Page 69 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“It’s our first NASCAR race and I wanted the best for you,” I tell her.
“And you did it,” she says then sits up. “Shit!” she says along with half of the suite. A mustang was just pushed off the track by another driver. “Bryon just fucked Blaney.”
“Maybe he can redeem himself,” I say.
“I doubt it. baby. This is lap 456. There’s no way he can comeback and regain his momentum. Boy! I think he really just lost this,” she says while shaking her head.
I’ve never been into NASCAR and I’ve never even watched a race on T.V. However, being in here, hearing the roar of the engines, watching the reactions of the crowd, and listening to her play by plays, has me intrigued and hyped too.
“I’m getting another beer. You want something?” I ask because she hasn’t eaten all day.
“Oh yeah, baby. I can’t leave here without one of their famous hotdogs. It’s the official hot dog of NASCAR so yeah get me one and a beer.”
“With everything on it?” I ask.
“Yes. I have to have it the traditional way,” she says with a smile. “Didn’t you like it?” she asks because I’ve had two and I nod.
It’s definitely a different kind of hotdog. First off, it’s red, a red hotdog on a steamed bun topped with a little mustard, some chili, and vinegary coleslaw. I’m used to creamy coleslaws but the shit is good as fuck.
“Be right back,” I tell her.
I walk to the food area, grab two dogs, and get two Heinekens. She bites into her dog as soon as I hand it to her. Then she takes a sip from her beer and closes her eyes. Without opening them, she utters, “He would have love every bit of this.” Her smile returns then she opens her eyes. She leans over in the arms of our chairs, props her elbows on them, then lifts her head to me. “I really love you.”
“I love you too.”
She eats her dog and we drink our beer as we watch the last few laps of the race. She was right too. Ol boy in the mustang that was knocked off the track couldn’t get his lead back. He finished second and Byron won, taking first. We stay and watch as William Byron and his crew celebrate and pop champagne bottles in Victory Lane.
Martinville is very small and hotel options were limited. So, we are staying in a junior suite in The Lodge at Primland in Danville. When we make it back to our suite, she walks out onto our private balcony. I run to the bathroom then head out to check on her. When I open the door, she turns around and stares at me.
“It’s just me,” I utter as I step out. Once I’ve crowded her space, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her tenderly. Without breaking our lips, I step forward, caging her with my arms and the balcony rail. “You out here enjoying the view?”
“Yeah. It’s beautiful out here.”
“You’re beautiful,” I admit.
“You dressed me today,” she says.
“Well, a little bit. I was specific about the jacket, your sizes, the shoes, and your style.”
With an amused look on her pretty face, she asks, “What’s my style?”
“Sexy as hell, feminine, a little edge, and again sexy,” I tell her.
“Well, you nailed it. You nailed everything about today.” Her hands caress the sides of my face, then she squints her eyes. “I’ll remember this experience forever. I don’t think you’ll ever know what this meant for me. Losing my brother was hard as fuck. It nearly killed me. I had to leave my city because of it. My job had been the only thing that kept me sane until you. You came in my life right on time and then you did this. You just healed a little piece of my broken heart with this. I know Imari is looking down, smiling and showing off his grill,” she says then laughs as if reminiscing. “Thank you, baby.”
“No need to thank me. I just love making you smile.”
“You mind if we stay in for dinner?” she asks.
“I’m cool with whatever you want.”
“Oh, good because I just want to make love to my man, order room service, shower, then make love again. You like that plan?”
“Hell yea. Shit, let’s start right now, right here.”
She starts to speak again but I cover her mouth with mine. The plan has already been spoken and fucking accepted. No more words are needed so slowly, I slide my tongue into her mouth. She moans and relaxes as our tongues make love.
“Daymir,” she utters like she’s pleading with me. I free her mouth from my tongue assault. She sighs and utters, “What if someone sees us?”
