So whatever the reason, I’m gonna look good while Evan says his piece. Maybe then I’ll get to say mine too. I’ll get to explain to him that I don’t care about his being broken. That I don’t care about the attitude or his fears. That I understand his biggest fear—he blames himself for surviving when so many others died. But all I care about is how he makes me feel when I’m in his arms .
He pulls the door open, steps inside, and all conversation stops. Hell, the whole world might as well have stopped turning. Brad, who’s giving Rose a facial with some sample product our supplier wants us to try, snaps his jaw shut so fast I swear he’s chipped one of his tooth caps .
I see Evan’s eyes light on me, then over to Brad and Rose. Rose, whose face is covered in cerulean blue ‘vita-mud’ from supposedly Arctic Canada, just stares at him open-mouthed like he’s the last person she expected to walk in .
“Hey . . . guys .”
“Guess you didn’t tell him what the third B stands for in the name,” Rose says to Brad, who giggles. Evan flushes, and his lips thin out to nearly knife-edge lines. Rose quickly fills in the gap. “Brad said that Triple B stands for Beautiful Badass Bitches, so you’ve gotta greet us that way .”
I decide to help Evan out before he can spin on his heel and storm back across the street. I don’t know what’s brought him over here, but something’s got his short hairs up and I don’t want to pass this up. “Ignore them, Evan. What’s up ?”
He clears his throat, locking eyes with me, and I feel my heart stop at the desire and fear burning within them. Coming across the street has to be the most courageous thing he’s ever done, I bet. “Wanna get dinner tonight ?”
I can’t help it. The grin that spreads across my face is a clear answer of what I want to say, but before the word comes out, Brad interrupts. “Erk . . . back that bus up, Johnny Motorcycle. Nice try, sweet even for you, but try again. I think McKayla here deserves a little more than ‘hey, wanna get dinner tonight?’ delivered in a sexy but slightly caveman grumble. Hint, start further back in the story .”
I glare at Brad, who’d better be glad that I’m nowhere near my station or else he might find out just how far I can jam a curling iron up his ass, but Brad isn’t going to be discouraged. “Look here, Evan, you think we don’t know about the growly sex, the cameraman, and then how you snuck out? Girls share, especially when it’s the best they’ve ever had .”
“Brad!” I shriek in embarrassment. “I didn’t say that !”
Brad just looks at me, then back at Evan. “I think you missed a step here, bucko .”
Evan nods and steps closer to me, almost towering over me, daring me to step away. But I can’t. I’m pulled toward him with an inexorable draw, like a moth to the flame. I swallow my fear and stare back up at him, letting him know I’m stronger than he realizes .
Evan clears his throat, finally nodding. “Princess . . . I’m sorry. For being too rough, for not protecting you, for bailing. You deserve better and I damn well know it. I don’t know if I can give you better or more than what I currently am, but I’m fucking trying to be that guy. Will you go to dinner with me ?”
I analyze him and can see the unease as I pretend to decide whether to give him another chance, as if I wouldn’t. Finally, I decide to let him a bit off the hook. “So this is your attempt at playing nice? To ask me out to dinner like some regular Joe ?”
He barely dips his chin in answer, as if that’s all I get out of him. Oh, hell no .
“Fucking hell, Evan!” I yell, shoving him in the chest. “Have you been paying attention at all? Did I ever say I wanted some dinner and a movie date? Do I seem like that girl any more than you’re that guy? I appreciate the apology, because you damn sure owed me one. But only for that fucking ninja act. The rest? You had no way of knowing that guy was there, and as soon as you did, you jumped into action. And I wasn’t complaining about some angry sex! Lovey dovey works, angry works, hard and rough works, soft and sweet works . . . variety is the spice of life, and I’m open to trying every damn flavor you’ve got. You got some duct tape. I’ve got some ideas I’d be willing to try. Understood ?”
He’s speechless, struck stupid by my rant. Rose suddenly breaks into giggles, and I look over to see her, tears rolling down her face, leaving tracks in the blue mud as she looks at Brad. “Did she just say duct tape ?”
“She said duct tape,” Brad confirms. “But shh . . . I think McKayla’s about to get all My Little Pony Lovey Dovey .”
“So yeah,” I continue, trying not to think about how much I want to kick Brad’s ass, “let’s eat. But you’d better bring your bike .”
He seems shocked I’m actually doing it, giving him another shot. His control snaps, and he roughly grabs my waist to yank me toward him, covering my mouth in a deep kiss as he leans me back a bit .
He thrusts his tongue in, and I taste him, that combination of mint and the tang of his caffeine habit that makes me moan, the vibration rolling through my throat. I notice the cigarette smell is gone . . . and part of me says that’s because of me .
He pulls back, grabbing my hand to drag me toward the door. Over my shoulder, I call out to Brad. “Bye, bitch. Early dinner, apparently .”
I think Rose squeals in delight at the whole scene, but that could just be the door needing oil. In moments, we’re on his bike, flying down Main Street and heading west toward the open, sparsely populated areas in that direction .
We ride for a while, the wind the only sound as we lean and sway with the road. It’s a beautiful dance and relaxes both of us. My hair whips around my face, but I don’t care. I have Evan, I feel better, and as the sunset turns the sky blood red . . . I feel good .
We pull over at a Mexican food place and settle into a booth, Evan beside me, blocking me in. I douse the chips in salt as per usual, Evan practically gasping at me. “What the hell are you doing? How can you eat them with all that salt ?”
I grip a chip daintily between two fingers and dip it into the salsa. “Just made them more delicious.” With a hearty chomp down on the chip, I enjoy the treat, sneaking my tongue out to lick the crystal remains from my fingers .
The salsa isn’t that great, way too mild for a girl who grew up eating real habanero salsa, but I don’t care. What I care about is how Evan groans at the sight of me sucking my fingers, and I smirk, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him and rather enjoying it .
I let Evan order pork enchiladas for both of us, and as we eat our meals, I swear the man blushes. “This is the first date I’ve been on since before I enlisted .”
“No shit?” I ask. “Well, I hope I’m a good re-introduction to dating life then. So . . . I already know all the basic shit. Tell me about work .”
“It’s good. I enjoy the challenge, even Fast Eddie’s ‘Stang .”
“Fast Eddie?” I ask as I try the enchilada. Damn, that’s pretty good .
“The town’s local gearhead,” Evan says with a laugh. “He calls himself a racer, but he’s not very good. With the amount of money he sinks into that ‘Stang, he should be doing a lot better. He’s just . . . well, he likes that ‘Stang at least, and he’ll admit that it’s not the car, it’s the driver. So, what’s it like at the salon ?”
I’m careful as I talk about the salon’s future, walking on eggshells to keep from putting pressure or expectations on Evan. “I’d like to see us get a solid reputation,” I admit, “but also I really want to get to the point where I’m not having to do all the cutting myself. Not saying I don’t like cutting hair, but I’d like to turn the regular cuts over to someone who doesn’t have my experience .”
“I can get that,” Evan admits. “I don’t know if I’m insane, but I’d like to grow past where I am too. I’d like to think . . . well, you help me see a future that I didn’t think was available for me .”
“If you mean a future with days like this, we can keep discussing things,” I tease, making him smile. We continue, and it seems I’m front and center in just about e
verything he says. We relax, joking and making me feel at home with him. Like a real couple. My heart melts and fires up all at the same time to think that this powerful monster of a man wants me, and I know that as long as he does, I’m his .
The ride home blinks by in a rush, and as he pulls the bike into the garage and closes the door, I think for a second that he’s going to walk me home like some nice guy and settle for a sweet kiss goodnight. “So, I had a nice time .”
Instead, Evan steps closer, taking my hand. “Me too. But I don’t want it to be over .”
I laugh, stepping closer. “Me either. Wanna know what I’m thinking? Well, first off . . . crazy idea here, but why don’t we try a bed? And I know it’s cliché, but perhaps slow and soft is just what we need .”
He growls, scooping me into his arms and heading for the stairs. “I can do a bed,” he says as he kicks open the door. “I don’t know about soft and slow though .”
“Why’s that ?”
His voice thick with desire, he growls deeply, “I need to kiss and worship every inch of your fucking perfect sexy body, Princess .”
We reach the bedroom up top, which looks more lived in than the last time I was here. There’s a footlocker with clothes piled neatly on top of it in the corner. He sets me down in the middle of his bed, his eyes roving over me, making me squirm in anticipation. “Stop,” he commands. “Be still .”
“What are you doing ?”
Evan steps back, then nods to himself. “I’m taking a mental snapshot of you right now. The way your hair fans out like a halo of cotton candy, the sweet smile on your lips, your chest heaving with need. It’s something I’ll remember forever .”
He leans over me, resting some of his weight onto me carefully, pinning me down. He traces a fingertip along my jawline, following it with little nibbling kisses. I gasp, pulling at his t-shirt to trace his muscles and scratch his skin lightly, making him nip my skin and adding to my cries. “Yesss . . .”
He continues, outlining the contours of my collarbone and the line of my cleavage peeking out the top of my shirt. His fingers work to undo every button as I untie the knot at my waist, and when he pulls the shirt open, exposing me to his eyes, my skin instantly covers in raised bumps. “Every time . . . flawless .”
I reach down, undoing the clasp on my bra and opening myself to him. “You deserve every inch .”
Diving in, Evan covers the upper curve of my breasts with sucking kisses and nips until I arch toward him, silently begging for more. Teasing me, he moves around, under and over the soft mounds, never touching my nipple but occasionally teasing the peaked nub with his warm breath, making me whimper. “Fuck, Evan . . . I thought you said you couldn’t go slow ?”
“I wanted to do the best I could,” he says softly before bending down and capturing my right nipple with his tongue and teeth, pulling back until my breast is tugged and delicious pain mixes with the electric pleasure of his touch and I cry out, arching my back .
My cries seem to ignite him and he lets go long enough to rip my jeans and panties off and strip himself, laying back onto me so that we are skin to skin. The feeling of him pressed against me is better than anything, and when he reaches down to cup my pussy, I’m ready for him. “Please, Evan .”
He brushes my hair back from my forehead, not moving his other hand but not entering me as he looks into my eyes. “Slow down, my Princess. We’re trying new flavors, remember ?”
I can’t. I’m already on edge just from his cock being so close to filling me. But the way he said ‘my Princess’ gives me the strength, and I nod slightly, panting as he smiles down at me .
“Speaking of flavors,” he continues, “I want to taste you .”
I cry out in argument as he moves away from me, feeling cold without his body covering mine, but the instant his tongue touches my pussy, fire runs through my veins. I reach down, grabbing the backs of my knees and offering myself wantonly to him, giving him total and complete access .
He licks my clit in broad circles with his tongue, using his fingers to massage my pussy lips, tormenting me till, with a scream, I shatter. “Evan !”
As I come back to reality, he leaves love bites along my inner thighs, and the thought of him marking me excites me. He moves back up my body, stopping to kiss my hips and dip his tongue into my belly button, which makes me giggle, and finally, gather my hands into his, our fingers interwoven as he presses them to the bed above my head .
“I don’t know what you see in me, but let me in, Princess .”
“I know exactly what I see,” I say as obey him. The feeling of his cock sliding into me with slippery ease to fill me so full of cock is so overwhelming, I tense up in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Evan . . . I’m yours .”
Slowly and steadily, he moves in and out, staring into my eyes and letting me see what I’ve only had hints of before, the man he could be. “Don’t move. Let me fuck you so sweetly, Princess. I can feel every inch of your tight pussy sucking me in, squeezing me tightly. Just. Don’t. Move .”
I do my best, trying to be still for him, but it’s so hard. Every stroke of his cock sets my body on fire again, and I’m glad that I’ve already come once, or else I’d be on the edge again already. I’m rewarded for my efforts when I hear his breathing change, short, harsh pants escaping with a little hiss as he works to maintain his torturous pace .
I want to give him as good as I’m getting, so I pulse the muscles deep in my pelvis in time with his thrusts, wanting to own his orgasm, begging him to fill me with his seed. His voice drops deeper, and his eyes flare with fire as his hips speed up even more. “Yes. Take it. Take it all .”
I wrap my legs around him, crying out when I feel the jets of his hot seed pouring into me, claiming my body, and if I’m honest with myself, claiming my heart as well .
We collapse, curling up in the bed together in a tangle of overlapping arms and legs with sweat and stickiness all over, but I don’t care. We stay just like that . . . and as I feel sleep grab me, I’m ready to stay all night .
Chapter 24
Evan
A fter McKayla leaves in the pre-dawn grayness, I get right to work, knowing that I’ve got a lot of slack to catch up on. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit, but I’m feeling an urge to make it up to TJ if I can .
There’s something different about the day. I don’t feel the need for energy drinks or cigarettes, and when I glance across the street after getting the first job done, I feel an unfamiliar sensation on my face. It takes me a moment to realize what it is. I’m actually smiling .
Sure, it’s not all sunshine and unicorns. McKayla and Brad are out of the salon all day today, off to the resort for a wedding trial run. I’d laughed when she told me that over coffee shared downstairs in the salon while she packed up her ‘travel kit ’.
“Who fixes their hair and makeup just to see how it looks, then washes it all off?” I asked, making her laugh. “I mean, really, a test drive of a hairstyle ?”
“Trust me, it’s totally a thing,” she says. “They just want to see different looks . . . make sure everything is perfect for the big day .”
I grin to myself as I work, wondering what McKayla will do to her hair on her wedding day. I decide that it should be big, bouncy pink curls, just like the first time I saw her as a little reminder of how she’d been so fiery and sassy that day in response to my anger. And underneath the dress . . . no panties. For damn sure, no panties as she gives me a naughty grin while the band plays .
“Oh, shit . . .” I whisper as I realize I really just thought about McKayla walking down an aisle toward me. Me, the guy who I swore two weeks ago would never find anyone, and now I’m thinking about weddings? This is big. This should be freaking me right the fuck out .
But strangely, I’m not. I’m steady and maybe even a little excited about the idea that she might actually take vows to put up with me. It’s like the sudden lack of need for caffeine and nicotine. Maybe McKayla’s magic or something .
/> I laugh to myself, climbing underneath Fast Eddie’s ‘Stang. Damn steering rod . . . I swear, if this fucker ever learns to drive a groove, he’d be the best racer in the state. Instead, I’m making money .
I mutter to myself as I work. “Yeah, I know . . . you’re a badass machine now, too fucked up for your own good, but deep down in your engine, most of these parts are top of the line. Little care, little bit better handling, and you’ll be showing off what you can do .”
I catch the irony in what I told the car as I hear laughter behind me. I stick my head out to find TJ caught up in a full-blown case of giggles. “Well good morning, brother of mine. What’s so funny ?”
Through his laughter, TJ hears the smile in my voice and shakes his head. “You’re talking to cars now? Serious question—has it talked back yet ?”
I wad up a filthy rag I’ve got on my toolbox and chuck it at him, a grease spot appearing on his face where I tagged him .
I laugh, feeling lighter than air for the first time since . . . well, to be honest, since before that last tour in Afghanistan. “No, fucker, they don’t talk back. Maybe that’s why I talk to them. They don’t bug the fuck outta me like little brothers .”
I mean it to be funny, and TJ laughs too, but maybe there’s a kernel of truth in that. I’ve kept myself cut off from the world because, other than Earl, and then only in small doses, I didn’t want to hear what the hell the rest of the world had to tell me .
That was, until McKayla draped herself all over my bike and changed my life forever, it seems. Since that day, I’ve done better, little by little. Sure, to most people, it’s been unnoticeable, and I’ve scared myself more than once with my realizations, but McKayla’s never given up .
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