Traces of Possession

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Summary: Possession is nine-tenths of the law. What about the other tenth?

AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: R
SERIES/SETTING: If I’d Never Known Your Love
CHARACTERS: DeLana Harvick, Kevin Harvick, DeLana POV
COMPLETED: February 12, 2008
WORDS: 1,929
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: The muses need to stop deserting me in the middle of things. Here’s the next installment. Sorry for the wait and I know I’m still behind. I’m getting there.
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Kernersville, North Carolina – January 7th, 2008

It’s hard to ignore Junior when he’s plastered across the headlines. Even harder when he’s been fucked all over your house. From the living room to the kitchen, all over the guest bedrooms and our home offices, there’s hardly a place left untouched. I think Kevin even plastered him across the trophy room and made him scream the house down.

It’s the first time we’ve brought anyone to the house. We don’t normally do things this way. We’ve always met them elsewhere. Less complications and less chance of being…exposed to the greater NASCAR community. Our lifestyle isn’t exactly looked well upon.

I’m surprised Kevin even dared take a chance on Junior. We’ve heard the rumors and he’s laid back enough to have an open mind if we’d ever gone to him with our lifestyle. We just never did. I know Junior’s not going to be like all the others. I don’t know what Kevin did at the Christmas party but he’s damn determined to keep Junior ours. Though “ours” is a relative term. I didn’t even touch Junior till Christmas night.

We usually spend Christmas night with my family, doing the usual big dinner and gift exchange. Not this year, instead Kev dragged us home with some mumbled excuse I didn’t hear. I didn’t like the look on Momma’s face as we left. All our family is here, but Christmas time without Daddy is still hard on her. But what happened next completely consumed me for the rest of the night.

We made a quick stop at home where Kevin flashed me a smile and told me I’d enjoy what he had planned. I don’t know how he knew, but we got to Junior’s house just as he was coming back from his own Christmas plans.

He was surprised to see us, but being the gentleman that he is, invited us in for a drink. Kevin didn’t let Junior get far once we stepped inside. He pinned him against the door and kissed him breathless, drawing moans from him like a well played cello. What I remember most is his wide eyes locking with mine once he’d composed himself. I gave him my best Harvick smile and smiled even more when he shivered.

Kevin pulled him out the door protesting about tradition and interrupting our Christmas, but I don’t think Kevin even heard a word. His mind was too busy with thoughts of the night ahead. We brought him home and took him to our bed where I finally got to touch. To possess and own and show Junior I’m just as bad as my husband.

I have to admit reducing an Earnhardt to nothing but a mess of nerve endings and sated desire is something unique. It’s why I can almost understand Kevin’s spazzing over Junior heading down to Daytona unannounced today. I don’t share his worry of Clint making a play. He hasn’t shown any inclination to swing that way other than the Christmas bet which was all Kevin’s idea in the first place.

I’ve never seen Kevin act this way over anyone else. It’s amusing. Glance toward the door and wonder where in the house the spazzy one has disappeared to. He’d usually have made an appearance by now. I bet he’s harassing Junior’s voicemail with messages.

As lovely as Junior is, he’s just another in a long line. Forget those blue eyes that can kindle with the same possessive fervor as I see in Kevin’s. Forget those rough hands sliding over my skin; possessive, gentle, erotic. Forget the shy innocence in the bedroom from the renowned ladies’ man. Surprised and wide eyed when we introduce new things to him. It makes me want to corrupt him even more.

I have to forget all of that because he’s just like the others. We’ll tire of him soon enough or he’ll tire of us. Close my eyes and try not to see overwhelmed blue eyes as he falls over the edge, taking us both with him. Hand against my mouth as I try not to imagine the taste of his lips. Jump slightly as an arm slides around my waist and a low purr rolls against my ear, “You thinking of him, lovely? You want him as bad as I do?”

Lean back against Kevin and turn my head to rest against his shoulder. “Only thing I want is you.” Curl my arm around his and breathe him in. He’s been my husband for coming on seven years and I wouldn’t give him up for anyone else. Our lifestyle’s not about being “free to cheat.” It’s about enjoying life to the fullest with each other. “We haven’t told him much of anything.”

“I know. You think we should?” His thumb brushes against the plane of my stomach. It’s always in the small ways he shows he loves me. The day those touches stop is when I have to worry. Even with all we’ve been through, everyone we’ve invited to our bed, that’s never changed.

Turn in his arms and gaze at him. “We’ve kept him wrapped up in a whirlwind for two weeks. Don’t you think it’s time we explained some things to him? .” Move my hands up his arms to hold his shoulders. “He’s different, Kevin.” Raise a finger to his lips to keep him from speaking as I continue, “And not just because he’s Dale Junior. You’re treating him different.”

“So? He’s been a challenge that needs more breaking in.” He shoots me that favored grin of his but after all this time I see right through it.

“You’ve taken ‘possession’ to a whole new level even for us. I don’t want you forgetting he can slip away  like all the rest.” Stare at him in surprise as he growls low. He doesn’t even realize how different this is. He’s acting on instinct, like always, damn him. Why do I have to be the rational one?

“He’s ours,” he snarls with such ferocity I’m surprised he’s not already on a plane down to Daytona. Rub my hands down his arms, he needs to see sense. We can’t keep him in the dark. He’s an Earnhardt. He’s not going to stand by and let things happen without good reason. We saw it last year. He was done with Teresa and all her bullshit and look where he is today. Here, at RCR, with us.

“We haven’t told him anything, Kevin. He’s not like us, he doesn’t know. He’s going to have questions about what this means and where it’s going…and where it’s not.” Bite my lip and gaze into his eyes, hoping he’ll understand what I’m getting at. “We don’t know him. We can’t predict how he’ll react.”

“I know him!” Sometimes he really does act like he’s three. Roll my eyes, of course they know each other. They’re on-track “friends,” but don’t do anything other than that. Lives too separate and Junior’s kept too busy with all the demands placed on him. I don’t blame him for wanting to stick close to his “posse.”

Shake Kevin lightly and grab his chin, “Yeah, you do, but tell me, what’s the best way to calm him down when he’s pissed off and out of control?” Arch an eyebrow at his silence which only makes him go sulky with a glower in his eyes and a down twist to his mouth. Hug him around the waist and say, “He won’t want to be with us forever. You know that right? He’s always on about finding that one woman for him. It’s time to let him know we know that too. .”

“Okay, I will,” he says in a low voice as he reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “But I still want to make him ours for the time being.” His voice grows softer as he leans down to press a kiss against my forehead, his hands coming to rest upon my shoulders. “He’ll only ever need us.”

Move my hands over his wrists and look at him, “Don’t talk in absolutes you don’t know will come true. He’s an Earnhardt. He’s not looking for anything permanent any more than we are.” Squeeze his wrists and hope to God he starts to see some sense. Getting swept I can understand, but all this other stuff needs to stop.

I can see the realization crawling in on the outsides of his eyes. He can’t go on living in his dream world. If he truly wants to keep him for more than a few weeks, wants him for us both, he needs to stop pretending things can go on like this. “Talk to him, don’t just pounce him every chance you get.”

Cup his cheek gently and brush my thumb along his cheekbone, saying softly, “I’m sure he enjoys the sex, but there’s going to come a point where that’s not going to be enough. You need to talk to him if you want this to be more than a preseason fling.” If he hasn’t reached that point already. Junior stopped letting himself be used by family ties. He’s not going to let himself be used through this hold Kevin has on him either. It’s all just a matter of when he’ll say enough’s enough.

“What if he wants things to stay like they are?”

“How does that lead to ‘keeping’ him?”

“It…just does.”

“Kevin.”

“I’ll talk to him, alright? He can’t resist us.” He gives me that grin again and he’s every inch the self-assured man I fell in love with. “You’ve seen how he is. He’s putty whenever we get near him.”

Return his grin with one of my own because he honestly is. All nervous and wary when we manage to get him cornered. He welcomes our touch when forced to it but then shies away when he’s had time to think. Look at Kev hard and cross my arms. “Kevin.”

He tugs at my hands until I give in and wraps me in his arms, sliding a kiss against my lips. “I’ll talk to him. Even make time to hang out with him. He’s not been made into an RCR boy yet.”

Laugh and shake my head at him because it’s all too easy. “He’s just been made into a Harvick boy?” Arch an eyebrow at him as I lose the battle against the smile tugging on my lips.

“Exactly.” Smack his shoulder as he looks all too smug while I try not to match his smirk with my own. Hug him around the waist and rest my chin against his chest as I gaze up at him. My husband. The man who I share everything with and with who I’m currently corrupting Dale Junior. It’s almost more than I can believe. A few more moments before he brushes another kiss against my lips and disentangles himself from me. “Think I’m gonna call Earnhardt. He’s gotta be bored by now, standing around watching the cars while he can’t do anything.”

“Try and behave.” The grin he shoots me does nothing to reassure me as he reaches for his phone and it’s not a surprise he has Junior’s number on speed dial. I wonder how he got it.

“Hey, June, what’re you wearing?” I hear him say as he walks out of the room. Shake my head, that really isn’t what I meant about talking to him, Kevin, but it’s a start. I have to hope it’s enough for now. Having Junior and keeping him are two very different things.

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