got many options. I have to give up some to get what I want.”

“Whatever you say, June. I just think you’ve got more options than that.” Snort at his words ‘cause where are those other options? I sure don’t see any and as far as I’m concerned he’s plain wrong.

Watch him lean back in his chair and despite all this shit with Martin, I am glad to see Josh and all the boys here early for our usual DMP only pre-party. I don’t get to see enough of them during the year or give them hell as often as I want. Stretch out a leg and kick at his chair. “I don’t think I have near as many options as you do. You know how it is. I can’t trust no one. Can’t you give Martin another chance?”

“No chance, June. It was a good ride but I’m done.” Wait-what?! He’s joking, right? He’s gotta be fucking joking. There’s only a couple weeks left in the damn season. He can’t ride it out ‘til then?!

“Dammit, Josh. Tell me you at least have a replacement picked out?” There’s not enough heat in my voice and I think we both know it. I’m gonna hate losing him at the track but I guess life moves on.

“You damn well know I have. He’ll be prepped and ready to roll come this weekend at Memphis.” The smile on his face is a lot more relaxed than I’ve seen in a long while. He’s…been planning this a hell of a lot longer than these past two weeks.

“How fucking long, Snider?”  Clench my hands tight around the arms of the lounge chair. It stings that he’s had this planned for such a long time and I didn’t even see it. Try to keep the anger and hurt off my face as he turns towards me.

“How long what?”

“How long’ve you been fucking planning this?”

He has the decency to look sheepish and glances down at his beer before he meets my gaze again. “This was gonna be my last season. Planned on riding it out ‘til Homestead but Martin forced my hand early.”

“Don’t fucking put this on him. I bet you were just looking for an excuse to quit early.” Grab my beer and take a chug to try and get calmed down. It’s my fucking birthday. I shouldn’t have to be dealing with this shit. I bet he won’t be staying for the big party either. Growl when Josh flicks his bottle cap at me.

“Ease the fuck down, Earnhardt. I wasn’t looking for an excuse. I was looking out for you.” I look over at him again and see he’s serious. There’s no smug twist to his lips, instead he’s leaned forward, hands clasped together, eyes boring into mine. He’s telling the truth. He really is trying to look out for me. “I know he ain’t giving you what you need and I don’t see why the hell you’re holding on to this so hard. He ain’t good for you.”

“Why don’t you let me decide what’s good for me?” Suck in a breath as I shake my head and run a hand over my face. “You staying?”

I practically know his answer before he says a word. “Nah, I don’t think so. Sun’s almost down and I was gonna go over some things for the weekend before bed.”

“Bullshit. You don’t wanna be around later ‘cause of Martin.”

“It’s an added bonus.” He raises his beer and urges me to do the same. “Didn’t want to let the day go to waste without celebrating with you though.” He clinks his beer against mine and we both take a sip, but he tips his back to finish it off. “It’s better with just us and the posse anyway ‘stead of all the people you got coming over.”

“C’mon, stay and make this party special like all my others.”

“Not this time, Earnhardt. You know it wouldn’t be good for anyone if I stayed especially once Martin gets here.” He sets his beer on top of the cooler then gets up and stretches.

“Stay ‘til then.” Sigh as I stand up and cast him a pleading look. He’s one of my oldest friends and a birthday’s not a birthday without him around.

“No, better if I don’t show at all. We’ve already done our celebrating anyway.”

“I don’t see no present,” I grumble. He should fucking stay. I don’t know why it’s such a fucking big deal. They’re both my friends. They can be damn civil for my birthday.

“My present was this cooler of beer and not making tonight shitty.”

“It wouldn’t--”

He gives me a look. “Don’t kid yourself, June. You know him as well as I do if not better. He’d make it hell on everyone.” Concede there because Martin would. They kicked me off the goddamn pitbox of my own team earlier this year. Somehow Martin got it up his ass that I was bad luck.

“I still expect a damn better birthday present than beer especially since you’re skipping out.” Loop an arm around his shoulders and shake him lightly ‘cause c’mon!

“Yeah, yeah. It’s in the works. Just give me some time. You’re the one that’s had me busy all week long training up my replacement.”

Shake my head and shove him which just makes him laugh. “It sure as hell ain’t my fault you had to be doing that now is it? After this next week you won’t be. So it better be a damn good present.” Bite my lip and tap my fingers against my beer. “What’ve you got lined up?”

“Think I might go into selling those big motorhomes to you hotshots.”

Huh, now that wasn’t something I saw coming. Look at him and consider the idea of him as a salesman. “You? Really?” It’s not something I pictured Josh ever doing. It’s just weird. I always assumed he’d come up to Cup with Martin and I’d have one of my best buds around during the season. Guess it’s not happening now.

“Yeah, think it might be good for me.” Well if it’s good for him I can live with it. Still sucks in all the worst ways. The whole Chance2 experiment was to give them all an opportunity but also to give me guys I could hang around and cut up with at the track.

“Ain’t gonna be the same without you every weekend.” He lightly punches me in the shoulder then pulls me into a one-armed hug.

“You’ll survive and I’ll see you when you’re home. I ain’t going anywhere.”

“I know.”

“I do got to get going though. Have to work on finding that ‘damn good’ birthday present for you.” 

“Asshole!” Laugh and shove his arm off my shoulder and follow after him as he heads around the side of the house. “C’mon, gonna be a while yet before anyone shows up. Stay.”

“I can’t. I do got stuff to do. Need to work on some things for this weekend.” Make a face because it’s been too short. He should be here partying the night away with me. Give him another shove when we reach the front porch and he shoves me into one of the columns. Lean back against it and try to get him to stay one more time.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I do need to do that shopping too.”

“Don’t be a stranger now, Snooter. You’re still a member of the Posse and that means regular attendance!” I call after him as he walks to his car and climbs in. He waves a hand at me and grins from behind the windshield then pulls out. Shift against the column as I watch his car disappear down the driveway then frown when I see a car I don’t recognize coming towards me. Who the hell could that be? I ain’t expecting anyone else until dark.

Shade my eyes ’cause the sun chooses that moment to come out from wherever it’s been and glint off the hood of the car. Who the hell is it? I hope they brought something good for the party if they’re here this damn early.

~*~*~*~

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?”

“Of course I do.”  Glance at the notes I scribbled down earlier and hope Clint doesn’t notice.  That’d be the last thing I’d need tonight, Bowyer on my ass with his “I told you so” looks.  Turn onto another back road and it better be the right fucking one.  I know the turn before was right, but the last one wasn’t exactly labeled with a neon sign.  That’s the bad thing about deciding to crash a party…you can’t exactly call for directions.

“I dunno about this Kev, it’s not like I was even really invited….” 

“Get over yourself, Bowyer.  This is Earnhardt, it’s not like he’s gonna be handing out engraved invitations for his birthday.”  See him frown out of the corner of my eye as I follow the twisting road and smirk.  No, he wasn’t passing out the invites but you’d have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to hear the buzz in the garage.  Apparently he, or some of his buddies, decided to throw a big shindig for his 31st birthday and there was no way I was going to miss it.

Smile and snort softly to myself.  A week ago I wouldn’t have even dreamed of trying to crash his party.  Hell, I didn’t even want to look at Earnhardt, much less figure out where he lived.  I am not one to be left hanging and the shit he handed me had me ticked off for almost a week.  I mean, damn, not even Wonderboy will pull crap like that.  He may be a fucking psycho, but one thing he’s never done is leave me wantin’.  Most of the time he usually makes sure I’m the one getting off first, though that’s probably just because of his control issues.  But that’s beside the point.  I was pissed.  And now I’m not.  Hence the party crash.

“I still don’t see why ‘Thena couldn’t come.  She wasn’t exactly happy about being left at home….” 

“She’ll get over it.”  He turns to frown at me again and I deliberately take the next corner a little too fast.  Grin when he has to grab onto the side of the door and chuckle to myself.  ”Besides, I didn’t exactly need you mooning after your Goddess all night instead of being my ‘wing man.’”

“Your what?  Dammit, Harvick, what did you get me into now?”

“Oh, relax.  You can handl--.”

“Handle what?  Kevin, I don’t know what twisted little scheme you have planned for tonight but I have to race with these guys next year.  I don’t need to be pissing anyone off!  Besides, I thought you were pissed at him anyway.”

“I’m over it,” I say through gritted teeth.  Clench the wheel tighter and push the pedal a little more to the floor.  What the hell is wrong with everyone?  Can’t a guy get mad for a little while without having it thrown back in his face?  D was giving me the same shit about coming just because I bitched about June all last week.  She’s probably still trying to figure out what he did to tick me off but I think I’ll let her imagination take care of that one.  Bowyer on the other hand…I don’t think I want to know what he might think. 

Scowl and look over at him.  ”You don’t need to get your panties in a wad, Rook.  I’m not going to ask you to do anything a real friend wouldn’t offer to do anyway.”  He shifts a little uncomfortably and it brings a slight smile to my lips.  That’s right, Clint.  You remember who’s helped you out with the Busch car.  I’ve gone out of my way to help him transition to asphalt and he knows it.  Just like he knows better than to bite the hand that looks out for his rookie ass.

I really don’t see what the big deal is.  He and D both should know by now that I don’t hold grudges.  If I want to screw with someone later I will, but I’m not going to hold a grudge.  There’s no point.  Not to mention it makes it a little hard to “live in the now” if you’re all tied up with a bunch of grudges from who knows when.  No, I’m not counting up all the wrongs that’ve been done to me because it’s meaningless.  But payback...now that’s a different story altogether.

Slide my hands over the wheel and grin to myself.  Junior owes me.  And he knows it.  I’m the one who gave him the best head he’s probably ever had, and knowing the kind of man he is it’s got to be eating at him.  And if it’s not…it’s about to be.  One thing I know about Earnhardt is that he’s got enough pride to fill half the garage. It’s probably the last name, but I don’t care.  None of that shit matters.  The only thing that matters is I’ve got one over on him and I know how to push my advantage.  I gave him something.  Hell, I made him scream like a virgin and he didn’t give me shit.  His pride is never gonna stand for that…not once I rub his nose in it.

Glance over at Clint as I turn onto the road that should lead me to the entrance of Junior’s “DMA.”  I really don’t know what he thinks of me half the time.  I know he doesn’t approve of my running around with guys, but D and I have an understanding.  I don’t cheat with another woman, and she looks the other way when I come home covered in bruises.  I know Bowyer doesn’t get that, but I honestly don’t get him either.  I don’t get why he’ll hang around with someone he obviously doesn’t respect.  Even tonight I didn’t have to twist his arm to get him to come.  I think on some level we’ve both decided not to push it.  And I’m good with that. 

Slow down when I catch sight of June’s gate and smile when I see it’s standing wide open.  It’s gonna be a damn good night, especially since I remember hearing something about the Yankee boy planning on being late to the party.  Pull onto the private road and smile a little more.  The sun’s going down and soon it’ll be the perfect setting for me to get a little payback.  Party or no party, one thing I know is I’m getting some tonight.

“So…this is it, huh?”

See Clint looking all around curiously and I don’t blame him.  We’ve all heard about Junior’s little “compound” and maybe this is why he decided to tag along.  Maybe he just wanted a peek into Earnhardtland. Whatever the reason I’m glad he did.  It’ll be good to have at least one person marginally on my side tonight.  ”Yup, this is it.”

“I kinda expected more.”

Snort and shake my head as we come to and cross a small bridge.  ”This is only part of it, Bowyer.  We haven’t even reached the house yet.  You know I heard he’s been working on something new, a saloon or some shit.”

“A what?”  His head snaps around and I know he thinks I’m bullshitting him.  But I’m not.  I swear I heard one of his buddies talking about getting animals to decorate it or something like that.

“I’m serious!  Really.”  Chuckle at the look on his face and it almost makes me miss the truck heading straight for us.  Swerve to the side as it rolls past and let out a curse.  Just what I need, someone running me down before I get a chance to get some satisfaction!  Moron.  Who the hell does that guy think he--

“Is that his house?”

Focus on the road again and when I do I see we’ve finally reached the Earnhardt manor.  ”Well, yeah.  What the hell did you expect, Rook?  A fuckin’ castle or something?”  Pull in beside a long row of trucks just off the main drive then reach behind my seat to find my six pack of Amstel.  I’m sure June has plenty of beer being the Bud boy, but I’ll be damned if I’m accused of arriving empty handed.

“I dunno.  Somethin’ more...,” he mutters and it brings a smile to my lips.  Earnhardt does have one hell of an image whether he knows it or not.  It’s why I’ve called him a rockstar or the God of NASCAR.  People look at him and see so much more, expect so much more than a country boy living in a glorified modular home.  Clint may think it’s disappointing but I think it fits and I can’t wait to see more.  Slide out of the truck and turn towards the house when I realize someone is standing out on the porch.  My smile turns into a full on grin when I realize just who is waiting outside.  Perfect.  Just perfect. 

“Hang back a sec, Bowyer.”

“Wha?  What are you talkin’ about?”  He reaches back into the truck to grab an unopened bottle of Jack, courtesy of his new sponsor I’m sure, and I put up my hand to keep him from following at my heels.

“Just chill a second, ok?”  His face hardens as he crosses arms and I suddenly know how to keep him in his place.  ”I need to let our host know he has a rookie invading his party.  Make sure no one tries to haze you or something.”

“What?  He doesn’t…damn you, Harvick.”

Smirk as I swear I can feel his eyes boring into my back but I don’t care.  He’ll get over it.  Not like anyone would really “haze” him anyway.  Focus all my attention on the lone figure on the porch and watch as he raises his hand to shade his eyes.  He’s looking directly into the sun as I approach and I  wonder if he can even tell it’s me.  Well, no point in keeping him guessing, right?

“I should’ve known you’d be out here waiting for me.  Didn’t get enough back in Kansas?”  Wet my lips as I study his body language for any reaction.  See him visibly relax and my eyes widen slightly.  I figured he might get paranoid with all his buddies around but if anything he looks relieved.  Interesting.  Very interesting.

“In your dreams, Harvick,” and by the curl of his lip I know he sees right through me.  It makes me wonder if I’m the only one who’s been having dreams about that fucking fire we damn near set free.  This might be a whole lot easier than I thought.  Move to the bottom step of the porch and stare up at him, my eyes undressing him with a look and I don’t miss the way he shifts on his feet.  Oh yeah, he’s been thinking of me.  I can all but smell it.

“Maybe…you know I’ve got that whole ‘film reel’ in my head, right?”  Slowly draw my tongue across my teeth and I see a shiver run through him.  That’s right, June.  Want me.  I know you do.  Move up another step until we’re almost eye to eye.  ”Now what I want to know is are you nothing but talk, or do you actually know how to follow through?”

He leans towards me until we almost touch and I swear I can feel the heat of his body.  His breath’s against the side of my face and my eyes begin to close until I hear his words.  ”What about your pet?  He looks like he’s about to wet himself he’s fidgeting so much.”

God. Dammit. Bowyer.  Pull back to meet amused blue eyes and I’m anything but.  I’m sick and damn tired of getting jerked around by him.  ”He’s a big boy.  He can fend for himself.”  Glance over my shoulder and motion sharply towards the house.  Damn Rookie.  You’d think he’d know when to make himself scarce.  Whip my head back around and level my eyes on Junior who’s still looking like the cat who ate the fucking canary.  ”You on the other hand are nothing but a fucking tease.  Guess you and Yankee Boy really are a good match after all.”

His face hardens instantly and part of me wilts at the look, but the rest of me is ready to have it out with him.  I’m not some idiot rookie to be screwed around with, not unless it includes real screwing.  ”You wanted a fucking blowjob, all you had to do was ask, Harvick.”  And with that he turns sharply on his heel and takes off around the side of the house.

A slow grin spreads across my face until I see Bowyer trying to slip past me into the house, his eyes wide from June’s words I’m sure.  ”Dammit, Clint, I swear you’re as bad Endy during a thunderstorm. Would you just get your ass inside and make sure June and I get a little fucking privacy out back?”  His lips part to snap back at me but instead he looks to where June stormed off then shakes his head and goes inside. 

Yeah, I know, Bowyer.  I’m the slut.  Just cover my ass and I’ll make it up to you.  Watch the door close behind him and then hurry after June.  I catch the scent of barbecue as I round the corner of the house and I guess this party’s been going awhile. Good, no one should be needing to hang all over the birthday boy then.  See him yank open a cooler to grab a beer and I cross the patio and add my Amstels to the ice before grabbing a cold Bud.  Twist the bottle open and see he’s pissed, but if I have my way he won’t be for long.

“C’mon, June.  Don’t get pissy.  I just didn’t know the rules.  I had no idea you doled out BJs on request.”  The barest hint of a smile touches his lips and he takes a long drink of his beer before answering.

“As if you’d follow rules.”  He finally looks over to meet my eyes and there’s a seriousness in them I don’t expect.  ”The only requests I fill are the ones I want to.”

Fair enough.  I’d sure as hell like to know how the fuck I finally got on that list…if I even am.  Shrug off his serious look and give him my best smirk as I ask him point blank, “So how does this request system work?  Do I need to fill out a form?  Sign in triplicate?  Is there a website?”

He looks at me like I’m insane for a moment then a big grin breaks out across his face as he laughs.  Cliché as it may be the sound is music to my ears.  Try to keep a straight face as I watch him but it’s getting harder by the second.  He nudges my shoulder with the beer and there’s no way I can keep the smile off my face.  ”Seriously, Harvick.  You’re one of a kind.”

“Well…duh.”  Take a step forward so I invade his space and lower my voice.  ”Tell me something I don’t know, like, are you man enough to back up what you put down in Kansas?”  Wet my lips and lock my eyes with his, all humor draining from my voice.  ”Tell me, Rockstar, are you a tease or not?”

“Set the terms,” he says with a low growl in his voice.  I knew his pride would win the war for me tonight.  I can see it in his eyes, there’s no way I’m stepping foot off his property without being satisfied.  And it’s a good thing too because I’m gonna make it real easy for him.

 ~*~*~*~

He leans in closer, lips almost against my ear, and I should stop this right here. Nothing good can come of this happening...here. Bite my lip when his brush against my ear. “Tonight. I want you to pay me back tonight.” Fuuuuuuuck, I should’ve known. There ain’t no reason for him to drive up here, rookie in tow, other than to collect on the “debt” I owe him. I could give him so many excuses, so many reasons why I don’t do this here. But the thing is…I don’t think I want to. He drove all this way for some payback and he shouldn’t leave unrewarded. Wouldn’t be right. ‘Sides, I’m a man of my word.

When he finally pulls back, after lingering just a bit too long, he’s all slick with confidence at getting what he wants. I’m not surprised. The way he can use someone’s desire against them is like a damn weapon. ”Nothing else? Somehow I expected more from you.” Arch an eyebrow at him and he doesn’t disappoint me with his comeback.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was an order in bulk type of place? I’ve got plenty of requests. Now the question is do you have the time to fill them all?” Look at him standing here on my back porch and it doesn’t seem real. We’ve played this game for years, but never here. All over the country but never here.

“That all depends on how…involved you’re wanting to be.” The way his eyes slide half closed I know exactly where his thoughts are going ‘cause…they’re exactly the same place mine just went. Let the slow grin slide across my face as I lean close this time and breathe against his ear, “But then, you only came for what I owe you. Nothing more, nothing less...right?”

I shouldn’t be doing this. Kansas was a mistake, one step further into the fire than I’ve ever gone. It’s one thing to flirt and tease, use innuendo as a playground, but it’s another to go and make it a reality. But still, he does deserve payback.

“This time, Pookie, there better not be any interruptions ‘cause I’m not letting you off the hook so easy.” And I have no doubt he’s not gonna be letting me forget it any time soon either.

“Gonna charge me interest?” Take a step back to put some distance between us and take a drink of my beer, but the cold liquid sliding down my throat only brings the heat building between us into sharper focus. He’s done playing. I can see it in every move he makes. He’s ready for action. I just hope I can keep us from burning the whole place down.

“Damn right I am and I know exactly what it’s gonna be.” He tugs me hard against him and the lean feel of his body against mine shouldn’t feel so fucking good. He skims his hand down the back of my neck then slides it, firm and possessive, down my back and over my ass. His other hand comes up to part my lips in a gentle caress before he leans in and kisses me deep. The taste of him burns through me like I’ve been electrocuted and he doesn’t let up. He sweeps his tongue into my mouth like a force of nature while I attempt to hang on to my senses. God, it’s everything I haven’t felt in months. I shouldn’t want it. Shouldn’t need it but my body gives me away. The all too real press of him against me, the nudge against my thigh, it’s everything I shouldn’t want.

But I do.

He ends the kiss and lingers, like a hunter luring in his prey, and I don’t care that I’m the one being hunted. Lean into him more than I should and tease him back, “Mmm…so what was that? Down payment for services to be rendered?” Business terms shouldn’t be so damn erotic, but then this is Harvick we’re talking about. Reluctantly pull from his reach because this has all the potential to spiral out of control right here.

“Something like that. I’ve got to make sure the merchandise is exactly what I ordered.” Lick my lips and it’s the first chance I’ve had since he showed up to get a good look at him. He’s wearing dark jeans that leave nothing to the imagination and I wonder if he has anything on underneath…. He’s got a belt holding his shirt tucked in and, huh, that’s new and it ain’t right. Reach over without thinking and tug it out to drape over his waist.

Jump when his hand wraps around my wrist and I hear his low chuckle. His thumb brushes over my pulse and I meet his gaze. “Easy there, Pookie. You’re getting into dangerous territory there unless…you’re wanting to put on a show.”

That Harvick grin he shoots me has probably cut down stronger men than me but something inside keeps me from being completely whipped. Or maybe it’s just the damn “Pookie.” Snatch my wrist from his grasp and snap, “Don’t call me ‘Pookie.’ And I don’t like putting on a show for no one either.” Take a look at him all smug and satisfied and I have no doubt he probably has an exhibitionist streak a mile wide. “You’re on your own for that kinda thing.”

“Wanna buy one of my tapes?” 

“WHAT?!” He says it so damn offhandedly I think I hear him wrong. C’mon, there’s no way. NASCAR would have a fit.

“I asked if you wanted to buy one of my tapes.” He’s all James Dean cool, leaned back against the house with his beer in hand like he talks about this kinda shit every day. His eyes flick toward the pool as he raises his beer to take a drink and I catch it. The slight clench of his jaw as he bites the inside of his lip to keep from smiling.

“Asshole!” Shove him hard enough to slosh some of the beer out of his bottle and try to keep the glare on my face while he just laughs.

“Hey, hey, watch it! Not my fault I had you going.” He brushes at his shirt, trying to get the beer off before it’s absorbed. “Damn, Earnhardt, didn’t take you for being so easy to fool.” He gives up on his shirt as a lost cause and pins me in place with his eyes. Aw shit, I know I’m going to regret whatever he says next. “You really shouldn’t knock it until you try it. Or maybe you’re just chickenshit.”

I…what? When the hell did talking about his non-existent porno tapes lead to me being chickenshit? “What the fuck?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Have you ever done it before or are you just turning your nose up ‘cause you’re too chickenshit to do it?” I can’t look away from the intense green eyes locked on me. “Figured it’d be one of the first things NASCAR’s own rockstar would’ve done. So it’s not on some ‘how to become a rockstar’ checklist?”

If I didn’t find him so damn entertaining I think I’d understand why everyone barely tolerates him. There’s really only one way to shut him up when he’s in this sorta mood. Set my beer down on top of the cooler, fist a hand in his shirt, and pull him into a hard kiss. Shove him back against the wall none too gently and press my leg between his. Smile against his mouth when he practically rides my leg like a slut.

His hands claw down my sides to drag me tighter against him even as he locks his gaze with mine. “Why, Pookie, are you trying to tell me to shut up?”

I know he’s grinning. I can hear it in his voice and I just want to shut him up. Nip at his neck as I slide my hand under his shirt, skimming along his skin, until I find the nipple ring I’ve been wanting to tug on since I first saw it in Kansas. He lets out this breathy moan and I need to hear it again. Give another tug, a little harder this time, and grin when he makes that sound again. “Hell no, your mouth’s your best feature.”

“Glad you approve, but it’s time for you to stop talking and give me my payback.” Shudder when he drags his tongue across my neck. “Think you can get me as wound up as I got you? You were so desperate you couldn’t even contain yourself. I want you to do that to me…here.” He’s gotta be shitting me, right? There’s no way he wants that to happen here, out on the damn porch?

Pull back and look him in the eyes to find…he’s serious about the whole thing. He’s not kidding. He wants this here and now. “What’s the matter, Poooooookie? Scared?”

Growl low and pin him back against the wall harder. “Ain’t scared of nothing, Harvick. Better remember you’re a guest here.” Rake my hand down his chest then slide it into his jeans to palm him and I’m somehow...unsurprised by the lack of boxers.

“Really? I thought I was crashing the party. Didn’t know I had an invite.” He moves his hips suggestively against my hand making it clear what he wants. He was more than eager in Kansas. Time to pay back the favor.

“You got an invite to a lot more than you know,” I mutter to myself before I kiss him hard and quick. Nip at his neck hard before I slide to my knees and undo his jeans, tugging them down just enough to free him from their too tight confines.

Look up into those green, green eyes that sparkle a bit more despite the arched eyebrow. “Oh yeah? You gonna fill me in or am I gonna need to play twenty questions to find out what that means?”

Damn, damn. He wasn’t supposed to hear that. Draw my tongue over his head, lapping at the taste I haven’t been able to get out of my head since Kansas and hope that’s enough to distract him. His hand threads into my hair whether to keep me close or demand more I’m not sure. Rub my lips over his slick tip and lick the precome away. Yeah, the taste of him is just like I remember. Maybe better.

Lock my eyes with his and slowly take him into my mouth, watching those green eyes darken even more. Start to take him deeper when I hear laughter right next to the sliding door. Holy fuck, is that Mike?! Pull back and jump to my feet, pulling up Kev’s jeans as I hear Mike call something back to the guys inside but I don’t hear a word of it. Wipe my hand across my mouth, grab my beer, and gulp down some of it just as Mike opens the door.

Fucking Christ, let him have no idea what the hell is going on, but of fucking course I’m not that damn lucky. His eyes go back and forth between me and Kev before finally landing on me. He tilts his head slightly and I pretend I don’t see it. He’s a smart boy. If he wants to put the pieces together he can. I just hope Kev doesn’t ruin it for me. Plausible deniability is hard to have when it’s blown to shit by Harvick running his mouth. Shoot Mike my best easy grin and say, “So what’d you guys break earlier?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” Which means I do probably need to worry. He casts another look at Kev then frowns at me. I expect the questions to start, but he surprises me when he asks, “Where’d Snider go? Twenty questions about pit lizards is hard to play when the guy we’re wanting to ask isn’t here.”

Jump when Kev drapes an arm over my shoulders and squeezes harder than necessary. You blow this for me, Harvick, and I’m never speaking to you again. Years of friendship be damned. “Don’t know about any ‘Snider.’ All I know is June here was making good on a little payback he owes me. Isn’t that right, Earnhardt?”

Oh thank god but shit…couldn’t he have the decency to do up his pants? All out there for the world to see and fuck him, he so has an exhibitionist streak. Mike’s eyes widen when he catches sight of Kev’s unbuttoned jeans and I don’t need that right now. Really, really don’t. Grind down on Kev’s foot in aggravation. “Josh had things to take care of back home. Namely, finding me a decent birthday present ‘cause a cooler of beer don’t cut it.”

Elbow Kev in the ribs ‘cause does he have to go broadcasting our business so damn blatantly? “Harvick here,” pinch his side hard to remind him to behave, “was kind enough to come collect on his payback in person.” Give Mike a tight smile and hope he goes the fuck back inside so I can pay Kev back in peace. I’m sure I’m gonna hear about it later anyway. Don’t need it now. He knows Kev’s reputation and sure as hell ain’t gonna be too happy with me.    

“Knew I shouldn’t have believed him when he said he got you one hell of a gift. Well…I should get back inside before the guys convince Bowyer he needs to drown himself in a keg. I’ll leave you to your…business.” Mike shoots me another pointed look before going back inside. He’s not getting a word of explanation from me later. Nope, no shit.

Kev rips his arm off my shoulders and shoves me back a step which has me tripping over my feet. Regain my footing and look up to find Kev shooting me a murderous glare. What the fuck was that for?! “This a game for you, Earnhardt? Is that what this is? I’m not a fucking toy. I knew you were nothing but a goddamned tease. Fucking waste of a tank of gas and a six pack. You and the Yankee boy are good for each other after all.”

Oh bullshit! I’m nothing like Martin. Nothing at all. Not my damn fault we got interrupted on the back porch of all places ‘cause of course you don’t fucking get interrupted there at all. Grab his arm then slam him back against the wall again then get right up in his face. “You think I planned that? You think I hit some damn magical switch and summoned Mike out here just to cheat you out of your ‘payback?’ You’re fucking insane.”

I had his goddamn cock halfway down my throat and somehow it’s MY fault Mike showed up? A cold day in hell I planned that! Kiss him hard, all teeth and sharp nips and bites. He wants payback? He’ll get his fucking payback. Rip his jeans down past his hips and curl my hand around his cock, entertaining the thought of squeezing too hard. Who the fuck is he to say all I do is play games? He has no idea what the fuck a real game would be.

Snarl as I drop to my knees and take him down completely. Claw my nails down his thighs and over his cock while I suck hard. Cup his balls and palm him roughly, anything to get him to lose his mind. He wants his payback he’ll get it and he better damn well like it. He slumps back against the wall, gracing me with a moan that’s music to my ears. Good. The sooner this is fucking done the better. I won’t have to owe him shit and I won’t have to deal with Mike giving me looks.

I’m no fucking tease and he damn well will know that fact.

~*~*~*~

Fuck.  Fuck, yes.  This is what I was wanting.  Him, on his knees, hot mouth wrapped around my cock.  Feel him cup and tug my balls and I press back against the wall as heat sears through me…until he sucks a little too hard, scratches my skin a little too hard.  What the…?  Blink and tilt my head down to watch him and fuck, I like pain…but not like this.

Frantic, desperate with none of the finesse I got a bare taste of back in Kansas.  No, this is nothing like that at all and there’s no way in hell I’m giving up my one chance for something…like this.  Thread my fingers through his hair and yank, hard.  He resists at first but when I pull again he finally rocks back on his heels and looks up at me with a scowl.  Sorry Earnhardt, I’m not some dumb rookie who’ll be happy with a cheap, quickie BJ.  I want the full monty.    

“What the fuck, Kevin?  Ain’t this what you came here for?”  His fingers curl painfully into my hips and in another circumstance it would be a total turn on.  Right now it just pisses me off.  ”What the fuck is your problem now?”

Narrow my eyes and shove him so hard he falls back on his hands.  Jerk at my jeans and tug up the zipper.  ”What I wanted was what I gave you but apparently that’s not how you work.”  Reach over to the top of the cooler and grab my beer.  Take a quick drink before heading for the door to get Bowyer.  I’m sick of this shit.  I’m not playing these games with him anymore.  ”If I wanted to basically beat off I could’ve saved the gas money.”  Glare and shake my head.  ”If you didn’t want me here all you had to do was fucking say it.”

Turn to face the house and reach for the sliding glass door, but before my hand even brushes the handle I’m yanked back roughly.  Stumble as I’m spun around and I’m surprised to be met by blazing blue eyes.  Why the fuck is he so pissed?  I’m leaving.  Don’t see what his problem i--

“You fucking jackass.”  He yanks my wrist hard and drags me across the porch.  I try to pull from his grip but it’s like iron.  ”What the fuck do you expect, starting something on the back porch?”  Blink at his words because it’s like he’s not even speaking to me as he tugs me up a wrought iron spiral staircase.  ”You want ‘special treatment?’  You’ll get special fucking treatment soon as I know half the posse ain’t gonna be comin’ out to watch!” 

He’s not facing me and it still seems like he’s talking more to himself than to me and…did he just say something about “special treatment?”  Look up to the balcony as he reaches it and try to figure out where he’s taking me.  Is that his fucking bedroom?  You’ve got to be shitting me!  I expected some play, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d get to actually see his fucking bedroom!

He spins around to face me once we come to a set of French doors and grabs me with both hands.  Fingers curl into my shirt as he yanks me closer.  ”God help me, I do want you here, you fucking jackass.”  His eyes flash with a fire I’ve only seen hints of before and I’m completely mesmerized.   ”Now why don’t you just shut up and let me pay you the fuck back.”

He lunges forward, claims my lips hard and I have to grab onto him to keep from stumbling backwards.  I’m reeling, completely fucking reeling as our tongues duel for dominance because…did he just say he wanted me here?  Well why not?  His little Yankee Boy isn’t here yet.  Why wouldn’t he want to get some while he could?  I just never thought he’d actually admit it.

He pulls back just as quickly as he lunged for me and locks his intense gaze on me again.  He’s serious as I’ve ever seen him and he grips my arms hard.  ”I’m a man of my word, Harvick.”

His eyes continue to bore into mine and I know he wants some type of acknowledgement.  He wants me to know he’s not the tease I accused him of being.  But that’s not what I’m concerned with right now.  I’m still trying to wrap my head around what he said earlier.  ”So…what was this about ‘special treatment?’  You gonna take extra special care of me, Pooookie?”

He stares at me like he’s trying to process my abrupt change of subject and I see when it hits him because his eyes seem to sparkle.  There’s a slight curl to his lip as he snatches my wrist and tugs me through one of the doors.  ”C’mon, jackass.  And don’t call me ‘Pookie.’”

Grin broader at his amusement and shoot back as I head inside, “And there you go, goin’ on about my ass again.  Damn Earnhardt, you’d think you were the one obse--.”

My words trail off when I get inside and my eyes adjust to the dim room and lock right on his bed.  Tangled and twisted sheets…how did they get that way?  Was he writhing in pleasure or twisting in frustration?  I can see him, spread out on that big bed and bared for only me.  Sweet, pale skin, even paler from the dark sheets.  Has he thought of me while lying in that bed?  I’d be more than happy to give him a memory or two if he’s interested….

I’m jolted from my fantasies when I’m shoved backwards with no warning.  Stumble again for footing and the next thing I know I’m falling into a large wing chair and looking up into the most searing blue eyes I’ve ever seen.  Holy fuck.  I knew he had a wild side.  I fucking knew it and right now it’s all focused on me.  Look up and I feel like I might combust under that sultry gaze, that curled up lip, that body that now moves like a predator as he stalks towards me.

He leans down, hands on the arms of the wing chair, and my pulse races in anticipation.  ”What’s wrong, Kevvie?  Cat got your tongue?”

Suck in a breath at his words and heat spreads through me at his fiery gaze.  ”Nope.  But one just may have yours.”  Grab his forearms and yank hard so he falls forward onto me.  Catch his lips with my own and kiss him deep, attacking his mouth with my tongue and sucking on his when he moans.  He wants to play with fire, I’m more than ready to take this as far as he’s willing to go.

Try to tug him more into my lap but somehow he gets his hands on the chair arms and pushes back again, but only by a few inches.  Gaze deep into his eyes and watch him wet his lips as he tries to catch his breath.  ”So you…sayin’ you’re a cat?” He wets his lips again and I swear I can feel the smoldering look he runs over my body.  His voice is husky, accent thicker as our eyes meet again.  ”I can see that.”

“You have no idea what a wildcat I can be.”  Curl my fingers in his shirt and tug him down against me again, my breath right against his ear as I purr in my most sultry tone.  ”Bet you’d love it, wouldn’t you?  Bet you’d love me to tear you up ‘til you couldn’t see straight.  When’s the last time you got fucked up goooooood?”

Hear his breath catch in his throat and his body melts against mine a little more.  That’s right, Earnhardt.  I know you want me.  I can practically smell it.  He whimpers softly as his lips brush my neck and his voice is even rougher when he finally finds words to answer me. 

“Too…fuckin’…long.”

“Mmmmm pity you’re not the exhibitionist.  I really coulda shown you something downstairs.”  Tilt my head to deliberately drag my tongue across his neck and purr as my eyes linger over his bed.  ”You know…we could get up to a whole helluva lot more than just ‘payback’ in here….”

A low groan is his only response and I slide my arms around him to palm his ass with my hands.  Give him a good squeeze and roll my hips up to rub against his leaving no doubt where my intentions lie.  I’d fuck him in a heartbeat, right in the middle of his party.  I don’t give a damn.  I’d have him scream the place down until they think I’m killin’ him up here if I thought he’d let me.  Feel him grind down against me and he really is making this all too easy.  Lean up again and whisper against his ear, “Careful now…I’m usually a screamer.”

He pulls back a little bit, hands raising himself a few inches above me so he can look me over again.  A slow grin crosses his lips and I all but melt at the silky southern voice.  ”I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”  He pulls back more, moving to stand, and it takes me a minute to realize he’s planning to close the bedroom door.  Oh no you don’t, June.  Tonight you’re gonna learn to walk on the wild side.

Jump to my feet quickly and I’m on him before he makes it halfway across the room, pressing my back flush against his as I wrap my arms around his waist.  ”Leave it open, Pookie.  Take a risk.”  He squirms a bit and I can tell he’s about to stay something but I cut him off, lowering my voice against his ear.  ”Tell me, June…how long’s it been since you got this room all hot and steamy?”  Lick his neck again and this time I feel him shiver.  Oh yeah, he’s not getting much from that boy.  ”You ever get thrown over that dresser and reeeeally fucked?  Mmmmm…I bet fucked would look so good on you….”

He moans low and I know without even looking that he’s got his eyes locked on that dresser to our right just like I do.  And I’m tempted.  I’m so tempted to just take him, to fuck the hell out of him like there’s no tomorrow and I know he’d let me.  But that’s not how I want him.  I don’t want to just “take” him.  No, I want him to be begging for me when I do.  All in good time, Harvick, all in good time.  Nibble at his earlobe and growl softly, “You’re picturing it right now…aren’tcha?  Bet you’d scream the whole place down, wouldn’tcha?”  Trail my lips lower and suck on his pale neck.  ”I’d do it you know.  All you’d have to do is…ask.”

He moans again and I tighten my arms around him.  Maybe I will bend him over that dresser.  I could always have him beg me later.  Tug him a bit to the side, but then he turns the tables on me again by spinning in my arms and kissing me hard.  His hands are on either side of my face as he backs me across the room, door long forgotten.  Fuck, his hands run down my body and who knew he could be so damn possessive.  It’s like he’s claiming every inch of me and God, I wish it were true.  He stops when the backs of my knees hit the wing chair and I get lost in eyes of blue fire before he pushes me down again.

“You’re probably right, Kev.  On a lotta things.”  He leans over me and I feel like a trapped animal in his gaze.  His lip curls up slowly in a grin and I swear there’s a bit of evilness to it as sparks seem to dance in his eyes.  ”But tonight ain’t about me, is it?  Now why don’t you lie back….” He undoes my belt.  ”Get comfortable.”  Then my jeans.  ”And stop callin’ me fuckin’ ‘Pookie.’”

He drops over me all at once and sucks my achingly hard cock down his throat and holy shit is it a sight.  Grip the arms of the chair tight as I spread my legs more.  ”Alright…Pookie.  Anything you say.”  He growls and shoots daggers with his eyes but never stops torturing me with his mouth.  Lift my hips when he jerks my jeans down lower and can’t look away, not when it’s all dozens of dreams come true.  ”Fuck…I bet that boy has no idea what he’s got, does he?”

“Goddamnit, Harvick.  Leave him outta this.”  He glares up at me again and, shit, when am gonna learn to keep my mouth shut?  His hands curl tightly over my hips and I can’t tell if he’s planning on blowing me or blowing me off.  Why the hell can’t I ever silence my tongue?

“Don’t see anyone here but you and me, Earnhardt.”  But if I have my way he won’t walk into this room again without “seeing” me.  Reach down and thread my fingers through his hair, if anything to make sure he doesn’t pull away.  Lock eyes with him and I see the rage and the fire, the passion and lust all bottled up and begging to be set free.  And I want it.  I want it all.  ”C’mon, Earnhardt.  Show me what you’re really made of.  Let me see if you really can blow my mind…like I did yours.”

“Jackass.”  His words may be harsh but there’s no mistaking the hungry look on his face.  He turns his head into my hand and kisses my palm, drawing his tongue over my skin until I squirm in anticipation.  Feel his tongue trace my wrist and try to hold back a shudder.  He doesn’t need to know just the sight of him is enough to get me more than turned on.  He needs to at least think he has to work for it.  Shift under him when he presses forward and brushes against my fully bared cock and who am I kidding?  He’s known all along how bad I want him and now he’s taking full advantage.

Squirm under him again and I’m surprised when he kisses up my forearm then slides up to suck at my neck.  I figured he’d be all back to business like he was before but, hell, I’m not complaining.  Tilt my head back when he sucks even harder and I don’t even give a damn if he leaves a mark.  Molten heat sears through my veins with every throbbing beat of my heart and my eyes widen slightly when he turns his head up and kisses me deeper than before.

Everything up until now has been fast and rough and desperate and nothing I’ve ever had a problem with.  There’s nothing wrong with a quickie when it’s done right.  But this, fuck, this is more.  This is almost possession as he kisses me like he owns me and I’m more than welcome to let him take all he wants.  His entire body drapes over me and I spread my legs more to accommodate him.  Let go of the armrests and slide my hands up his sides slowly, careful to sense any change in him at my touch.  But there isn’t one.  No, shit, he wants this.  He really fucking wants this.

Stare up at him when he breaks the kiss and wet my lips as that crooked smile is back, burning me just like it did before.  He leans up and drags both his hands down my chest, taking his time to really feel me out and I can’t hold back my shudder this time.  It’s rare anyone I’m with takes this kind of time and I feel like I’m completely naked even through I’m mostly dressed.  Lean back in the chair a little more, spreading out and trying to give him a good view  because I’ll be damned if I’m anything but the sexy slut he expects.  Give him my best smirk and then drawl at him before dragging my tongue across my teeth, “Like what you see, Earnhardt?”

“I’d like to see more.”  The words flow off his tongue so easy and I can tell he didn’t mean to let them slip.  He straightens up and there’s a tension in him that wasn’t there a moment ago.  Oh yeah, he wants me even more than he wants to admit.  And who am I to deny him?  Slip one of my hands under the front of my shirt and slowly drag it up, my hand skimming over my flat stomach, baring as much skin for him as I can without taking my shirt off completely.

“Shoulda told me you were wanting a show.  That could’ve been arranged.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, but I don’t miss the way his eyes travel over me taking in each and every inch of bared skin.  He wets his lips when his gaze reaches my cock and I swear it looks like his mouth is watering.  ”You don’t even believe in boxers, do you?”

“Why bother?”  Smirk up at him and slouch down a bit more in the chair so I can spread my legs even more.  ”They just end up getting in the way of a good time…don’tcha think?”  He chuckles again and then slides down until he’s kneeling between my legs and now it’s my mouth that’s watering.  His eyes are locked on me and as he leans forward to drag his tongue up my length I almost explode right there.  Suck in a breath and grip the chair tightly.  I don’t wanna miss a thing.  Fuck, I want to memorize it all, but shitshitshit that feels so good….

Groan low when he finally takes me completely into his mouth and the sweet suction combined with those eyes locked on my every move are almost too much.  He takes me down deep again and again but holy hell is he taking his sweet time.  Feel his hands spreading me wider and I swear to God I’d give anything for him to fuck me right now.  Bite my lip almost until it bleeds as he fondles my balls and when I feel his long fingers dipping further between my legs I can’t hold back my moans.  ”Holy fuck, June, give it to me.  Shiiiit, I knew your mouth was made to suck cock.”

He growls low around me and the sound reverberates through my entire being.  He’s dropped the slow and sweet act and God damn I wasn’t lying.  He gives head better than a fuckin’ pro and there’s no way I’m gonna be able to hold out on him no matter how much I might want to.  Feel his fingers teasing my ass and I push my hips down sharply, taking him by surprise as I try to impale myself on him.  He only falters for a moment and the next thing I know he’s fucking me with his fingers while I do my best to fuck his mouth.  Feel his nails scratch my ass as he bobs his head over me and, “Jesus fucking Christ Daaaaaale, shit!”

It’s over before I can even process it and at first I can’t see a damn thing but stars.  My heart is pounding in my ears and I can’t remember someone getting me that worked up with just a blowjob.  But, fuck.  It’s him.  And I need so much more.  My body is craving him in a hundred different ways and I need more.  Now.

Lunge for him with no warning and send us both crashing to the ground.  He lands on his back with a grunt and I don’t care to explain.  He’ll get it soon enough.  I need more.  I have to have more.  I need to taste him now.  Rip at his jeans and slide down his body, my ass still bared for the world to see, but I don’t give a shit.  Jerk the denim open and grin when I see he’s already wanting me.  Good.  I’m glad he enjoys giving.  Now he gets to receive.

~*~*~*~

I expected that to be it. I expected to give him one last kiss before he went to collect Bowyer and hightailed it out of here. He got what he came for.  Why would he bother sticking around?  I expected all of that...except for him fucking lunging for me and sending me ass backwards onto the floor.  Push up on my elbows and open my mouth to yell at him but that’s as far as I get because holy shit!  He just swallowed me down and FUCKING SHIT, that’s too good.  Let my head drop back and moan deeply, giving myself over to him completely.  God, I haven’t had this type of heat, this raw desire, in months and damn it all if I’m not gonna savor it while I can.

Reach down to trace my fingers over his skin and watch that sexy mouth of his do its magic. I wasn’t kidding when I said his mouth was his best asset. From the words he lets slip like a master craftsman to the way his mouth looks wrapped around my cock, it completely has me mesmerized. There’s no way I’m holding out. Not with the way he’s devouring me like I’m the only good thing on the menu of a shitty ass restaurant and he’s been starving for days.

Curl my hands into the carpet and rock my hips into that dirty mouth of his. It’s too fucking good for words and shit, he wanted me so bad he didn’t even bother making himself decent. I ain’t had anyone that knock out desperate and needy for awhile. And fuck, have I wanted it. Shake my head and focus on Kev ’cause no way am I letting any single detail of this slip from my memory. “Fucking hell, Harvick….”

He flicks those green, green eyes up at me and I’m completely lost. I don’t care what the fuck else happens or how wrong this is. I just want this, right now. It’s fucking perfection and this year there’s been nothing close to it. Whimper low and I swear something in his eyes wants me to let go completely, scream like we’re in the middle of nowhere.

Slide back onto the carpet ‘cause it’s getting to be too much. I’m not letting one of the best blowjobs in my life end too soon. Moan louder as I sprawl out on the ground. The pulse of the music from downstairs is matching my own and god, it’s too good. Rock my hips into that sweet suction and I’m so fucking close. I swear he’s pulling out all the stops and this time I can enjoy it all. Kansas was too damn quick. I was too damn pent up, but this? This I can really fucking enjoy.

Jerk upwards when he scratches the inside of my thigh. Lick my lips and push up on my elbows again to see him. I want to see him. Wanna see it all. Once wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough, but it has to be. We can’t keep this going. A deal’s a deal and I’ve already paid him back. No fucking clue what this is but it ends after this. It has to.

Green eyes lock on me like I’m the only thing in the room and fuck, I wish it was true. I wish this heat and passion, just everything, could last. Wish it could be more than a quickie during my goddamn birthday party. Have to look away before I embarrass myself and catch movement out on the balcony. Holy shit, is that BOWYER?!

Curl my hand into Kev’s hair and rasp, “Kev....” Tug harder when he doesn’t get the message. “Kev, why the fuck is your rookie on my balcony?” He pulls back with an obscene lick and I don’t fight it as my head goes back with a moan. I don’t even care that Bowyer’s getting an eyeful when Kev looks at the French doors and glares.

Don’t catch whatever he’s saying under his breath but it can’t be very complementary if I know Kev at all. Cast an appreciative glance over him as he pulls up his jeans, not bothering to do them up before he stalks over to the balcony to talk to Bowyer. Kev only pulls the door wide enough to stick his head out. Whatever Bowyer’s telling him can’t be good from the growl in Kev’s voice. I should make myself a bit more decent, spare the rookie from losing his innocence or at least stop him from burning up any redder than he already is. His complexion’s no better for hiding shit than mine is.

Run a hand through my hair and chase the last tastes of Kev from my mouth before I sit up. Pull my jeans back up, hissing softly when I have to tuck myself back into their too tight confines. Consider doing them up but knowing Kev he ain’t done with me yet. What the fuck did Bowyer need to tell Kev that was so important he risked needing brain bleach? Maybe I should go find out.

Walk over to the door and pull it open wider to peer at Bowyer. Brace one arm over my head then lean against the door. “Something the matter, rookie? Or are you just in over your head downstairs with the Posse?”

I can tell Kev’s surprised but hell, I deserve to have a little fun too. Bowyer can’t meet my eyes and somehow I don’t give a shit. If anything, it makes everything all the sweeter. He can’t find a place to look that doesn’t have him blushing darker and he finally settles on staring at his feet. “I...umm....”

“Guess a cat’s got his tongue too. You got something to do with that?” Catch Kev’s grin out of the corner of my eye and he ain’t the only one that enjoys seeing people squirm.

Arch an eyebrow when Kev slides an arm around my waist and into my back pocket. “Nope, not my doing this time. This cat’s already been fed.” He winks and squeezes my ass before continuing on, “Bowyer was telling me your boys are looking for you.”

I knew I couldn’t disappear for long without them wondering where I went. Well, more guests should be arriving by now. Means they’ll be preoccupied with making sure one of my parties lives up to expectations. “You didn’t have to come on up here in person, you know. We both got our phones. Why didn’t you call?”

I didn’t think he could turn redder than he already was but evidently he can. “Ummm...uh...didn’t think you’d answer....”

“Mmhm.” Exchange a look with Kev then drawl, “I think you just wanted a peek.” Kev laughs as Bowyer’s head goes up and he stares at me utterly crimson, mouth slack jawed. Grin at him all innocently when he finally finds words.

“I-I did not!” He turns his glare on Kev who’s practically wiping tears off his face.

“If you wanted a real tour of the place, all you had to do was ask. Just, you know, not now.” Ice blue eyes meet mine and I’m surprised at the steel I see in them. Maybe he’s not one of those pushover rookies after all. Then again, you can’t be if you want to make it to the top. He’ll be someone to watch.

“I’ll be taking you up on that sometime, Earnhardt. Without Harvick.” He looks at Kev then shoves him back at step. “I hate you.”

“Awww, don’t say that now. How’re you getting home? ‘Cause you’d be getting into a car with someone you hate, wouldn’t you?” Watch this play out because it’s Kev in his element and I don’t get to see that often enough. He knows Bowyer and I’m sure he knows how to use all of Bowyer’s weaknesses against him.

Bowyer sputters for words until he finally just clamps his mouth shut and stomps back downstairs. Chuckle and I can’t resist calling after him, “Looks like you need a cooling off in the pool. You’re welcome to it. Otherwise, ask the boys to let you into the hard stuff.”

“Pretty damn generous,” Kev says right against my ear. “But you forget who he’s gonna be sponsored by.” He’s pressed right against me and I feel one hand slide up my chest. Oh yeah, he didn’t forget what we were right in the middle of. He probably would’ve booted Bowyer faster if I hadn’t interrupted.

“Yeah and who’s that?” Hate how my voice comes out breathier than I want it to. He shouldn’t have this effect on me. I’m not some bitch in heat, desperate for the right touch to burn me up from the inside out.

“Jack Daniel’s. He gets the hard stuff for free. But don’t worry about him.” He turns my jaw so I face him and I’m instantly lost in green eyes. “Worry about me.” Moan low and lean forward to kiss him deep as he reaches out a hand and pushes the door closed. Turn to face him, pressing my body completely against his, and curl my fingers in his belt loops.

“I’m always worried ‘bout you.” Lick into his mouth to kiss him deep and get more of him. Slide my hand under his shirt and tug on that nipple ring again. One day I’ll get the story behind it, along with the one behind that tattoo on his back. Tug a little harder and that really sets him off. He kisses me harder, rougher, and backs me toward the bed.

Rough hands shove my jeans down to the floor and I stumble out of them as he keeps pushing me backward. “We were right in the middle of something.” His hungry eyes are locked on me and, oh fuck, like I could ever say no.

Take a step back to put more distance between us as I pull off my shirt and smirk at him. “Yeah we were. You gonna do something about it?”

His gaze ravishes me on the spot then he’s a blur of movement as he lunges for me, tackling me onto the bed. His hot mouth’s against mine and I swear he’s grown another pair of hands. It sure as hell feels like it. His hands are everywhere at once and he wraps one around my cock then locks eyes with me. Cling to him and rock against him because, fuck...this is beyond words. I swear I’ll never forget the feel of him against me like this.

He nips behind my ear and murmurs, “Wasn’t kidding when I said we could get up to a lot more than just payback in here.”

The only thing saving us is he’s still fully clothed ‘cause otherwise I don’t think there’d be any holdin’ us back. Rake my nails down his back and rub myself against him. “You gonna finish what you started?”

“You damn well know it.” He moves onto his hands and knees to look at me spread out below him. I wonder what’s going through his mind and God how I’d love to ask him. It must be killing him to hold back, but somehow he doesn’t give in. He lasers me with that gaze of his and kisses down my body until he wraps his mouth around me again.

Groan low and sink back into the sheets ‘cause I’m gonna enjoy this so damn much. Spread my legs wider and oh fuck yeah...rock into his mouth probably a bit too desperately but I don’t think he cares. Curl a hand into the sheets and writhe under his mouth. His fingers trail along the inside of my thighs, down my length, then back to circle over my entrance. Gasp his name and twist to look down at him. Even with my cock in his mouth he manages to give me a grin that sends a bolt of desire through me so hot it’s fucking scalding. 

Rasp out, “Kevin...,” but if anything that encourages him more. He takes me farther down his throat than I thought possible before he pulls back and I feel the light scrape of teeth. He adds a second finger, determined and sure, and he goes straight for the pleasure spot that sends me ricocheting off the bed. “Oh god, yes!” I practically scream and he wastes no time in thrusting his fingers hard and deep with every suck he takes on my cock.

I know it might as well be over and it is once he slips a third finger in and stretches me wide before stroking hard over my prostate. Scream and jerk up hard into his mouth as I crash over the edge so fucking hard I don’t know where I am for several long moments. All I know is that sinful mouth is still wrapped around my cock and those fingers are still fucking me to pieces.

Once I’ve stopped shuddering, he crawls back up my body and nuzzles against my neck. His hands slide up my sides before he wraps his arms around me. “You ok?”   

How do I answer a question like that? Fuck yes I’m ok! Shit, I think he just shattered me. What would I be but ok? Brush a kiss against his cheek and open my mouth to answer when someone else answers first.

“You guys fucking in here? I’m coming in either way. Your damn boys are waiting for me to get back with the results of my ‘sploration.’” Catch sight of Bowyer coming round the corner in my room, one hand firmly over his eyes, the other out in front of him making sure he doesn’t kill himself on the furniture.

“Fucking shit!” Shove Kev off me and grab my clothes off the floor then make a dash for the bathroom. Goddamnit, I knew I should’ve closed that damn door. I knew it, I knew it. Damn Harvick for distracting me. Hear the rumble of voices outside and Kev probably isn’t too pleased. Make myself look somewhat decent and hope to God the guys are too damn drunk to notice anything is off or if they do think it’s just the beer.

Finally walk out and see Kev with his arm none too gently around Bowyer’s neck and giving him an earful he probably won’t remember in the morning. He’s already wavering on his feet and there’s no doubt the boys’ve had him at the bottom of quite a few beers. Shoot Kev an apologetic look when I catch his eye then snag Bowyer’s arm to guide him, wobbling, back to the boys waiting downstairs. I can sense Kev on my heels and as much as I would’ve liked staying up there it’s time to play host. “A’right, so who wants to own up to getting the rookie here shitfaced? Any takers?”

Look around at the guys assembled before me and not a one of them will look me in the eyes. ‘Course not, that’d be too easy. Watch Kev slip down amongst them to grab himself a beer and put on that smirk of his. If Kev’s hanging around, it’s gonna be one interesting party. I can bet on that. Once I’ve let them squirm enough I grin and they all scatter back to what they were doing. Josh comes to collect Bowyer with an unapologetic grin on his face. “You be easy with him! He ain’t replaceable if you break him.”

“You know me, June. I’ll treat him with kid gloves.” Shake my head as they walk away. Hope Kev doesn’t mind carting home one very drunk rookie when it’s all said and done. Speaking of the devil, he walks up and hands me a beer.

He taps his beer against mine and says, “So Earnhardt, how about a tour? Bowyer’s too out of it to appreciate one but I would.” A slow, sultry grin spreads across his face and he aims it right at me. Why...do I still feel like fucking putty in his hands?

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