Free Acres, Natalie - Bang the Blower [Country Roads 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Natalie Acres Page A

“Nice to see you today, Miss Jenkins.”
    “Thank you,” she said politely, her gaze immediately returning to the general area where they’d chosen to house the stock car. Before Sam left the stable, she honed in on his physical characteristics, hoping something about him would jog her memory. He was tall and slender. Lanky best described him. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a cleft chin, and several scars on both arms. In fact, there were too many to count.
    “Did Sam ever race?”
    Frank’s forefinger went to his jaw and he thought about the question for a minute. “Far as I know, he hasn’t. How come?”
    “Curious, that’s all,” she replied, thinking Sam’s arms looked like her back. He’d walked away from an accident somewhere. Was it a dragster or stock car? Was he one of the men who wanted to hurt her or, as he’d suggested, a member of the Hinman team because he wanted to be part of a winning conglomerate destined for championships?
    Duke shot her a peculiar glance and then draped his arm around her shoulders protectively as much as possessively, the latter a gesture she defied by shrugging him away. Frank pretended not to notice them. He went about mucking a nearby stall, tossing manure in a wheelbarrow.
    “I told some fella the other day. Little girl is gonna be a heck of a driver. Wait and see. She’s gonna show those fellas from North Carolina. Those fellas are gonna cry like women when she sends them home for a new set of tires.” He stopped talking long enough to dump another shovelful and added, “Yes sir, that’s what I tell just about everyone these days.”
    Duke winked. Julie wondered if he saw how Frank manipulated her, or if he cared. Frank had been pulling this number since she was a small child.
    When Julie was a teenager, Frank used to put her on “too much horse” and tell her to ride like hell. Sometimes, Julie could close her eyes and still see Frank standing there ringside with his hands together, clapping like a wild man. He conned her into riding one horse after another, each time finding a more spirited mount, a bigger challenge than the last.
    “What do you think about the new driver Carl Carlton sent over?” Duke asked, arching a brow.
    “Carl sent one of his drivers?” she asked.
    Frank’s cheeks swelled with his next breath. When he finally decided to breathe like a normal person again, he said, “I checked his stats. Carlton lied to ya. Kid never raced on the dirt track.”
    “Are you sure?” Duke asked, frowning.
    “Of course I am,” Frank replied, tossing aside the shovel and retrieving the pitchfork.
    “Frank knows everything about racing, Duke,” Julie reminded him, peering over the top of the barred stall. “By the way, why are you cleaning stalls when you’d rather be at the track?”
    “I can hear them cars right here, little girl. I don’t have to be watchin’ ’em to know what’s goin’ on.” He looked at Duke and then back at her. “Yes sirree, there’s a lot I don’t have to see for myself. When you have a good hearing aid like I do, nothin’ gets by ya.”
    She shot Duke a quick glance and he shrugged. “I hope that’s not true.”
    “It is,” he said, his lips twitching. “Come on, little girl. Let’s get you in this car.”
    Frank walked ahead of them, and Julie followed. “I’m not driving today, Frank.”
    “That’s all right,” he said. “We’ve got a couple of tomorrows before we give up on ya.” He yanked open the metal door and placed his palm to his chest. “Mercy me, I forgot how sexy this thing is first thing in the afternoon.”
    Duke pinched Julie’s bottom and whispered at her ear, “He ain’t the only one. I forgot how much you tempt me. I’d like to do something about that right this very minute.”

Chapter Nine

    Duke would fuck her sometime within the next hour. Julie couldn’t keep her eyes off him, and he couldn’t wait to spank her for making him hard.
    Duke grunted then. He longed to give