by J. Haney
New Adult Polyamorous Romance
I was born and raised in Kentucky. I reside in Greenup County, Kentucky with my family. My debut novel, An Unexpected Love, released August 2015. I’m a single momma to my nine-year-old daughter, Jessalyn Kristine. I also take care and homeschool my autistic cousin, Aiden Sean, he’s ten years old. I love photography and seeing what I can capture through the lens! I’ve been plus size modeling for over a year and have been on multiple pattern covers now. Both kids model as well, I suppose you can call us “One Big Modeling Family”. I’m probably the biggest book whore, I know. I love books of all genres and get excited when I’m introduced to a new author. I’m often told I act like a kid in the candy shop, which I could totally see!
Hey you, remember me? Yea, I’m that girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Yes, that one with two lovers. Sheesh is that all I’ll ever be known as now? Last you heard from me I was moving in with one of my lovers. Remember how I said my life wasn’t like an 80’s movie? I was kind of wrong, because I did find my knight only mine came in two.
My life now is not all pizza and beers for our little triad. As per usual my jacked-up past has come calling back at me. Yeah, you know the one I’m talking about or should I say hate talking about.
Suppose you should come on and find out what I’m going on about.
****Erotic Themes incl: M/M M/F/M
****Erotic Themes incl: M/M M/F/M
Copyright © 2017 J. Haney Playing House (A Heart Strings Love Affair, Book 2)
Between dealing with my father’s house and the guys breathing down my neck, I need a break. I run upstairs for my shoes, then wait for them to settle in. Clayton takes off and Vic’s messing around in the kitchen when I barrel out the door.
I head for the one place I know I can get rid of this stress. I see Clayton, so I push down a little harder on the gas, drop the gearshift, and fly past him. I just need space every now and then. Since I moved in with Clayton, I don’t get a lot of me time. I’m always split between Vic and Clayton, except when Wayde and Adam are joining us.
I pull up to a place out by the warehouses where we like to drag race. It’s a bit of old road that comes to a dead end that no one uses anymore. Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran, Duran is playing on the radio when I roll down the window to let Mike know that I want in on the action tonight. I hand him two hundred to place my bet, then head for the line, no clue who I’m facing off against. That is till I pull up to the line and I’ll be damned if Harmand isn’t sitting in the car beside me. Fucker must have got a new car because I haven’t seen this one before. It’s a silver Mustang, brand new, and I’m sure it’s got all the bells and whistles under the hood. Too bad, though, it ain’t got shit on my Hemi.
Harmand motions for me to roll down my window, so I do. “You ready to lose, Princess?” he shouts, revving his engine.
“I ain’t losing shit. You need to go back and tell them you need to change spots because the chick that whipped your ass is about to do it again.”
“Come on now, Princess, don’t you want to play a little? I know you used to love playing with me.”
“Pig. Can’t you find someone else to pester?”
“Not tonight. Oh, I meant to tell you, I can’t wait for next weekend. It’s that time again.”
I roll up my window, I don’t want to listen to it anymore. I know what he’s talking about, but I don’t live there anymore, so he’s going to be shit out of luck.
Mike taps the hoods and we roll down the windows as he goes over the rules. “To the dividers and back, first one over the line wins!” he shouts over the crowd of kids. Cars are lined up on both sides of the drag, all up and down the line, their headlights beaming, showing the trail. I nod, gripping the steering wheel.
“Ready to eat my dust, Princess?” Harmand shouts.
“Suck my cock!” I yell back as Giselle steps out in front of us to set us up. I’m half tempted to aim for her. She puts her arms up and with a twist of her hips, drops the flags and we go.
I drop into second fast, turning it up as Harmand gains on me at the midpoint, we are neck and neck as we approach the divider. I hit third and slam past him, my tires squealing as I pop up on two wheels, making the sharp turn. I floor it as I see him gaining on me again. Just when I think I’ve got him beat, he grabs my drift and is right alongside me. I glance at him and I can see it in his eyes, he’s gonna slam me. He cocks the wheel and I have to turn to avoid getting hit. I feel the front-end slip. Fuck, I’ve hit a patch of ice! BAM! I’m in the ravine and smoke and metal are twisting up around me. My chest hits the steering column, but the seatbelt keeps me in place.
Fuck, that hurt. Kids are running up to me as I unbuckle and Mike pulls me out of the car. “My baby,” I say, kicking out as Mike grabs hold of me, pulling me back as the fire starts. He drags me up the ravine as kids look on and to my horror, the car goes up in flames. I can hear the doors all around me slamming shut, tires squealing as they all hightail it out of there, all the while somebody is screaming. Turns out that somebody is me.