Unedited, I'm taking a different approach to how I write this story. I find myself so held back because I'm making sure its all right that I forget about telling the story. So this chapter, and many to come, are first drafts. Hope you don't mind, there are grammar and probably spelling issues. I'll do my best to minimize, but for the sack of the story this is a lot better for my mind.
"Good, again."
Myra bit back the words that crawled up her throat and scratched at the insides of her mouth. The short man just outside the ring, no stature to find imposing, no muscle to boast about, was pushing her further than she had been pushed in a long time and she was listening. No second guessing, just obeying. She shook out her arms and put her fists up, making sure to keep them in front of her face. She had started this two months ago, two months of toning and strength training. She could hear his direct orders in her head when she walked down the street, when she worked in the shop, when she crawled into bed.
She bounced around the mat, the young man across from her smiling. His hands were up and facing her, punching mats on them. This was her first time fighting with someone of his stature. He was massive, bulky, bulging. When he had stepped into the ring to begin with, she about fainted. To see him in mats instead of gloves was promising, but punching the mats when they were on one of the smaller boys was a lot different than when they were on his hands. She didn't back down though, using all the strength she had. He was a wall, and she was growing weak with every second.
With all the strength she had left, she reached out and punched, throwing his body back with each hit on his matted hands. Her surprise remained muted as she put her determination into action. His smile soon vanished as her strength was let loose, her eyes focusing deep on his face. When the boy backed into the ropes and dropped his hands, they stopped.
"Good. You're doing good." The old man slapped a hand down on the ring floor, smiling up at the two staring one another down.
Myra nodded her agreeance before dropping to her knees, arms down. Her body was shaking from head to toe, her legs feeling loose and airy. The boy across from her pressed against the ropes and dropped as well, a grin on his face. His shoulders were broad; his hair cut short, muscles clearly defined under his skin. But it wasn't a lot, tastefully so, and she found herself blushing as his grin grew even larger.
"Ok, Myra let's call it a day. Luke, you can go back to David now. Thank you."
The boy nodded and picked himself up, sliding out of the pin and heading back to the other side of the gym.
After she showered and redressed, Myra headed back out and took a seat at the bus stop, waiting for the 10 AM drop to come around. She had asked Dom for a car a week ago, and he said he would look, but there weren't results just yet. It wouldn't be any car, and it would do more than she expected so she wouldn't complain. Patience was a virtue after all. She dug through her bag for a piece of gum, her stomach growling. Breakfast would be light when she got to the shop, Mia would chatter her head off since it was a Saturday, and everything would be right in the world.
"Looks like someone is hungry." He dropped down on the bench beside her, smelling of aftershave and old spice. She breathed in his fresh shower smell and gave him a small nod and smile. "I'm Luke."
"I know." He furrowed his brows and chuckled at her words. "I'm Myra."
"I know." An echo of her own snotty comment, they both laughed and grinned. He examined her in those fleeting moments, watching the way her eyes creased at the laugh, the way her body shifted slightly towards him. Running a hand through his hair he decided. "Come on. I'll buy you brunch." He rose from the bench and waved for her to follow, not giving her much chance to oppose. Myra watched his retreating figure confused, eyes bouncing down the road as if hoping the bus would be there. She didn't take handouts well, but maybe it would be ok. Glancing back at Luke she shrugged, picking herself up and following after him.
"No one says brunch these days, kid." She grinned, taking stride beside the hulk.
"I assure you, I ain't no kid."
She thanked him for the food and the ride, closing the door to his 1959 El Camino, still marveling over the beauty of his car. His father had given it to him, he had told her, just before he died. Giving Luke one last wave she turned around and headed into the garage.
Dom waved as she walked in, giving her a brief smile before returning his eyes to the engine in front of him. Vince was buried in the car that the engine belonged to, sitting pretty on the floor right where it belonged.
"Where have you been all morning?" Mr. T slid out from under a baby blue 87 Chevy Pickup, a drop off from Lenny just down the street. The truck was a classic, but he had updated it with everything that belonged in 95, so it was ruined.
"Boxing. Extra sessions to build up the strength."
At the sound of her voice Vince slid out from under his car, a grin plastered on his face. Myra returned the gesture and stepped over to him, sinking down onto the floor and sitting Indian style beside his legs. He beaconed her forward with a finger and she rolled her eyes, leaning in to give him the kiss he so desired. With a quick hand, he pulled her on top of him, getting a startled shriek out of her before kissing her deeply.
When she couldn't find air anymore she parted from him, pressing her forehead to his, her hand on his chest steadying her tired body. "What was that for?"
"You're too clean, had to dirty you up."
Myra scrunched her nose, tracing her free fingers over his hand that sat on her cheek. When she pulled away she found her fingers black with grease. She once again rolled her eyes at him and grunted. But the smile won out as she gave him one more quick peck before rising and heading to the office to work.
The day went by quickly as she sank herself into the paperwork. It was the day before big orders and she had to make sure the inventory was correct. That meant going through all the past slips and marking off what the guys had been using and double checking with the shelves. It was a task easily kept up with before she started boxing but as of late it was becoming a little more stressful than normal.
She nibbled on the eraser as she tried to make out Dom's chicken scrawl, not sure if he was trying deliberately to make her life harder by just drawing a wiggly line for letters. She'd ask him but he had headed home already, taking Letty and Mia with him. Mr. T had headed down to the track to finalize his enrollment for the races and she was sure Leon and Jessy had said their goodbyes before heading out.
"Hey."
She looked up to see Vince, smiling slightly as he leaned against the doorframe. With a hum of happiness Myra picked herself up and walked over to him, tossing her pencil on the desk. Placing both hands on his chest lightly she leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping her arms up around his neck slowly. With each passing second the kiss intensified, his hands dropping down to her waste. He began to walk her back, his foot catching the door and pushing it closed as her butt pressed against the desk.
When they broke for air she pushed herself up onto the surface, Vince stepping forward quickly to capture the space in-between her legs. His hands were under her shirt in no time as he laid soft kisses along her neck and down her chest. Each peck set her tired body on fire as he pushed her shirt up and off her body. He slid a tongue along the exposed skin of her breast, his fingers kneading them through the fabric of her bra. As she was sure he was going to remove that too he surprised her by dipping down further, running hands to her pants and kisses to her toned stomach.
"Vince what are you – "
"Shhhh baby. Let me make you happy." His words tumbled over her stomach as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Undoing her pants slowly he watched her eyes, seeing the haze in them as her lust built. When he had her pants undone he tugged on them and she picked herself up off the desk for a second to slid them down.
She was exposed, her body shivering the chill of the office. Vince growled, his hands gripping her thighs before taking her knees and instructing her legs to drape over his shoulders. He kissed along the inside of her thigh, leaving traces of his warmth as he neared her core. Myra watched him ever so slightly before she couldn't focus anymore, her eyes closing and her head dropping back. When he reached her center she felt the quiver in the gut of her stomach. She hadn't felt this aroused in so long, her body all but begging him for the touch. It was soft, nips and licks, everything making her legs shake even more. Her arms were close to giving out and she felt herself dropping down to lay upon the desk. Her arms grabbed her own breasts as her back arched, Vince dipping a finger inside her.
"Talk to me baby." His voice was a whisper, her panting growing louder.
"So good." She couldn't combine the words properly, the scruff of his beard scraping on the sensitive skin. She wanted to shed every ounce of her close and feel that beard everywhere. She could feel her own trembles and she was sure he could too. The excitement of being touched finally, of so long since release was there. The quiver overtook her and when he plunged his finger inside her once more she felt the release in every muscle of her body.
"Well that was quick."
"Sorry, it's been a whi- "
"Don't you dare apologize." Vince picked himself up slowly, a lazy smile on his face. He leaned over her naked body, one hand reaching down to trace her folds. She felt her hips press into his touch as he kissed her on the mouth. "You taste so good. I've missed you."
"I want you inside me." She could feel his length pressed against her leg through his jeans. It had been longer since for the sex. He was patient and she appreciated it.
"You sure?" His voice was strained. She smiled, nodding as she caught his eye. "Here?"
"Where else?" She winked and he groaned, his hands instantly going to his pants and unhooking them to drop. He was out in a flash, his flesh pressing to hers as he captured her lips in another kiss. "Unhook my bra please."
"Not too cold?"
"I want to be naked."
"Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?"
"Shut up and strip me."
Vince followed orders, kisses peppering her skin as she sat up in front of him, completely in the nude. She reached out and took him in her hand, fingers ice cold on his warmth, he hissed. With a small persuasive tug, she had him pressed against her and in a matter of seconds he was guiding himself in. It wasn't the first time, but it felt special. Each thrust was done slowly, with care and timing. She wrapped her body around him as he plunged them into a swirl of pleasure. The sounds of the past didn't come up as she screamed out his name in the end, collapsing into his flesh as he did the same to her. The temperature of the room didn't touch their bubble of warmth.
"So we're going to a race?" Myra felt hesitant, her eyes looking up at Vince as he buttoned up his jeans. They had spent the night going at it against once they got back from the shop, and slept for a few hours before waking up to round three. Myra wasn't sure where she got the energy to crawl on top once again this morning, but the pleased grin on her man's face was enough to remind her to do that again tomorrow.
"It's a stock car race. Dom's dad has been doing them for years. Dom's not of age yet to race, so he does street racing, but next year he'll qualify and join his pops. This is the big finale."
"Should be fun."
"Yeah. As long as you keep your hands off of me." He winked.
"Please, I'm pretty sure you do all the touching."
"If I recall correctly a certain someone woke me up this morning with her pretty little mouth. A lot of touching if you – "
"We're even. Now let's go."
"Yes boss."
Myra took his hand and followed him upstairs where Letty, Jesse, and Leon were waiting. Dom was already down at the track, prepping his father for the big race, Mia with him. They all stared at one another for a moment before deciding to ride together, crawling into Letty's car, Myra in the back on Vince's lap. The ride was loud and obnoxious perusal and they unpacked themselves from the car when Letty finally parked. Vince took Myra's hand and lead her through the crowd, Leon close on their tail as they moved down towards the track. The race was just starting, Myra making out Dom just a few yards from them, pressed against the fence. Mia was beside him, her grin from ear to ear evident on her young face as she watched her father crawl around the corners with precision.
Myra watched Mr. T drive in a way she had never seen the man drive. She was instantly reminded of Dom's precession at the races, the cuts and the shifting seamless.
"This is what they call a super stock car race." Vince wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, whispering in her ear over the roar of the cards. Myra sank into his arms and nodded, watching as Mr. T rounded once again and flew past her. "It's a 200-mile race, and they're about a quarter of the way in. This is the finale too, last race of the year. Whoever wins this takes home 2 grand and bragging rights."
They watched as the cars circled again, Mr. T moving towards the front with each lap. Myra marveled at the beauty of the machine she had sat in just a month ago. He had suggested she drive it then and watching him now, she felt that that would only be a dream.
"You thirsty?"
"Yeah." She turned to smile up at Vince and he nodded, unwrapping his arms to retreat into the crowd. Myra watched him go before bumping her shoulder with Jesse, who was fixated on the rotation of the vehicles.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
"I was thinking that same thing."
She watched Mr. T come up on the next rotation, her eyes gleaming over the surface of the beautiful black paint job. He was pushing forward into the lead, lapping the main man and as he circled out wide and moved past her his front end moved out in front. He passed where Dom and Mia stood, moving down to the other end and coming up the stretch once again. When he was upon the next loop the sound grew loud.
Myra felt her heart jolt as she watched the car just on the inside of the ring bump into Mr. T. A small bump, insignificant at 30 miles per hour. As a hand landed on her waist to show her that he was back they all watched Mr. T's car throw up into the air and land in a spiral of metal and glass as it tumbled at break neck speeds across the road.
The roar of the crowd, the screams of panic as pieces of the car scattered among the people created a panic. Myra felt Vince's chest on her back as he pulled her back, her eyes catching the flames as they engulfed Charger.