Disclaimer: *Drum Roll* and the survey says...to dick with it, you know where I stand on this matter.

A/N: I had quite a time trying to nail this puppy down, so many directions it wanted to run in. But I'm happy with the collar and leash I finally managed to get on it. Oh! And I almost forgot to warn you...the Jane POV is all fired up! *cough*

The Venetian Resort Hotel And Casino, Las Vegas

"Ma! This has got to stop." I whine into my cell phone. "I'm thirty nine years old as of today."

Why is it so hard for this woman to grasp the notion that being the equivalent of a breeder dog will never be a life goal for me?

"But I want a grandchild." I listen to her huff in my ear.

I punch the bed that I'm sitting on, "Ma! Tommy managed to knock up some willing chick, you've got a grandchild now."

Mr. I'm-So-Using-Condoms-From-Now-On. Ewww...fucking moron!

"I know that, I'm not senile. Besides, motherhood would look so good on you Janie." I roll my eyes at my nickname and the not very subtle start of a guilt trip.

"Well, I don't want to be knocked-up." I state while rubbing my forehead, because my head is starting to hurt. "And I thank my lucky stars that I'm married to woman and I don't have to worry about that happening anymore."

I hear my mother inhale sharply, "But you're not getting any younger..."

I interrupt, "Do you hear yourself?" I interrupt sounding dejected and frustrated. "You sound like a man; something you were so worried your non-girly daughter was becoming. I mean seriously Ma, what about what I want?"

Angela sighs, "Janie, I only want you to be happy."

Her standard reply. God can't she see how happy I am? Anymore happiness should be deemed illegal and why isn't that enough for her? It's my life after all. I lean back all the way until my head thuds against the headboard.

"Ma, I love you but I've heard it for long enough." I say quietly. "And I refuse to feel guilty. So please don't keep trying to make me feel that way-obligated I mean."

My mother tries to mute her sniffles and hopefully the next words out of my mouth will stop this conversation for now anyway.

"Listen, I didn't want to have this conversation over the phone." I say tiredly. "But you just push and push; you don't know when to stop."

My mother finally falls silent since I've been on the phone with her. It's weird when she does that; like she's mastered another way of making me feel guilty without her nagging words.

"I'm going to go now Ma." I say gently, waiting for her to tell me goodbye. "Ma, are you still there?"

I hear my mother choke back a sob. "I'm sorry for pushing you and for ruining your birthday."

Fuck a lawn gnome! She apologized.

I run my hand through my hair, "It's okay Ma. My birthday isn't over yet." I hear Maura shutting off the shower in the huge fuckin' bathroom. "I gotta go now, so goodnight and I still love you Ma."

"I still love you too Janie." My mother replies and I hear the smile in her voice.

But this conversation is nowhere near finalized-it's just on pause. I dread going back home when she will no doubt start it up again.

The Next Day...

Las Vegas Motor Speedway, Exotic's Racing School

The sounds of screeching tires, the aroma of premium unleaded and burning rubber fills the air. What a great way to celebrate my birthday. I look out at the track before me; it's littered with skid marks of all causes-burnouts, hard turns, brake checks and the I flat out lost control of my ride for a bit kind. It's a perfect day for this, bright blue sky as far as my eyes can see and since it's the desert it's hot, but with no humidity. Still, if Giovanni was here and said I look hot I would take it literally. I'm wearing the bright red racing shoes that Maura bought for me and an equally red racing suit to match. I have my mirrored aviators on to block the sun's glare. With a smile I watch the other drivers doing 180's, 360's; basically all the cool shit on the infield. And on more than a few occasions I hear the squeal of delight from said fellow speed junkies that carry over the roar of their engines.

I'm comfortably slouched, sitting on the low retainer wall in the shade of pit row waiting on my ride. But overall the ruckus I've been listening to for the last fifteen minutes I hear a engine roar approaching me and its high-pitched and unmistakably supercharged. I turn in the direction of the sound to see a Enzo Ferrari rolling in; its streamlined perfection is distorted by the heat coming up off the asphalt. It stops smoothly beside me, its V-12 engine idling like a jet. Then the dark tinted window whirs down.

"How much?" Maura asks smiling while running her eyes all over me.

I will never get tired of her checking me out or the fact that her attempts at humor keeps getting better and better.

I smirk while crossing my arms over my chest, "Aren't you funny today Dr. Speed."

Maura smiles wider, "I believe that was a very funny joke. So..." She revs the engine. "What do you think?"

I have to fuck with her a bit, it's expected.

"It's teal Maur." I reply, uncrossing my arms and gesturing towards the car.

She looks taken a back, "What's wrong with this color? I happen to like it." That cute surprised look on her face is priceless and I bite back my smile as she continues. "And its color scheme doesn't change the facts: 660 horsepower, 485 foot pounds of torque and it will do zero to sixty in 3.6 seconds." Maura states emphatically.

"I'm just messing with you, " I retort smiling while tying my hair up into a pony tail. "Now let me behind the wheel of this beautiful teal pasta rocket."

Maura cocks her head to the side. "Pasta rocket?"

I laugh while opening the driver's side door. "It's slang for this fantastic speed machine that was made in Italy; the motherland of pasta." Damn! These gullwing doors are just badass!

Maura steps out of the car; she is wearing matching blue racing gear. This woman has such a compulsion to match and I bet my sweet ass that even her underwear is blue too, but sometimes she doesn't bother to wear any. Some nonsense about panty-lines.

"I get it now Jane and Italy is also your motherland so to speak."

"Yes it is Maur." I retort sarcastically and then I cross my index and middle fingers together. "Me and this car are like this."

She gives me a megawatt smile and laughs, "Should I be worried that you two fiery Italian women will go behind my back to have an illicit, yet quick affair?" Maura retorts lowering her voice as she shrugs her shoulders playfully.

I laugh loudly. "Good one." I push my sunglasses up in my hair. "But how do you know this car is female, it could be male?" I tease as I step past her to slide into the driver's seat.

Hot damn! This thing is far too sexy inside to be anything other than female. I adjust the seat back further and then I slide my hands over the supple leather bound steering wheel.

Maura clears her throat. "Would you two like some privacy or would it be acceptable if I watch?"

I snort, "You're very funny today, but no I don't need any more time to feel her up." I say while winking at Maura. "So get in and let's see what she can do."

She shakes her head at me and shuts the door. I revv the engine as Maura walks around the front of the car which prompts a wry sexy smirk from her. I reach over and grab the racing seatbelts, the cam locks right above a person's crotch. I bet the guys just love it when the harness puts the squeeze on their junk.

Maura opens the passenger door and I watch as she gracefully lowers herself into the leather seat. Is wrong I'm as turned on as this car?

I smile as I pull my sunglasses back down over my eyes, "Buckle up Dr. Isles."

I watch Maura aligning the many buckles into the cam-lock system, "Need some help?" I ask but instead of waiting for an answer I reach over; as much as my harness will allow, and pull the belt between her legs tight and snap the lock. I hear Maura gasp and I repress the smile and laugh that wants to spring free.

I lean back over in my seat and rev the engine one more time as I hit the paddle shifter putting this sexy Italian teal beast into first. We take off like a bat outta hell. Eat your heart out Meatloaf!

I hear Maura gasp again over the incredible purr of the V-12 engine behind me when I upshift into third and take our first turn on the track. The force and power of the car is amazing. The torque alone is pressing me into the seat and I steal a glance at the speedometer. 112...not bad. A stupid smile spreads across my face.

I hit the paddle shift again as we round the turn to transition into the straight stretch. 142...God this is like some seriously good sex! Unfortunately, all the cars have a speed default on it as my instructor informed me yesterday; meaning I won't be able to put this kitten in sixth gear. Still this is nothing less than exhilarating and as I downshift into the final high banked turn I almost feel like I'm floating. Then I upshift again to put her in fifth and the feeling of being pressed into the seat is back. I scream in delight and right after I hear another scream; one also borne of unbridled joy from the person riding shotgun. I smile even wider. We cross the finish line at one hundred and forty nine miles per hour. I gradually decelerate; downshifting as I do, and the car's engine winds down like an airplane after it touches down on the tarmac. I glance over at Maura as we turn down back onto pit road. Needless to say she's doing some serious heavy breathing but with a huge smile on her face.

I laugh, "Was it good for you too?"

Maura chuckles, "Yes Jane...definitely but something was lacking for me." She replies breathily.

I love where this is headed. "And what's that Maur?" I ask lowering my voice as the car rolls to a stop and I kill the engine.

I unlock my racing harness and remove my sunglasses; placing them on the dash as I turn in the seat to face Maura. She looks like she's ready to pop. I give her my crooked smile.

"Your hands on me instead." She says making eye contact with me.

This has already been on hell of a birthday and good God I already feel lucky; never mind getting lucky again.

"What happened to: Jane, I am not having Colt 45 in the car with you?" I retort mimicking her voice playfully while popping the lock on her racing harness.

"Coitus." She corrects smirking and I flinch at the word, "And that was months ago. I was very disappointed with you at the time. Now I'm just painfully aroused and no one can see us or hear us, also your prurient comments have only increased my..."

I silence her with a brief kiss, "What does prurient mean?" I ask seductively into her parted lips.

I know what that word means-lustful-but I love baiting her into Google sex speak. Playing dumb can be fun!

"It means excessively lustful." Maura replies before her mouth is on mine again.

Her hands immediately go to my hair and she pulls out my hair tie forcefully. I smile against her lips as I absently reach up to her collar to untether the Velcro and then I grab the zipper and yank it down. Maura moans before her tongue slides in my mouth. I run my hand down over her undershirt; grazing her breasts along the way until I hit the bottom of her shirt. Moving my hand underneath, I run my fingers along her smooth stomach and she inhales sharply at the contact.

"Jane please don't tease me anymore right now." Maura says breathlessly into our kiss.

"I'm not teasing." I reply kissing along her jawline. "I'm savoring the moment."

My mouth and hands move lower and she moans again when I drag my tongue against her pulse point. My fingers have found the top of her lacey underwear, so I dip my hand inside them. To hell wondering about the color now. I don't have any words to describe the wetness my wife has produced on my account. And as I run my fingers through her length she grinds herself down against my hand. I run my tongue back up her neck while I slide two of my fingers in. I feel her muscles contract and start trying to pull me in deeper. I moan loudly at the feeling and bury my face in her neck to inhale her scent. I lose myself listening to her labored breaths that are in time with my long, slow strokes over and over again. I can ever hear the squishing sound every time I move in and out of her. But then when I position my thumb to rub into her pearl with every thrust I start to really feel her body racing to its climax.

Kissing under Maura's ear I hoarsely whisper, "Come for me." And then I increase my strokes to short and quick; it doesn't take long. She whimpers but then I feel her clench around my fingers hard. I kiss her deeply and swallow her moan. I feel her continue to spasm around my fingers so I slow down and break our kiss so she can breathe better. Without moving away I rest my forehead against her's and let my fingers go still inside her.

"Did you?" Maura asks but the rest of the sentence trails off with her breathy voice.

Her body relaxes and I ease my fingers out of her and bring them up to my mouth. God I love that taste. I look at Maura as I clean my fingers. She looks so relaxed; her head back against the headrest with her eyes closed and a small smile playing on her lips.

I chuckle lightly, "Yes I did and if you don't believe me you can look at the evidence in my underwear when we get back to the hotel." I reply using my best sexy voice.

Maura eyes flutter open, "Careful, I just might demand that proof of evidence." She retorts as she leans forward and then reaches up to cover my cheeks with her hands.

"You'd better make that demand from me later."

Maura smiles and then leans in to kiss me and this kiss is all about the love. I lean away from Maura reluctantly after an untold amount of time passes during that kiss.

I smile as I hit the engine start button, "One more time around the track but not so fast this time?" I ask looking at Maura hopefully.

She smiles and shakes her head 'yes' as she zips her suit back up and then re-fastens her racing harness. I chuckle as l grab my harness and snap it in place. I bet the car guys will love cleaning up after the two hot lesbians. I laugh louder at the thought; revv the engine and then drop it into first. We peel out of pit row once again leaving black marks and smoke behind us.

Soundtrack:"Fire Woman", "She Sells Sanctuary" by The Cult & "Rosemary" by Deftones

A/N 2: This is my last Jane POV peeps, and I tried to make it fun/epic. The two more remaining volumes with Maura will wrap up this sequel. I hope you've had fun so far, I know I have.