Girl you make me want to
Sing a song about a dark haired girl
Who's come and get me eyes make me want to sin
She wears her hair down back in them wavy curls
Girl don't you ever cut it short again
I run my fingers through it baby while you're sleeping
Can't tell you how many I been seeing
On my pillow on my clothes
On my sink and on the floor
Girl I didn't know we got so crazy
It doesn't matter where I go
Everybody knows
I got something for them dark haired girls

Waking up the next morning, I could not stop smiling, especially when I gazed at the man sleeping next to me. If you would have told me a few weeks ago that I was falling for Ryan Blaney, I would have thought you had gone insane. Funny what a difference those few weeks made. Now I could not get enough of him. I was tempted to wake him up, but I really wanted to freshen up a bit first.

I groaned when I realized my crutches were in the living room. This damn sprained ankle was such an inconvenience. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and gingerly tried to stand. I winced as I attempted to put weight on it. It was improved a little, but not enough to even think about walking on it.

I hobbled to my suitcase at the end of the bed and retrieved a clean T-shirt, a hair tie, my toothbrush and toothpaste and as quietly as I could, hopped into the bathroom. I brushed my hair and pulled it off of my face and secured it in a messy bun with the hair tie. Looking around the bathroom, I spotted a bottle of facial cleanser, this would do perfectly. I washed and dried my face, then brushed my teeth.

This bathroom was amazing. Almost half the size of my entire apartment, with double vanities, a huge stand alone shower and a giant, deep bathtub. I stared longingly at the tub. A long, hot bath would be so good right now, but there was no way I could climb in it by myself.

"There you are. I thought you left me already." Strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

"And just where would I go?" I laughed. It was true. Even if I wanted to leave, there was no way I could. Bum ankle. No car. I was stuck here. Not that I was complaining, especially when his lips captured mine in a breath stealing kiss.

"Mmmm. Minty fresh. I guess that's my cue." He grinned, then picked up his own toothbrush. "You're shedding." He laughed again, pointing to the sink I just used, where a few strands of my hair lay.

"My hair gets everywhere." I grinned, picking a strand off of his back, and showing it to him.

"I'll just call them souvenirs." He grinned back.

I propped myself up on the edge of the counter and just watched. "I was just admiring your tub." I said, as he began brushing his teeth. There was just something about this whole scene that felt so domestic. So...normal. Just a regular couple starting their day.

He finished brushing his teeth and looked at me where I was still perched on the bathroom counter eying the tub. "I've never used that thing. It came with the house. I'm more of a shower guy, but you're more than welcome to use it."

"That sounds tempting. I may just have to take you up on that offer." I said, but before I could say more, his arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed me, literally taking my breath away yet again. My legs instinctively circled around him as he kissed me more deeply and I became acutely aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing but a T-shirt, and he was in nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs.

Thoughts of last night began to fill my mind once again, just how perfect it was and how we fit together so well. I became completely consumed by the kiss, losing myself in it so deeply that I did not even notice his hand slipping between us until it was there, circling my little nub, and I let out a small gasp when I felt his hardness against me. I broke out of the kiss and leaned back a little farther to give him greater access.

He lifted my T-shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked, and his lips wrapped around my nipple, suckling it into his hot mouth. My clit twitched in response. My breasts, especially my nipples, were incredibly sensitive. A fact he already seemed to know.

"You're so wet already." He said in that raspy voice that if I had been standing, would have brought me to my knees. I bit down on my bottom lip as the finger that had been stroking my wet folds slipped into me, slowly pushing in and out before being followed by a second finger.

I moaned, leaning back even further as his fingers curled inside of me and his thumb rubbed against my clit. Who cares that my ass was on the edge of the sink and there was a very large mirror behind my head. This felt too fucking good. Out of the corner of my eye, through the mirror, I could see his fingers going in and out of me, and it turned me on even more.

"Fuck." I hissed under my breath as I began to feel the clenching in the pit of my stomach. It didn't take much more than a few strokes of his highly skilled fingers to bring me over the edge. The clenching gave way to quivering, and warmth began to spread throughout my body. My breath was coming in shallow pants as his fingers continued to work me.

"You're gonna cum on my fingers pretty girl?" He asked, and that pushed me over the edge. I threw my head back and let go, my release washing over me, leaving me trembling, the back of my head resting against the bathroom mirror. When I finally came down from my high, He was grinning at me. I wiped the bead of sweat from my brow. "That was hot. Maybe we should go back to bed." He smirked.

"Or we could take a bath." I suggested.

"You're determined to get into that tub aren't you?" He laughed.

"It'll be fun." I said.

"As you wish." He moved away from me to turn on the water and adjusted the temperature to begin filling the huge tub. A little shiver of anticipation ran down my spine as I took note of the hand held shower head attachment. A lot of fun indeed.

When the tub was filled enough, he lifted me off of the counter and placed me into it. Soon, he shed his boxer briefs, and climbed into the tub. As he stood in front of me, I couldn't help but gawk. Just inches from my face, his cock stood proudly, beckoning me. Not only was he fully hard, but there was a drop of pre-cum glistening on his tip. Without hesitation, I reached out my hand and swiped it off, then popped it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, savoring the flavor.

I needed more. I moved a little closer, and dragged my tongue along his shaft. When I reached his crown, I took it into my mouth, tasting more of his pre-cum. I was torn between wanting to suck him off to completion or getting him inside of me.

"Baby, you keep that up, and I'm going to cum inside your pretty mouth." He muttered, under ragged breath.

Decision made, I released him from my mouth with a pop, and he sat down in the warm water opposite me. Feeling like being a tease, I made a big show of actually bathing as I lathered my upper body with soap, slowly working the lather in a circular motion along each of my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples. I loved the teasing, and by the look on his face, he was enjoying it as well.

He picked up the shower attachment and rinsed me off thoroughly, then directed the spray of water downward so that it hit my clit precisely. The sensation was almost too much as I was still so very sensitive from moments ago, but it felt so damn good.

I wrapped my legs around him, and he pulled me closer so that we were flush against each other. His mouth captured mine in a searing kiss as tongues battled for dominance. He lined up with my entrance and smoothly slid into me, filling me completely. I came on the spot, as soon as he entered me, warmth flooded my body, that had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature of the bath water. I threw my head back and rode it out as he took advantage of my exposed neck to attack it with his lips, sucking a dark mark at the apex of my collarbone.

As I placed my hands on his ass to drive him deeper into my, I could feel the tight muscles contract beneath my palms as he thrust into me.

A bath was most definitely a great idea.

The position we were in had his pubic bone rubbing against my clit and his tip hitting my g-spot with every thrust. I barely had time to come down from one orgasm before another one was sneaking up on me, the sensation was just that overpowering.

When he dipped his head down to take my nipple into his mouth, I felt that familiar quiver in my thighs, and my walls began to clench.

"I'm close." He muttered under his breath.

"Me too." I panted.

The thrusts came deeper and harder, sending water splashing from the tub onto the floor as we both went over the edge. We clung to each other tightly, riding out our respective orgasms. With a final shudder, he rested his head on my shoulder for a moment before pulling out of me.

That was intense.

We sat there for a few more moments, the warm water turning tepid before he finally stood and helped me out of the tub, then dried us both off completely.

He sat me back down in the bed, and I couldn't help but laugh when I noticed more strands of my long dark hair on both of our pillows. I had for sure left some souvenirs. As much as I would love to lay back in bed and leave even more souvenirs, I had things to do.

"Can you bring me back to my apartment later? I need to get ready for this weekend." I asked.

"You're working this weekend?" He replied, with a raised eyebrow.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Uh because you kinda can't walk." He chuckled.

"I'll have a golf cart to get around in, and I can manage the rest. I'm not going to attempt getting in and out of the pit box, so I'll probably just watch from the hauler."

"Where are you staying?" He asked me.

"Probably Chase's bus. I don't want to have to deal with a hotel and getting back and forth to the track."

"You can stay with me." He offered.

"That's tempting, but what is everyone going to think?" I asked.

"We can be discreet. We are both going to be working, and when we're not, we'll be hanging out in a group. I doubt anyone will notice where you're actually spending the night."

"Alright." I agreed, because I was not ready to be away from him.