Sweet Carolina(53)
“It was either that or a fire hydrant. I thought this was more fitting.” He unzipped and whipped out his dick. A yellow stream pinged against the gleaming silver trophy.
“Man, you got to get some dogs,” Warner said, then he unzipped his pants.
* * * *
“I know I'm right.” Caro stood toe-to-toe with Dell, refusing to back down. It was hell being this close to him and not touching him, but with the entire crew watching, all she could do was look her fill and pretend.
She might fool the crew, but she wasn't fooling Dell. She saw it in his eyes, in the set of his shoulders. He wanted her too. If she leaned in, he'd kiss her, and the professional distance they'd cultivated for the last two weeks would go up in smoke. And since they had no idea who told the NASCAR officials about their tryst a few weeks ago, it was imperative they maintain the charade in public. Caro vented her frustration on a sigh. “Look, Dell, just take the car out on the track one more time. If you don't see improvement, then we're done. I don't know what else we can do.”
“I don't see how one adjustment is going to make a difference, Caro.” He shook his head, two weeks of frustration showing on his face, and in his body language.
“I've run the calculations a dozen times. It's in the timing. There's no room for error with the new fuel injection system. You know that. This will do the trick. I'm sure of it.”
“Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” He slid into the driver's seat with the ease of experience. “One more time, Caro.”
Banned from the circuit for the time being, they'd packed the hauler and headed west to South Carolina. The historic Greenville-Pickens track wasn't much to look at, but the half-mile oval was perfect for testing cars. No one would bother them, and the price was right – cheap. Caro missed the state-of-the-art equipment they'd left behind, but she had enough to work with. If she could find the power in the engine, they could fine tune as necessary when they got back to the Hawkins garage.
Dell took a few practice laps before he took the car up to its maximum speed on the short track. He'd know if the power were there, and if it were, they'd need to put her through the paces on a longer track – if not, they were back to square one. Caro crossed her fingers and her toes that she'd finally found the formula she was looking for.
“Looks good.” Dell's voice held an element of enthusiasm she hadn't heard since they'd begun testing the new engine.
“How does she feel?” Caro asked.
“Like she could swallow the track whole,” Dell said.
Caro blushed at his raw description. “Should we find her a longer track?” Caro asked.
“Hell, yes. I'm sorry I doubted you, Caro. She's purring like a whore suckin'…Ah, shit. She's running smooth, Caro. I can't wait to try her out on a longer track.”
“Bring her in, Dell.”
* * * *
They'd come so far in the last few weeks, and with a little luck and some help from the track fairies, they'd finally have a win. Just forty laps to go at Dover and Dell trailed the lead car by a car length.
“Lookin' good,” Russell advised.
“I need fresh tires to catch him,” Dell said.
“Hang tight. There's a lot of action in the pack. We'll pit under caution.”
Dell held steady. If Russell were correct, the cars jockeying for position behind him would eventually get too aggressive and start knocking into each other. The caution flag would fly and all the leaders would pit for fuel and tires, maybe a last minute track-bar adjustment. He'd take the fuel and tires, but the car was handling good. He'd never driven a better car.
He had to hand it to Caro – the woman knew her cars. The mid-season suspension might have been the best thing that ever happened to Hawkins Racing. Caro made the adjustments she wanted, and had the time to test them out on an empty track. Dell smiled to himself. Caro was one hell of a woman, and he couldn't wait to celebrate today's win with her.
He was going to win. He had the power and track position to take the lead, but what was the point? Let Harbinger think he had it in the bag. His complacency would only make it easier for Dell to pass him in time to cross the finish line first.
Dell saw the track-side lights flash to yellow at the same time Caro's voice came over the headset. “Caution's out, Dell. Pit road is open.”
“Comin' in. We have time for four,” he said.
“Roger that, four tires,” Russell acknowledged.
Dell maneuvered around the wreckage on the backstretch and slowed onto pit road right behind Harbinger. The pit crew did their job with swift efficiency, sending Dell out right where he wanted to be, on Harbinger's ass.
He lined up next to Harbinger for the restart. The pace car turned off the track and Dell hung back a fraction of a second, letting Harbinger jump out in front. He had plenty of time. No need to push it. The third place car made a bid for Dell's position, but with fresh tires and the faster car, Dell was beyond his reach. He dropped back. It was back to the status quo, just Dell and Harbinger, and soon, Dell thought, he'd take Harbinger out of the equation.