Seeking Satisfaction

Home : Stories by Catw00man : RCR 2008 AU : Path of Thorns - Seeking Satisfaction

Summary: Kevin needs some attention…badly.

AUTHOR: Catw00man
EMAIL: catw00man@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES/SETTING: Path of Thorns
CHARACTERS: Kevin Harvick/DeLana Harvick, Athena Barber, Kevin POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #94 (#69 for me) - Danger Zone
COMPLETED: May 29, 2008
WORDS: 2,631
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 fic takes place while Kevin is doing pre-race media for the 50th anniversary of the Daytona 500. During this mini media tour he did Good Morning America as well as the Early Show and some radio interviews.
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New York, NY - February 6, 2008

I swear to god if one more reporter asks me about my new fucking “teammate” I’m going to go postal.  I am not Dale Earnhardt Junior’s personal ambassador for RCR and I am sick of being treated that way!  I didn’t even know until the last minute about this stupid media tour for “last year’s Daytona 500 winner” but I at least thought that it would be about me or at least the damn 50th anniversary race.  But nooooooo, it’s all about fucking Earnhardt when he’s not even here.

Tap my hand on my bouncing knee as the limo works its way through New York traffic and I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin.  Ever since Vegas I swear my life has spun more and more out of control.  Never mind the fact I had to listen to those bastards all fucking night long.  Some friend Clint is.  You’d think the jackass could at least keep his screams down to a minimum even if Earnhardt was banging him against the adjoining door.  It’s not like he could be that good.  Scrawny redneck prick probably told him to scream or he’d leave him and as cockwhipped as Bowyer’s been lately….

Why the fuck couldn’t that bastard just stay with the Goddess like he was supposed to?  And why the hell does my life have to be turned upside down as a result?  Shit, I can’t even remember the last time D and I have had any time to ourselves, much less screw.  It’s all been about Athena and how she needs to be looked after and how she got fucked over and how somehow it’s all my fault.  Shit, it’s one thing for her to stay with us but it’s another for it to impact my sex life!  I thought at least we might have this mini getaway to New York but nooooo Athena had to come along to go shopping.  I just wonder how many “grudge buys” I’m going to be paying for today.

Look out the window as we barely creep along and I can’t stand it anymore.  Hit the button to lower the partition between me and the driver and call out to him, “What is this a limo or a hearse?  I think my grandmother just passed us on the sidewalk.  Think you could speed it up a little?”  I know I’m being a dick but I just don’t care.  I know D and I know she’ll stop back by the hotel before she heads out for some ridiculously expensive lunch at some high class foo-foo restaurant and I want to catch her before she does.  She’s my wife and I’m going to make her remember that.  God knows I need a release.

Hear the driver mutter something about traffic and assholes but I don’t even care that he’s probably talking about me.  I just raise the partition again and chew on my thumbnail as I watch the traffic continue to creep by.  Stupid New York.  I’ve never understood the draw it has for so many.  It’s nothing but noise and traffic and assholes on every corner.  I much prefer the quiet solitude of Kernersville and my own damn place.  That’s why we built the house and shop away from everyone else, so we didn’t have to deal with anyone else.  Stupid, fucking media tour.  I still don’t understand why they didn’t rope Earnhardt into this.  He’s who all the moronic masses want to see anyway.

I swear to god I don’t understand the appeal.  Sure it was fun to try and play him for a bet but that was just to try and use him for our own devices.  To show him his place.  But no, Shifty had to go and ruin that and offer up his ass as grand prize.  Idiot.  If he wanted to get fucked he knew I was more than willing to show him the ropes.  Bastard.  He has no idea what he’s missing ‘cause I saw them together and I know I’m a better lay than that.  Stupid Earnhardt looked like he’d never even fucked anyone against the wall before.  I could so show that fucker a thing or two….

Shake my head and try for the thousandth time to get the picture of them out of my mind.  I should have just got a different room that night instead of staying and listening to them, but I’d be damned for him to run me out of my room.  That’s why I probably can’t get those images out of my head.  I was hearing them in my fucking sleep.  Doesn’t that do things to your subconscious or something?  At least I got him good the next morning by calling the media anonymously to let them know what room Earnhardt was in with his new “bride.”  Slow grin crosses my face as I’m still not completely sure how they dealt with that one.  No matter what it takes he’s going to learn he can’t mess with me.  I’m still top dog at RCR and he’s going to realize that.

Look out the window again when the limo comes to a sudden stop and that’s when I finally catch sight of the hotel a block ahead.  For some reason traffic is stopped up ahead and I’m sick of waiting.  Push the button for the partition again and call out that I’m walking before opening the door.  Screw protocol.  I’m sick of feeling caged.  Slam the door against a half hearted protest from the driver and immediately start stalking down the sidewalk toward the hotel.  I don’t need to be chauffeured to the damn door.  It’s not like I’m an invalid.  I can walk.

Push my way through the crowded sidewalk when people get in my way and for once I don’t really mind this stinking city because everyone else seems to be doing the same thing.  I guess if you can’t be polite to people you don’t care if they aren’t to you.  Nice place they have here.  I wonder if I can talk D out of wanting to stay all day and just head straight to Daytona early.  It makes more sense.  Media day starts tomorrow first thing and I’d so much rather be lazing around in my coach than be dressed up and paraded around the city.  Surely the girls have had enough of it by now.

Pass by the doorman to the hotel with a wave and head straight for the elevator.  Check my watch and see it’s only a little after noon.  Good.  She should still be here.  Surely she can let the goddess wait long enough to give her husband a little attention.  I did bring them all the way to New York after all.  Not to mention she still owes me for missing Vegas.  Is it really wrong of me to be wanting a little afternoon delight?  Slow smile crosses my face as I hit the button for the eighteenth floor.  It’s time for things to turn around and now is as good a time as any.

Drum my fingers on the hand rail in the elevator until it finally reaches my floor and I’m out the door before it’s even all the way open.  Hurry down the hall and I can see Athena’s door is cracked.  Good, they’re still here.  Reach into my pocket for my card key and slip it in the slot to open the door and I don’t believe it.  Something’s finally going right.  D’s here and she’s alone.  About damn time.  Close the door quietly behind me as she sorts through the bags on the table by the window and move quietly across the room.  Slide my arms around her waist from behind and nuzzle her neck, smelling the sweet scent of vanilla that’s always just “D.”

“Hello gorgeous,” I purr against her ear and kiss along the column of her neck.  “Max out any credit cards while I was gone?”  Slip a hand under the front of her blouse and across the warm, sweet heat of her stomach.  Damn, I can’t remember the last time we’ve gone so long.

“You’re back early,” she replies simply and pushes at my hand as she reaches to sort through another bag.  So that’s how she’s gonna play it?  No matter.  I know how to push all her buttons.  Press flush up against her back so she can feel my need through my thin dress pants and slowly start to creep my hand upwards from her stomach.

“Mmmm maybe that’s because I missed you so much.”  Smirk at the soft snort she makes and tighten my arms around her.  “Maybe I couldn’t stop thinking about my sexy wife out on the town, spending all my money.”

“You’re so full of shit,” she snorts at me again but I can hear the smile on her lips.  Slide my left hand up, brushing it lightly over her breast, thumb slowly sliding over her nipple as my other hand simultaneously moves down between her legs.  Hear her gasp as I pull her back against me and kiss along her jaw when she tilts her head back against my shoulder.  “Keeevin,” she protests breathily, one hand weakly trying to push mine away but I’m not having any of it, not when I can already feel her responding to my touch.

“That’s me, baby.  Here I thought you’d forgotten.”  Rub my hand hard over the front of her soft wool pants and I feel her arch up on her toes.  That’s right beautiful, you know you can’t resist me.  Fondle her breast in my hand and then roll her hardened nipple between my thumb and fingers just the way I know she likes.  Hear another soft protest but I swallow it with my kiss as I turn her in my arms.  Continue my teasing onslaught as I move her against the table and then pick her up to set her on the edge.

“Kevin…don’t…,” she whispers under her breath but I know better.  Her hands are already curling in my shirt and I know that look in her eyes.  She doesn’t want me to stop any more than I want to.  Slide my hands to her hips and then pull her blouse up and over her head all in one motion.  She starts to protest again until I bend her back over the bags and attack her breasts through the thin silk of her bra.  I’m rewarded with a low moan as I tug lightly at her nipple with my teeth and her legs spread wide as I run my hands down her sides.  Move to suck at her other breast, soaking the thin fabric and unfasten her pants before sliding my hand inside.

“Don’t what, D?”  Slip my fingers under the matching silk of her panties and glide them over her wet heat.  “Don’t do this?”  Watch the desire spread across her face as I rub two fingers over her clit and I swear in moments like this she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.  See her breath catch in her throat and I don’t give her a chance to answer as I kiss her again, sweeping my tongue through her mouth as I slide my fingers lower to slip inside her hot body as my thumb keeps working her clit.  She’s trembling in my arms now and I know she won’t last much longer.  Wrap my free arm tight around her so she has some support and drink down her cry when it comes.  “That’s my girl.”

Kiss down her neck as she tries to catch her breath and I slowly start to move both my hands to her waist.  I’m already so hard for her I can barely stand it.  Try to lift her hips to push her pants down but her hands cover mine to stop me. “Kevin, no, no time.  Athena…she’s waiting.”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.  Try again to push her pants down but she squirms to stop me.  “D, c’mon.  She can wait.”  Block her against the table with a hand on either side of her as she slides to her feet and I attempt to kiss her again but she dodges my touch.  “She can wait,” I tell her again and then a slow smirk crosses my face as I walk that dangerous line she and I always do and tease, “Or better yet…why don’t you just ask the goddess to come in here and join--”

The sound of the slap rings out before I can even process the pain blooming across my cheek.  Blink in surprise as she slips under my arm and picks up her blouse from the floor.  Watch in stunned silence as she pulls it on and fastens her pants as if nothing happened at all.  “DeLana--”

She spins quickly to face me and cuts me off with a stony glare.  “Don’t you dare go there Kevin.  After everything you pulled don’t you dare try to drag her into--

“What?  Us?”  Push hard off the table and shift uncomfortably from my unsated desire.  “What the hell DeLana?  How long is she going to dictate our lives?  Clint’s a dick, ok?  That’s not my fault.”

“Of course it is!  If you hadn’t had to play your stupid games none of this--

A knock at the door silences us both and we both look over in unison as we hear the muffled voice ask if D’s ready to go.  How the fuck did this happen?  Why the fuck is this happening?  When am I going to get my wife back?

“I’ll be there in just a minute ‘Thena,” she calls out and then turns back to glare at me as she smoothes her blouse.  “We’ll talk about this later,” she tells me in a hushed tone and I still can’t believe it.  Watch as she turns away and I reach out to grab her arm.

“D, wait.  Are you really just going to leave me…like this?”  Stare at her and I can’t believe this is the same woman who was so willing in my arms just a minute ago.  Feel her eyes run over my body and she can’t, she just can’t leave me for Athena, again.  But then I know.  I know that look on her and I know her fucking mind is made up.

“Be ready by six.  We’re going to dinner at that place Ingrid told us about.”  Stand motionless as she leans closer to give me a peck on the cheek.  “We’ll talk later.”  Feel her hand lightly caress my cheek and I still don’t react.  “Love you.”  And then she’s gone, heading for the door and off for a girls’ afternoon without me.  God I hate my fucking life.

Turn around to see the packages still on the table and sweep my hand across it, knocking half of them on the floor.  I hear something heavy hit the floor and part of me hopes nothing broke because I know I’ll hear all about it later.  Fuck it.  I hope whatever it was did break.  It would suit her right.  Check my watch and see I still have another half hour before I have to make some media phone calls so I shake out of my jacket, letting it fall to the floor, and head over to the bed.  D isn’t the only one who can waste money.  Plop down on the bed and unfasten my pants before reaching for the remote.  I’ve got several hours.  I wonder how much of a porn bill I can rack up between now and then.

I swear, someone is really going to pay for this.  I just need to decide who.

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