Insatiable (A Chase Elliot Fanfic)

Breathe

Authors Note: Mature Content

I flash my Hendrick Motorsports pit pass and enter the garage, my eyes searching the stalls for Chase's. Spotting the stall and seeing that Hank's is way down the line I think about what I am getting ready to do. Am I really going to try and seduce Chase in front of all these people, possibly get caught by Hank or a member of his team? The thought of getting caught only excites me more. Strolling over to the garage I smile and wave at the crew members who wave or smile my way. I see Chase's crew chief Alan leaning against the back of the NAPA Chevy, scrolling through his iPad.

"Hey Cuz." I say placing a kiss on Alan's cheek. Oh did I not mention that Alan is my Cousin. Yeah he's my Mom's oldest Sister's oldest Son.

"Hey Jas." My eyes start to scan the garage searching for Chase.

"Chase went to use the little boys room." My head snaps to Alan.

"Don't spare me, I don't know what you're talking about. I see the way you two look at each other. Why you're still with that dick Hank is beyond my comprehension."

"Jasmine." My name falling off that Georgia twang goes right to my woman hood. I turn to see Chase standing in the gateway, his mouth hanging open. It's not that I dressed too revealing, just a vintage Chevy tank and shorts. I smile at Chase.

"Clyde." I say and it only makes his mouth hang open more.

"Alright if you two would stop flirting I need my driver. So." I turn back to Alan.

"Is it okay if I stay here? Maybe I can run some errands for you? It's lonely at the motorhome, I don't know what to do with myself. I need to do something with my hands." I hear a crash and a mumbled fuck. Looking over I see Chase has run into a tool box and has knocked all the tools off. He stands back up with a handful of tools and disposes them onto the box. He turns to me with his eyes narrowed into slits and his eyes asking what the fuck. I shrug my shoulders. Alan turns back to me.

"Stay here whatever, just leave my driver alone Jas."

"Sure no problem but do you have some water? It's a little warm out today. I need something cold to drink. Oh and a towel in case I get all sweaty." We hear another crash and looking over Chase has dropped his helmet, knocking over a bucket of nuts and bolts. Alan turns to me glaring. I throw my hands up.

"Not my fault your driver has a dirty mind." Alan turns away and before Chase climbs into his car he very discreetly gives me the finger. Walking by him I whisper,

"That's the idea." I look back to see Chase's eyes have bugged out.

"Elliott." Alan yells, making Chase glare at me then he climbs into his car. With a satisfied smile, I perch myself on an empty stool by the work bench. I watch from the TV attached to the work bench first practice. Chase seems fast. When it's over he pulls the NAPA Chevy back into the garage. I watch as he climbs from the car which does things to me it really shouldn't. Once he has all the safety devices off he walks up to Alan who is standing next to me but it's what he does while walking over that nearly has me spreading my legs and begging for him to fuck me right here and now. He slowly unzips his fire suite. Jesus Christ that's hot. I squirm in my seat and look everywhere but at Chase, not trusting myself but my eyes betray me and I glance over to see him smirking at me. Why, he did that on purpose. I glare at him and he chuckles. Before he can say anything to Alan I jump down from the stool and peep outside.

"Looks like rain guys." They both look out to see the darkening clouds.

"It was getting a little windy off of turn three." Chase says.

"Well I better get back to the motorhome. I don't have an umbrella with me. Don't want to get wet." I pat Alan's back and when I do, I see Chase has started to blush a deep scarlet and he's looking down at the ground. I only make it a few steps out of the garage when a hand grabs my upper arm turning me. I expect it to be Chase but it's Alan.