Nick Shepard
I watch as my son gets out of his car after winning first place in the race. With a wide grin on his face and his friends fist bumping him as they all surround him, I can't help the small grin that forms on my face.
I'm proud.
Jace did good. He always does.
I've been racing ever since I was Jace's age and being able to help raise him into being someone who loves it just as much as I did, I can't help but feel proud that I at least did something right in his life.
I was never a good father I can admit that. I was rarely there for him and when I was, I was teaching him all about cars and how to race. That was it. I was never there for birthdays or holidays. For his first day of school or even his graduation last year.
It's not like it was my fault.
His mother had full custody and would never allow me to go see him.
Jace never knew that though. I didn't want to ruin his view on his mother. He adored her and I never wanted to be the one to ruin that for him. So I let him hate me.
He comes to see me whenever he needs to fix his car or whenever there's a race.
That's it.
He never comes around if it's not car related. And I'm at a point to where I'm okay with that. But I can't deny the fact that it stills hurts knowing that he hates me.
I watch from a far as him and his friends are smiling and jumping all over each other.
My grin slightly falters when I see Jace throw Andy over his shoulder and then start spinning around.
I should be happy that he found a girl.
I should.
But there's something about Andy that makes me drawn to her and it's both infuriating and intriguing.
She's nineteen and I'm fucking thirty-seven. I was her age when I had Jace. It's not right. So I'll stay away.
I shuffle on my feet and start pretending to work on my car when I see them all start heading over in my direction.
"Dad, we're gonna head back to the shop." Jace says from behind me.
I turn around seeing Ethan, Mike and Andy standing next to him.
"That's fine. I'll head there too." I close the hood of my car and face Jace again with a nod. "You did good, son."
Jace just rolls his eyes and wraps an arm around Andy. I don't miss the slight jump in shock from her when he does that. They turn around and start heading to his car.
As I'm about to get in my car, I feel a slender hand on my bicep.
"Care to give me a ride baby? Or would you prefer one?"
Bethany.
I turn around and look down at the 5'4 woman would has been hassling me for years now. Bethany is a twenty-three year old high school drop out who has been following me and my son around to these races hoping to score. She's not ugly in fact, she's quite beautiful. Black hair cut into a bob and a slender body with a nice rack. She's every mans wet dream, but the way she carries herself just makes her all around hideous.
"I'm sure you can find someone else to give you a ride home, Bethany." I say opening my drivers side door.
I look over her head to see my son and his friends talking in front of his car. But the person that catches my eye is the tall blonde who's throwing daggers in my direction.
The fuck is her problem.
Due to me being distracted, I don't see Bethany hopping into the passenger side of my car.
I bend down on my side and glare at her. "Get the fuck out Bethany I'm not playing around."
She pouts and then slowly lifts up her skirt. My eyes fall her to exposed thighs and a groan gets stuck in the back of my throat. Not of lust, but of annoyance.
"Are you sure you want me to leave?" She coos trying to be seductive.
My glare hardens and I give her a firm nod. After giving me an eye roll, Bethany finally gets out of my car with a slam.
Bitch. I just fixed the hinges on that door.
"Go screw yourself, Nick!" She spits out before stomping away. I would find it cute if I wasn't so annoyed by her presence.
I turn back to Andy to see a small smirk on her face before turning around and getting into my sons car.
~~~
Parking my car and getting out, I see Jace and his friends doing the same.
Andy is talking with Mike and Ethan as Jace is a few steps ahead of them walking fast into the shop.
He's avoiding me. It's a routine at this point. After each race he comes back to the shop to fix up his car without acknowledging me and then leaves. Every time.
I walk in next and I can hear Andy's laugh behind me.
"I feel like you have a foot fetish." I hear her say and I have to hold in my chuckle.
"Says the one who brought up the topic of feet in the first place."
Ethan.
They're laughing again and I stop when I see Jace looking at Andy's car.
Ethan whistles from behind me.
"Who's car is this? It's nice."
I turn my head to see Andy with a smile on her face. She opens her mouth to say something but Jace beats her to it.
"Probably just some preppy spoiled bitch with daddy's money." He chuckles grabbing a beer from the mini fridge. "She probably freaked out thinking that her car is broken but in reality just might need an oil change."
I glare at my son and throw my keys on the table. "What's your problem Jace?!"
He shrugs and furrows his brows like I'm the one who said something bad.
"What? Am I wrong?"
I look back to Andy to see her face expressionless. Like she isn't fazed by his words.
"It's a nice car though right?" She says walking up to it, running her fingertips along the trunk. "Why such negative words?" She leans against her car and crosses her arms over her chest.
Ethan and Mike look at each other in realization and go to look at Jace.
"Jace—" Mike tries to say but gets cut off.
"I'm just saying, the car probably belongs to some spoiled brat who gets everything they want." My son says leaning back in his chair.
"Jace that's enough." I say sternly but Andy brings her hand up.
"It's fine." She smiles at me then turns her face back to my son. The smile gone.
"You know," she says walking up towards him until she's right in front of him. Jace has a sly smirk on his face and spreads his legs out more so that Andy is standing right in between them.
I've never been more disappointed in my son then I am right now.
"You're not very nice." Andy pouts then points to his beer in question to which he gives to her. She takes a sip then continues, "I actually know who owns that car."
Jace's eyes widen and his brows rise up.
"You do?" He gulps.
"Yeah. She has long blonde hair, brown eyes. Loves to smoke and drink. Hmm," she brings a finger to her chin pretending to think. "I think she's wearing jeans shorts and a graphic tee tonight."
Realization finally dawns on him when he looks over Andy's appearance.
"Andy—"
But Andy is already pouring the beer on his head. Causing Jace to shoot out his chair.
"Now if you'll excuse me, this spoiled brat needs to go home." With that, she leaves the shop.
I watch as she goes and I quickly grab my keys but not before looking my son dead in the eyes.
"Grow the fuck up Jace. That was uncalled for." I then leave to catch up with Andy.
I see her walking down the sidewalk and so I start running after her.
"Andy!"
She doesn't stop so I call for her again. She still doesn't stop.
"For fucks sake Andy stop!"
Andy finally stops and turns to glare at me. She starts walking up to me with a nasty look on her face.
"Care to finish off what your son started?" She stops right in front of me and she has to look up to meet my eyes.
"Your son's a real asshole."
"I know." I say with a sigh. I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a deep breath.
"Let me take you home. I'll—"
"No thank you. I'd rather walk." She goes to turn back around but I grab her elbow and pull her back.
"Stop being difficult and just let me take you home. You're a kid so you shouldn't be—"
"Oh please I'll be twenty in a month. In plus I'm hardly a kid." She interprets me for the second time.
"Just get in the damn car." I demand.
"No."
My breaths are coming out quicker because now I'm getting frustrated.
"Dammit Andy, just get in the car!"
Her glare hardens and she takes a final step towards me, causing her chest to slightly brush mine.
"You and your son get go fuck yourself. I'll find somewhere else to fix my car." She takes a step back and tries to turn around to leave again, but without thinking I grab her waist and fling her over my shoulder.
"Put me down Nick!" She starts banging on my back. I grab her upper thighs so she can stop kicking her legs and she immediately freezes.
Her skin is warm and soft compared to my rough hands. Without thinking, I lightly squeeze the skin which results in her scratching down my back, painfully.
"Fuck Andy stop." I grunt at the stings I feel in my lower back.
"Then stop touching me like that." She snaps back.
I set her down next to the passenger side door and I open it pointing inside to which she obediently sits down in. Closing the door and going around the car to the drivers side, I get in and start the car.
"You have fucking talons for nails woman." I wince slightly when I lean back into my seat.
Andy just smirks and looks out the window.
"Guys don't seem to mind. In fact, they love it when I mark them." She turns back to me with her head tilted.
"Do you like it? Being marked?" She looks at me with those big brown eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth.
Hearing that from anyone else would make me shut them down in a second, but hearing those words come out of her mouth makes my dick twitch slightly in my pants.
Fuck, no stop. She's fucking nineteen.
"Put your fucking seatbelt on." Is all I say before speeding down the road with a laugh falling out of her lips.
*****
Andy is literally so hot.