[chapter nine]
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(two weeks later)
Kick shrieked slightly as a hand shot out from behind the hauler she was walking by, only to have her sounds muffled by Junior's lips latching onto hers.
She giggled into his mouth and wrapped her arms around him, her heart thudding in her chest. This was not exactly a discreet location for necking a driver half an hour before a race.
"You're gonna get us in trouble." Kick chastised Junior as he finally released her, allowing her to step back and waggle a finger in his face.
Junior gave a throaty laugh as he pulled her to him again and pressed his lips to hers. "C'mere." He whispered, his hand drifted lazily down her spine as he continued to assault her mouth.
"Quit it." She whispered with a grin.
"I can't help it." Junior said with a grin. "You're so damn sexy in that outfit. Sexiest official I done ever saw."
Kick laughed as she stepped away and straightened her maroon and white uniform. "If you think this outfit is sexy, I'm thinking you've been riding around without your carbon monoxide filter on again."
Junior growled and pulled her in for one last kiss before releasing her. "Shuddup." He said simply.
"I'm beginning to think this is just some kinky power thing for you." Kick teased as they slowly rounded the hauler, walking several feet away from each other towards the drivers area.
"Got me pegged." Junior said seriously and Kick slapped his shoulder playfully.
"I knew it all along."
"I gonna see you after the race?" Junior asked quietly as they approached a throng of people.
"Yeah, you'll see me." Kick agreed, despite herself. "I'll meet you at your coach later."
"Good deal."
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"You and Mr. Earnhardt are having quite a time together." Chad said, falling in step with Kick as she walked towards her assigned pit boxes.
Kick looked at him innocently. "Whatever do you mean?" She asked.
"Cut the bullshit, Grayson. I'm on to you." Chad smiled. "Just…"
"Just what?" Kick asked, stopping to face him.
"Be careful. I mean, I don't know Junior very well, but from what I've heard from his history with Jimmie…"
Kick nodded curtly. "I've heard about their history, and I gotta tell you, I'm not terribly impressed." Kick glanced up and waved to another official. "Listen, I gotta go, but we'll catch up later, yeah?" She asked as she turned to jog away.
Chad nodded and waved to her before walking slowly towards the Lowe's crew, his brow wrinkled in thought.
If she knew about Junior and Jimmie's history and wasn't impressed, then what the hell was she doing with Junior?
She must be a much more forgiving
soul than he ever thought.