by S. E. Hall
“Our new place,” Sawyer corrects.
“Like hell.” Dane glares at him.
I have to admit, today has been great. And The Crew? The Crew is one big family—functional, funny endearing, and truly accepting of one another. Everyone cares about the others and has each other’s backs, and I’m really glad to be a part of it. I get to see Laney and spend time with my friends while holding the girl I’m so enamored with I can see nothing else. I can’t believe it happened; it’s so unbelievable. But it did. I’m honestly not a bit uncomfortable being around Dane and Laney now, and I’m pretty sure Laney feels the same way about Whit and I.
And Whitley is tickled pink, her words, to have Laney and Bennett as girlfriends. She’s always talking about them, and even Hayden, and it makes me happy for her. Whitley’s an incredible person and it’s about time everyone else saw it too.
“Seriously?” Sawyer flips a beer tab at Dane. “You really don’t trust me with her?”
“Don’t answer that,” Tate mumbles.
“No, fuck that. Answer me, Dane, do you not trust me with Laney?” Sawyer asks again, pointedly.
Wasn’t I just reflecting on how amicable our group was? Musta jinxed it, ‘cause this is hella awkward.
“Of course he does, Saw,” Laney placates, “he’s just kidding around.”
“I want to hear him say that.” Sawyer’s teeth are clenched and a huge veins throbs in his neck.
“Yes, Sawyer, I trust you. And I definitely trust Laney,” he ducks his head and kisses the side of her neck, “but it might be a little strange, having a man live with my girlfriend, that’s all. Why don’t I just buy the unit across the street for you?”
“Oh, Sawyer! You, Evan and Zach could share it!” Laney claps.
Claps. Laney Jo Walker does not clap unless she’s celebrating athletic achievement.
Yep, she definitely feels as uncomfortable as I do.
“What am I doing?” Zach joins the group, wiping off the muddy hoof prints covering him.
“Dane doesn’t trust me to share the duplex with Laney, so he’s offered to buy another one for me, you and Evan to share.” Sawyer is speaking to Zach, but never looks away from Dane.
“I just said I trust you, Sawyer. Why are you so hell bent on this?” Dane wipes a hand over his face in exasperation.
“Um, thanks,” Zach rubs the back of his neck, “but I don’t need Dane to buy me a place to live. I’m fine where I am.”
“Same here,” I cut in.
I’m come a long way with things, but I’m not living off Dane. “Everybody shut the hell up!” Tate sets Bennett off his lap and stands. “Enough. My brother goes out of his way to buy us a place, and I don’t think it’s unreasonable for him to not want a guy to live with his girlfriend.” He narrows his eyes at Sawyer. “And he’s not trying to show off and buy Evan and Zach anything; that was Laney’s idea. So everyone chill the fuck out.”
I’ve never heard Tate say that much all at once and definitely not in that tone. Good for him.
“I’m out,” Sawyer says abruptly and stands to go. “Thanks, Whit.” He hugs her and slaps my shoulder, then walks to the gate.
“Sawyer, wait!” Laney yells and runs after him, and seconds later, Dane sighs loudly and follows her.
“What the hell is all that about?” Zach asks the remaining group, all dumbfounded.
Sawyer is never the one in a bad mood, as far from the source of drama as possible
“I’m thinking Sawyer’s having some issues with change,” Tate puts in. “Everyone’s coupling off and moving out. Sawyer doesn’t deal well with being left.”
“How about if Evan moves in with me and Sawyer moves in with Zach?” Whitley says.
Zach’s smirking, Bennett’s grinning ear to ear and I’m, oh shit, I’m choking.
Tate starts beating me on the back, laughing. “I know, right?
Kinda the same reaction I had about moving in with Ben.”
“Oh, you did not!” She slaps at him. “You started packing that night, you liar.”
I can’t move in with Whitley. We’ve been dating what, a minute? I don’t know anything about her— okay, so that’s not exactly true, I know a ton about her, but I’ve never met her parents or shook her father’s hand and promised to take care of his little girl. Which probably doesn’t matter since her parents, by all lack of appearances or phone calls or acknowledgement in general, suck. But we might not be compatible around each other 24/7. Just because I miss her the millisecond we part doesn’t mean moving in together is a smart move. What happens if things don’t work out between us—then what? Oh yeah, I’ll be in jail for murdering the other guy, so I’ll be all set with a place to stay.
“Are you serious?” I ask her.
“Oh, hey, you’re back. Get it all worked out in that head of yours?” she teases.
Busted.
“Yeah, I think so. We don’t have to do anything ‘til we get back after the summer, though. Only makes sense.”
“Care to share with the class where we’re going this summer?” she bats her eyelashes.
“You’re coming home with me. I’m gonna work for Parker this summer, and you,” I grip her hips tighter and pull her back against me, “are gonna keep me company, country girl.”
“Yes, I am,” she says proudly.
Huh, she must have heard a question in there somewhere.
“Hey, Sawyer!” I turn my head and yell, interrupting the ongoing debate the three of them are having. “Come ‘ere!”
“What?” he grumbles when he gets to me.
“Why don’t you come home with me and Whit for the summer? Parker’s house is huge and he can use all the hired help on the farm he can get. You’ll love it there, you’ll make some money, and Parker’s great.”
“Um, hello?” Zach points to his chest. “Recently cheated on, nothing to do with himself guy standing right here.”
“More the merrier, man,” I chuckle. “And when summer’s over, we’ll regroup on where everybody’s gonna live. Sound good?”
“Dane!” Sawyer busts out.
Lots of yelling going on today, and this backyard isn’t that big. I think maybe everyone’s a little on edge with the end of the school year and lots of big changes.
“I quit! Be back at the start of school!”
“Sounds good,” Dane answers in a normal voice since he’s now standing right beside us. “You go do your thing; duplex is waiting for ya when you get back. It’ll be nice to know Laney’s got you there when I can’t be.” He gives him a slap on the back. “And I’m sorry. I’d trust you with my life, which coincidentally, she is.”
“I know, peckerhead,” Sawyer wraps him up.
“We gonna sing Kumbaya now? You know it’s bad when Sawyer sprouts a vagina. Come on, let’s slide bitches!” Zach screams, running through the mud hole like a maniac.
Everyone joins in, whooping and hollering, dodging the squealing pig at their feet, but not Whitley. No, Whitley holds strong, here with me, resting her head back on my shoulder, sighing peacefully.
I couldn’t agree more, pretty girl.
PILLOW TALK
“To us, the smartest fucking college students ever! May they try to invent the exam that stumps us!” Sawyer toasts.
The Crew members all hold up their glasses to his. “Cheers!”
“I can’t believe this is our last Crew night until the fall,” Laney says sadly. “I’m glad it’s summer, but I’m gonna miss everybody.”
“Laney, aren’t you planning on coming home to see your dad some?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“You and Dane swing by Parker’s when you do. With me, Whit, Saw, and Zach there, it’s a Crew night!” I explain.
“But what about Tate and Bennett?”
“Bring them along.”
“It’ll be fine, Laney,” Bennett consoles her, “we’ll try to make it a few times.”
“See, now enough sad talk, baby, finish your goodbyes so
I can get you home.” Dane swats her butt. “What time are you guys leaving in the morning?” he asks me.
“Parker’s supposed to be here with the trailer about ten,” I say. Tiny is no longer tiny and must be hauled to the farm in a trailer.
Whitley had thrown a ringtail fit, cussing a blue streak at me for days until I finally called the ASPCA and had them tell her that it is, in fact, not cruel and unusual punishment but rather the safest plan for both pig and transporters.
You’ll never convince Whitley, but pigs aren’t nice animals, and the bigger they get, the meaner they get. I’m really hoping she’s over it by the end of the summer and might settle for a cat.
“You guys need anything, just call.” He reaches out to shake. “Sawyer and Whitley on a farm,” he says with a laugh, “you’re a brave man, Evan.”
“Tell Parker we’ll be down soon, and please swing by Dad’s and make sure he’s eating and has clean laundry, okay?” Laney worries her lip. “I’ll be down after the charity clinic next week, I promise.”
“I will, but he’s fine. Now come ‘ere.” I pull her in for a big hug. “Don’t worry so much, Copper. Everything’s fine; we’ll all see each other soon. Okay?”
“K, Tod,” she mumbles, heading into Whitley’s arms. “Have fun, Whit, and please call me, and—”
“Goodnight, everyone,” Dane says for her as he carries her out the door thrown over his shoulder. “We’ll see you in eight, long, excruciating days.”
“Good idea. Come on, Ben,” Tate yawns, “I’m tired, put your man to bed.”
“Bye, guys.” She hugs Whit and me, of course teary-eyed, because she’s Bennett. “We’ll visit as soon as we can. Tate’s running the gym now, so we’ll be a little busy.”
“What?” Whitley asks.
“Oh yeah,” Bennett lowers her voice, “you didn’t hear?”
“Ty’s is now all Tate’s, free and clear. Dane finally got him to take something to run and build from on his own. Didn’t hurt,” she smirks, “that Jenee’s the GM there.”
“Wh-whoa!” Whitley apparently catches on and giggles. “Everybody wins. Go Laney!”
“Exactly! Anyway, you guys be careful. Miss us!”
“We will!” Whitley shuts the door behind them. “You guys sleeping here to head out early or what?” she asks Sawyer and Zach, who I give a “no way” and throat slash to behind her back.
“Nah, I still gotta finish packing,” Zach smoothly covers, “and I’ll need a ride in the morning, so come on, Sawyer.”
“I’ll come get you, but I’m gonna crash here,” he says.
Bastard.
“I’ll go get the guest room ready then.” Whitley heads down the hall.
“Dude, don’t make her do that work just so you can yank Evan’s chain,” Zach chuckles. “Whit, don’t bother, he’s coming with me!” he yells down the hall.
“Who says I’m kidding?” He wags his eyebrows at me. “You are such a prick,” I shove him, “get the hell out.”
“Oh yeah, boys, gonna be a fun summer!” Sawyer proclaims, rapping on the doorframe and chuckling at himself as they leave.
“What the—did they leave?” she says, drawing my eyes to her.
“Yep.” I turn the deadbolt and switch off the main light. I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt, tossing it over the couch. “Are you gonna take a shower before bed?”
“Nope.”
I kick off my shoes then lean over and get the socks. I stalk her, my eyes telling her what’s on my mind. Night after night I sleep beside her, holding her, doing nothing more than kissing and heavy petting, only a few times even under her shirt. Tonight, I’m hanging my gentleman hat by the door and hoping for more. I take her hand and pull her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me. She watches my every move as I put my phone on her dock, starting my “Hummingbird” playlist, then turn back to her.
Her pupils are dilated and I watch her tongue skim across her lip; she feels the shift in the air, her nipples already hard against her shirt. Her chest rises and falls urgently. “I’ve never,” she whispers.
“Me either.” I hold her gaze.
“No?” She doesn’t hide her surprise and maybe skepticism. I shake my head no, unashamed.
“And you want me?” Her cheeks pink and she treats that lip to her tongue again.
This time I nod, moving closer to her. “I want you so bad, pretty girl. I want to love you,” I wrap my arms around her waist, “I want to take care of you. I want to hold you. I want to be with you every chance I get.” I capture her sigh in my mouth as I cover hers, moving my hands to her perky little ass and squeezing with a tortured groan. “You want me back?”
“Yes,” she rasps out, sliding her hands down my back, around to my abs, which contract beneath her light touch, and finally to the button of my jeans. She guides each button free then yanks them down past my knees, where I finish kicking them off. Backing away but a step, her eyes rake over me, now before her in just my boxer briefs, up, down, then up again. “You are so hot,” she moans, then slaps a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.
“Come ‘ere.” I hold my hand out and pull her flush against me. “Let me see you?” I ask, tipping up her face with one finger under her chin.
She nods, biting her lip, testing my patience.
“Arms up, gorgeous,” I breathe against her neck, her pulse point, running my fingertips up her limbs as she raises them. I pull her shirt over her head, kissing her chest, neck, and collarbone as I reach behind and unclasp her bra.
Her arms come down and she lets it fall to the floor while her sultry eyes stay on mine, blue on blue, Whit on Evan. Just us.
“You steal my breath away, pretty girl. I can’t stop looking at you.” I move and sit on the edge of her bed, pulling her between my legs. My hands run along her sides as I suckle her soft, flat stomach. “So soft, so sexy.”
My girl runs her fingers through my hair, whimpering as I kiss and lick every inch bared to me, taking my sweet time. Her body is more than beautiful, more than tiny and perfect; it’s miraculous, entrancing. I can’t decide if I want to see more yet. Have I done her heavy, rounded breasts justice? Does her navel know yet that I adore it? Her hips, her dips, is that hidden balloon, that balloon that I had put there, ready for me?
She thinks so, her fingers sneaking into her waistband and enticingly, agonizingly slow, pulling down her shorts. No panties. And no soft curls.
“Don’t you move,” I snarl manically. “Aw, babe,” I rub my eyes, just making sure, “Whitley, you’re gonna kill me.” I use one finger to reach out and touch, outlining first my balloon, then her bareness, her beauty.
I’ve seen girls naked, I’ve messed around with a few more than Laney, but I have never even come close to the likes of a naked Whitley Suzanne Thompson. Laney’s a gorgeous girl, her body a toned machine, and everything she showed me was respected and adored…and why I’m thinking about this right now I have no idea, but maybe it’s because Whitley before me is short circuiting my brain. She’s so…delicate, so feminine, so not of this world. Seriously, her body is a temple; a smokin’, tight, untouched, dainty, bare temple.
If I can only pick one body to look at the rest of my life, supermodels around the globe included, I pick the one standing right in front of me. She reaches up and lets her hair down, running her hands through it. I’m gonna come right here, I swear. She looks that good.
She climbs on my lap, straddling me, and pushes me back to lie flat on her bed. That strawberry scented hair of hers falls in my face as she lowers herself over me, kissing and running her tongue over my chest, my nipples, open mouth sucking my her tattoo. “I love your body, Evan.” She blows along the places her mouth left damp, “and this,” she runs a finger down the line of hair from my navel to where the head of my dick now sticks out of my briefs, “I love this.” Scooting, she makes room to peel my underwear off, doing illegal things to both thighs on her way back up.
“In my pants, wallet,”
I pant, trying to calm myself as she hops off me to grab a condom or three. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life, my head fells like it’s about to explode and we’ve barely started. I don’t want to quicknut and spoil our first time. Maybe I should say I have to go to the bathroom and knock one out first?
Or maybe I should share this, however it goes, with the woman who knows the man I am best. That’s right; as a man, the person I am today, Whitley knows me best. And just like I know anything happening with her will be perfect and just as it should be, I know she’ll feel the same.
Too late anyway, she’s crawling back up me, my cock actually twitching up off my stomach on its own. And now we’re draped together, nipple to nipple, stomachs quivering as one, and I can feel her moisture on me. There’s one other thing I’ve never done, and she’s the one. I flip her and chuckle when she squeals, then moan low and euphorically when my tongue, joined by one finger, first finds her.
Her nails dig into my scalp. “Evan, I—”
“You what?” I ask against her.
“I’ve never!” she wails. “Never—”
I guess we’re gonna do a checklist as we go, which is fine by me. If you think it bothers me to get affirmation of everything that she’s chosen to give to only me—it doesn’t. The couple that learns together, stays together. Catchy, I like it.
Girls think guys want them to put out. They do, don’t get me wrong, but a girl who gives it only to you? Yours. Only. Ever…you will never compete with that, no matter what tricks you have up your sleeve, easy girls. Doesn’t matter who or what he is, the sole proprietorship thing is a universal turn-on.
“Me either, pretty girl. It’s okay,” I lay my left hand on her belly to ease her, “I got you, always got you.” I wait, rubbing her stomach, kissing the inside of her thigh. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she answers.
“Open up a little more, baby. That’s it,” I calm her as her knees fall further apart. When I feel her completely relax for me, I lay my mouth upon her once more.