Brantley's POV:

"You two are the real Ricky and Cal of the nascar word." I said with a laugh as Ryan, Chase, and I sat around the small fire pit that they had set up between their buses. The two of them were having a celebratory beer on qualifying in place one and two –Chase in first, Ryan in second, while the girls were inside getting Gannon and Maisie down for bed. Layla had already put Rayna to bed, leaving Ryan with the baby monitor and Chloe and Colton were with their father.

Chase and Ryan's positions on the track was a running joke with Chase and I since lately it seemed like the two of them were just swapping pole positions at whatever race they were at this week. But even as the three of us joked about it, I couldn't deny that it spoke volumes about the talent they both had and the crews that gave them cars that could sit at the front of the pack every week.

"Yeah, but we look better." said Ryan cockily as he ran his fingers through his wavy dark hair.

"Well, you definitely have Cal's hair." retorted Chase, earning a flipping of the bird from Ryan.

"You're just jealous because your mom loves my curls."

"And your mom loves my championship," said Chase.

"Alright, let's leave the mama's out of this." I said, chiming in. There was a smile on my face as I looked at Chase and Ryan, loving the fact that they could roast one another so ruthlessly and still be the best of friends. In all honesty, they reminded me of the way Kolby and I would roast one another; they really did act more like brothers than friends.

Before either of them could say anything, the girls came down off Chase's bus. There was a looseness in the way that Delaney walked, one that I hadn't seen on her before. Whether that was from the ease she felt from being around her closest friends, the fact that she was comfortable around them and didn't have to be anyone but herself, or what, I didn't know. But when she plopped down onto my lap and placed her lips over mine in a searing kiss, I knew why. On her lips was the all-too-familiar burn of a good tequila. It wasn't strong, but it was just enough to tell me that she had had a shot or two on the bus while Amanda had been putting the kids to sleep.

"Tell me that tequila makes your clothes fall off." I said when I broke the kiss, keeping my voice low so that only she could hear what I was saying.

Or that had been my hope. Evidently my desire for her was evident in my voice making it come out louder than I'd thought since It was Amanda that answered instead of Delaney.

"Oh it absolutely does." she said with a smile as she snuggled into Chase's body. "Pretty sure when ol' Joe wrote that song, he was talking about that night from when she was in college." I watched as she plastered a smile on her face and looked directly at Delaney before adding "Of course, I wasn't there since I'm the damn baby of this group but I seem to remember hearing a rather titillating tale of tequila, bar-top dancing, and thinking she was in Coyote Ugly."

Layla and Ryan started to howl with laughter, obviously in the know on what Amanda was talking about. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't just a little more curious than usual about what Amanda was referring to since she had added extra emphasis on 'tit' in titillating. Wrapping one arm around Delaney while the other gripped the back of her neck and held her so that she was forced to look me in the eyes, I said in my best Desi Arnaz voice "Laney, you got some 'splainin' to do."

A deep blush crept up over her skin as she fidgeted in my lap. Her eyes broke their hold with mine and she looked everywhere but directly at me as she started telling the story. "Well umm... some friends and I–"

"She got tequila drunk, took her top off and did the 'Devil went down to Georgia' dance in the middle of a crowded bar in Charlotte." said squealed Amanda, cutting Laney off.

Upon Amanda's words, a growl slipped past my lips as I thought about her dancing topless on a bar, about all the men that would have been in heaven seeing her gorgeous tits bounce wildly as she stomped atop the bar. But it was my cock that throbbed incessantly, growing instantly behind the zipper of my jeans.

"I saw the video." said Layla between her laughs. "I swear I don't know how she didn't beat the shit out of herself as she had been dancing. I know if I'd tried to do that, I would have gotten one stomp and then gotten knocked the hell out when one of my titties hit me in the face. Would have at least ended up with a black eye.

"There's a video?" I asked, the fingers on the back of Delaney's neck tightening. It was bad enough that the men in the bar had been able to see it live, but knowing there was a video out there was a whole different thing. In a split second, all I could think about was how many people had seen that video. And that thought spiraled into how many people had beat their meat while watching her titties bounce wildly, imagine that their cock was buried between them.

Without waiting for an answer to my question, I stood from the chair I had been sitting in, effortlessly lifting Delaney. As I did, she squealed loudly but instantly wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. "Chase, you're on Barrett and Bray duty."

"Got it." he said. I could hear the laughter in his voice. I said through clenched teeth, not caring that I was being rude, or acting like a total caveman.

I slammed my lips down over Delaney's as I walked her into the dark areas of the lot where the buses were parked. But still, none of them were dark enough. Delaney seemed to know what I was thinking because she broke the kiss long enough to whisper "garage" before placing her lips began trailing biting kisses down my neck. I hissed with delight when she sucked hard over my pulse point just below my ear.

My stride increased then, wanting to get us to the garage quickly so that I could have my way with her. When the garage doors came into view, my steps got even longer and quicker –almost in at a run– as they ate up the distance. The whole while, the tips of my fingers dug into the cheeks of her round ass, her lips trailed up and down my neck, and her hands fisted in the front of my t-shirt.

Making my way over to the bay that had been left open, I slipped into the dark garage and placed Delaney onto the hood. In the low light casted from the moon outside and a light at the other end of the shop, I could see that the car that I was about to utterly ravage her on was none other than William Byron's. The caveman in me loved the fact that all day tomorrow, while William was racing around the track, while Alex was snapping pre and post race photos, all I would be thinking about was the way that she had looked while I'd ate her pussy until she screamed my name, about the way that my cock had looked sliding into her tight pussy as I bent her over the hood.

Wanting –no, needing– to make that vision a reality, I dropped to my knees and looked up at Delaney. She was leaning back on her arms, looking down at me with so much heat in her eyes that I was sure she could have started a fire with a simple glance. Wordlessly, my hands moved to the button of her shorts and began to work them. When I went to move them down her hips, Delaney lifted just enough for me to remove them.

"We'll get back to that video but right now, I want your pussy juices all over my fuckin' tongue."

I didn't give her time to respond before I buried my face between her thighs, spreading them wide with my shoulders. I alternated fast flicks of my tongue over her clit with soft, slow ones before spearing my tongue and fucking her cunt with it. Within minutes, Delaney was already beginning to shake, telling me that what I was doing was bringing her close to riding the crashing wave of ecstasy. I could hear her moans, felt her fingers sifting through my hair, and her lips lifting, her whole body begging for more.

I pulled back just enough to see the sight before me. And it was fuckign beautiful. My woman, spread out over the hood of a race car, her bare pussy glistening from the orgasm that was about to slam into her. Then, the urge to make her fly higher than she ever had came over me.

I ran my fingers over her clit first before inserting my index and middle fingers into her tight pussy. My eyes were locked with hers when I said "Do you trust me, babe?"

"Yes." she hissed out as I hooked my fingers, rubbing over that sensitive spot deep inside her.

"Ever tried anal?"

"Once."

"And?"

"It was less than enjoyable."

"I promise to make it so fuckin' pleasureable that you will completely forget that anyone had ever been in that dark hole but me." I said. As I did, I moved my fingers from her pussy, pressing my pinky near her forbidden hole. The muscles pucked, the feeling obviously one that she was foreign to her. "Relax baby. I got you."

Delaney fell back onto the hood of the car as her hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt and began toying with nipples. I gave her a few minutes to fully relax before I ran my fingers back though her wet folds and once again found her tight hole.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

Slowly, I pressed the tip of my finger against her anus. The tight ring gripped my finger as it tried to keep me out but pull me in all at the same time. But within moments, my pinky was all the way in her dark hole.

"How's that?"

"G-Good." she said, shifting on the hood of the car.

Satisfied with her answer, I buried my face once more between her thighs and began to draw the orgasm from her all over again. Only this time, I started out slow and soft, matching the movement of my finger in her tight ass with the motions of my tongue. When I was happy that she was primed and ready, I picked up the pace of both my tongue and my finger. Within minutes, Delaney was screaming my name at the top of her lungs as her release washed over her.

"Come here." I said, lifting her from the hood and repositioning us so that I was now leaning against the car and she was standing in front of me.

"B, I don't think I can stand right now." she whined. "That was–"

"Fuckin' amazing." I said, tugging at the hem of her shirt. Without any fight, she let me pull it from her body, leaving her standing in the middle of the garage in her birthday suit. "But baby, I'm nowhere near being done with you."

Again, not giving her time to say anything else, I shoved my jeans and boxers down below my ass and sank down onto the front bumper of the car. I spun her quickly and placed a big hand across the middle of her back, forcing her to bend over. I then moved one of my hands to her hip and pulled her back to me as I aligned the tip of my cock with her opening, impaling her with my full length in one movement.

"Fuckin' ride my cock baby. Need to feel your pussy gripping me like a goddamn vice."

I thrusted my hips, causing her to stagger forward briefly before catching her balance. Her pussy began to slide up and down my length, my cock sliding in and out of her. She then circles her hips, allowly my cock to slip even deeper than before. As she did, she moaned 'yes daddy" and I fucking lost it.

In one fluid motion, I lifted her, my cock still buried in her pussy and spun her so that she was on her knees on the hood of the car. I slammed my cock into her, going even deeper as I said "say it again".

"Yes, daddy." she moaned.

Leaning forward, I sank my teeth into the curve of her ass as my hands came up and cupped her breasts, pinching her hard-as-stone nipples between my fingers. I slowed my pace, letting my cock slip leisurely in and out of her pussy.

"I fuckin' love it when you call me daddy."

"Please, Daddy. I'm so close."

"I know." I said. "I can feel that pussy convulsing around me. I let the finger that had been buried in her ass only moments ago find its way back to her tight hole. This time, there was no resistance, the hole opening for me as if it was meant to be there. "Oh, you like that huh?"

"Yes, B." she moaned deeply and loudly when I pulled the finger completely out and moved my index finger to the hole and let it slip inside. Since this finger was bigger, it stretched her more, adding more pleasure.

"Tell daddy what you want." I said, stilling my hips and letting my finger sit unmoving buried in her ass.

Instead of replying with words, she let her body do the talking. She began to move, rocking so that my cock was once more sliding in and out of her. But not only was my cock moving, the finger in her ass was moving. And it was fucking hedonistic since with each backward movement, I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against the tip of my finger.

"Oh god, I'm going to come, B." She said, her hips moving faster.

"Then fuckin' come. 'Cause I'm right there with you." I said.

When the first tremor of her releases washed over her, it pulled my orgasm to the brink, causing my screaming of her name to mix with her screams of mine.

I was panting, trying to catch my breath when three little words slipped past my lips, three little words that I thought I would never say to another woman ever again. "I love you."

"I love you too, B."