I hugged him closer. “The sponsorship fell through, and with Daytona so close, they’re having a heck of a time finding someone else.”
“What about your father?” He combed his fingers through my hair. “He sponsored your late model in high school. Maybe he could do it again. Just for one race.”
I shook my head. “I don’t... Wait, Ez, that’s brilliant.”
“Really?” He sounded surprised.
I nodded. “Yes, really.” I climbed to my feet, grabbing him around the waist and swinging him around, causing him to squeal with laughter. “It’s one race. Dad could totally do it. He always told me if I needed help with anything, I could ask.” I placed him back on to his feet.
“Um, Seth might be able to do the graphics.”
“Say what now?”
Ezra rolled his eyes. “He’s super talented. Don’t look at me like that, boo. He’s really into drawing and stuff. I bet if I asked him, he’d do it.
“I mean, he probably hates me.” I didn’t want Seth anywhere near Ezra.
He snorted. “Please, he doesn’t hate anyone. He’ll do it, trust me. He likes watching NASCAR now because of me. So, if you get your dad to sponsor you and have Seth to do the graphics, you’d be all set.”
I kissed him before he could say anything else. Pressed my mouth against his soft lips until he squirmed against me, his hard cock mashed up against my leg.
“Ezra, you’re so amazing. Thank you, boo, I just... Let’s shower and eat and then get on that plane. I want to fuck you again. Can I do that in the shower?”
“Baby, you don’t have to ask,” he reminded me. “Just take me.”
I kissed him again. “Come on.” I grabbed his hand to drag him into the bathroom, feeling better about the phone call than I had five minutes ago.
Chapter Sixteen
Carson
Two days later, I pacedaround the Tavern as my stomach clenched and nerves riddled my body. I was so worried about this meeting between Watts, Killian, and my father that I felt sick to my stomach. I don’t know why. Everyone loved my dad. He was easygoing, laid back, and likeable. This was going to go great. They were going to get along swimmingly; the contract would get signed, and I would have a sponsor. Drive in another Daytona 500, get an awesome finish, and secure more sponsors. I just had to get through this part first.
“CC.” Ezra’s voice called to me from across the room. “You’re wearing a hole in the floor, baby.”
I turned to look at him as he beckoned to me with his hands. Things between us had been more than perfect since we returned home. I was practically living with Ezra now, and even though I hadn’t told my parents about us, I think my mother suspected what was going on. I couldn’t get enough of my boyfriend. It was like he had opened something up inside of me and now all I wanted to do was be inside of him morning, noon, and night. I woke up, I needed him. Ezra smiled at me, I wanted him, and when he kissed me? Forget it. There was a hunger inside of me that was never filled.
