“That so?” I asked with a smirk. I was gonna have fun giving him all kinds of shit for that.
Saylor smiled up at me, and the last shadow left her face enough that I could breathe again. I caught her chin, kissed her, and felt her soften against me the way she always did. The baby shifted under my palm, not a full kick, just a small movement, and it still hit me hard enough that I froze.
Saylor noticed immediately. “There he is.”
“He?” I asked, even though we’d both gone back and forth on whether we thought the baby was a boy or girl every other day since Cage confirmed everything looked good.
She shrugged, looking smug. “Today I think he.”
“Yesterday you thought girl.”
“Yesterday she kicked me in the ribs during a staff meeting, and I decided she was dramatic.”
“Our kid is definitely gonna be dramatic.”
“With you as the father? Stunning development.”
I lowered my mouth to her ear. “Careful, baby. Keep being mouthy and I’ll take you home after this race and keep it full.”
Her breath caught, her fingers tightening in my shirt, and damn if her reaction didn’t nearly make me forget every person standing within twenty yards. Her body still responded to me even more so pregnant. I felt the answering pull in my own body, my cock thickening despite the race suit.
The announcer called the racers toward staging, and Saylor’s eyes flicked to the track. “That’s you.”
“Yeah.”
“You focused?”
I looked down at her, letting my hand spread wider over her belly. “Always.”
She gave me a look.
I amended, “Focused enough.”
“That doesn’t sound reassuring.”
“It should. I do some of my best work distracted by you.”
Jana passed behind us in a fire suit, her helmet tucked beneath one arm. “He’s not lying. Men around here have been racing distracted since the first old lady showed up. It’s honestly a miracle any of them survive.”
Nitro appeared at her side, looking like he’d been summoned by the insult. “I heard that.”
“You were supposed to.”
He stared down at his wife, then glanced at me. “You ready, or are you gonna keep fondling your wife’s stomach until the starting grid files a complaint?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t make me regret helping you tune Jana’s car last month.”
Nitro smiled. “You mean the car she drives better than half the men you’ve taught?”
Jana patted his chest. “Aw, baby. That was almost sweet.”
Saylor laughed, and I pulled her closer for one more kiss before I had to leave. When I pulled back, her eyes were darker, her lips parted, and her fingers were curled in my suit like she wanted to keep me there.
“Win,” she whispered.
I brushed my mouth against hers. “Always.”
The race blurred into instinct, heat, precision, and the kind of speed that stripped everything down to what mattered when the flag dropped. Redline Speedway’s road course unfolded under my tires, the turns familiar.
