Chapter Fourteen
Reese sat wide awake in the silent darkness trying to understand what was happening to her and how she’d come to be here.
Jim lay asleep with his head on her lap; he had a hand wrapped lazily over her bare thigh. Her hand was tangled in his hair, which was almost as soft as Malcolm’s, who lay upon her feet. She was warmed by two males…her two males.
It was an uncomfortable thought for such a comfortable position.
A comfortable position in…
She sighed, softly, so as not to wake her boys.
She’d often been asked about the possibilities of s*x in a stock car—invariably in the crudest of ways. And the answer was that it was wholly impossible. A stock car had a single bucket seat wrapped in a steel roll cage. Steering wheel, stick shift, and protective padding turned it fr
