He grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched a car speed around the bend. “As long as I get to drive.”
Johnny kissed the top of my head. “I’m going to let you two kids have some fun. I’m going to clear out my office.”
I reached out, touching Johnny’s arm. “I wanted to talk to you about that,” I said, hoping he’d say yes.
“I’m all ears.”
“I want you to stay on here and work with me,” I told him, stroking his arm.
“I’d love to, kid. I want to spend more time at home, but I’ll be here to help with anything you need.”
“Johnny, you’re the last link I have to my dad. This course has been yours since before I was born. It wouldn’t be right not to have you here. You have a place here, with me, for as long as you want.”
“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, Race,” he said and hugged me tightly.
Resting my head on his chest, I imagined that my father was hugging me, like he had so many times in this place. The familiar sounds and smells brought me back to my childhood.
“Thanks, Johnny,” I mumbled into his chest, trying to hold on to the memory of my father.
“You two be careful out there, you hear?” he said as he released me, glancing between Morgan and me.
“We will be, sir,” Morgan replied.
“Are you ready to have some fun?” I asked Morgan, shaking with excitement.
Morgan didn’t look so sure as he glanced back at the track.
“Should I call an EMT to be on standby in case he,” Johnny said in my ear, motioning at Morgan, “has a heart attack out there?” He laughed quietly, causing me to giggle.
“He’ll be fine,” I told him, looking over at Morgan. “Once I get him out there, he’ll relax.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Morgan asked, walking toward us.
“Nothing.”
“Liar,” he growled, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I pulled our bodies toward the stairs, unable to wait another minute to get behind the wheel. “Come on, sissy. Let’s get on that track.”
He brushed his lips against my forehead. “Show me what makes you tick, princess.”
“Hold on to your pants, big boy. I’m about to blow your mind,” I teased him, patting his belly as we walked down the steps.
“I’d rather you blow something else,” he said as he glanced down at his crotch.
“If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll reward you,” I teased as I let my hand slide down his back and squeezed his ass.
He peered down at me, blocking the sun from my eyes with his size. “Baby, I eat your pussy every day and you’re still a pain in the ass.”
“I allow you the pleasure of tasting me because I love you. Feel lucky, big boy,” I teased him as we set foot on the track next to the waiting car.
“I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world,” he muttered as he stopped next to me, looking over the sleek, sexy red car in front of us.
I patted his stomach. “You are.”
“I’m driving, right?” he asked, running his hand along the hood.
“You are,” I said, letting him go to walk around the vehicle. “I’ll be with you. I’m going to teach you everything you need to know.”
