Speakeasy Rider

The first time she saw him in the stands watching her practice, she almost swerved off the track. Jimmy Junior was the last person she expected to see there. How did he even know to come? Had Louise sent him, hoping to distract her? That was a distinct possibility. The joke was on her, though, because under her almost-boyfriend's watch, Tina performed better than ever before. Despite that first slip-up, she knew how to strut her stuff when she needed to. Even Sasha couldn't argue with those results.

Still, even though he showed up to watch her practice four days in a row, when she invited him to a late practice run the night before the Kingshead Island Grand Prix, she didn't really think he would be there. The thought of actually having him alone with her at the track, just the two of them and the moonlight, seemed too perfect to actually be possible. And yet there he was, leaning against the fence with the stopwatch, timing her laps since no one else was there to do it.

"Great run, Tina!" he told her, after she pulled over and climbed out of the kart. He watched as she took off her helmet and shook out her hair.

"Thanks," she answered, blushing lightly. She was so taken by the way he smiled at her, she forgot to ask him what her time was. "Want to help me put the kart away?"

The next thing she knew, Jimmy Junior had her pinned to the hood of the kart and their lips were locked together in a fiery kiss. Their tongues slid against each other and she couldn't even remember how they got in that position, but damn if it didn't feel right. The weight of him on top of her, the taste of his mouth, the soft sound of his groan as she pulled away to nibble at his ear, it was exactly what she wanted.

"You know, Sasha says your my good luck charm," she whispered to him as she rolled his earlobe between her teeth. "But I think you're the one who's about to get lucky."

He groaned louder at that and turned to catch her lips in another passionate kiss, beginning to grind himself against her. She was still wearing her racing suit over her normal clothes and he had on a light jacket over his regular outfit and suddenly it felt like there were entirely too many layers between them. He moved to shed his jacket and vest and she unzipped her suit and they were that much closer. Her hands roamed over his back as he leaned in to suck on her neck.

"Tina," he whispered her name against her skin, his voice soft and filled with longing, almost reverent. It made her heart skip a beat.

"Jimmy," she breathed out in return, her hands coming down to rest on his butt. His teeth grazed her skin harder and his fingers moved under her shirt while his hips bucked against hers, making her gasp. She urgently pulled at the waistband of his pants, trying to yank them down without bothering to undo his fly.

A few more seconds, and the remains of their clothes were scattered on the garage floor, forgotten. The kart wasn't exactly comfortable and her skin stuck to the surface, but the way his hands kneaded her breasts and the way he rubbed his erection against her made it all bearable. She dragged her nails down his back.

"I need you," she told him, and that was all the invitation he needed. Carefully, he moved between her legs and thrust into her, moaning along as she did.

They started slow but soon sped up, the fast pace fitting for the location, not that either of them were thinking about that. They were too full of each other. Her hands squeezed his ass while his mouth found hers again, his body leaning into hers heavily.

It only took a few more hard thrusts before he lost it, crying out her name as his orgasm hit, and that was all that was needed to bring her there as well.

The two of them held their positions as they panted, trying to recover. Jimmy Junior pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Will you come watch me race on Kingshead Island tomorrow?" she asked him after she caught her breath. He still hadn't moved off of her and she idly played with the hair at the nape of his neck while she waited for him to respond. Slowly, he lifted his head up to look at her.

"I can't," he told her, wincing slightly. "Dad has me bussing tables all day, and he'll kill me if I try to leave again." Tina sighed.

"That's okay," she said, frowning. He rested his forehead against hers.

"You don't need me there, you'll win for sure," he reassured her.

"And then we'll celebrate afterwards?" she asked, her arms tightening around him in a hug.

"Of course," he smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Win or lose-but most likely win-you and I will celebrate together."

"Good!" She grinned up at him and he grinned down at her before they both got up and started preparing to head home for the night. Tina had a big day ahead of her, and she needed to rest if she wanted to beat Louise, but with the way Jimmy Junior held her hand and walked her to the door and kissed her goodnight, she felt like she had already won.