by E. K. Blair
“That actually sounds wonderful,” I start, his mouth immediately turning up and his eyes beginning to twinkle, “but Kaitlyn called me at obscene o’clock and asked me to go to Parker’s shindig tonight.”
His mouth actually drops open before he can stop it, his eyes bulging. “You’re going to Jones’? You never go to parties!” he says, half-accusatory.
“I didn’t say I wanted to go, but she’s a good friend and she didn’t want to go alone. She played the ‘safety in numbers’ card,” I explain.
I see his lil smirk and dimples; he really is captivating. Seconds before he finally makes direct eye contact, he says, “cards, huh? Well, I call. I’ll pick you girls up here at eight.”
Smug in what he believes is his clever victory, he turns and leaves my room with a little extra cock to his walk. I’m actually thrilled he’s taking us because I’m always the most secure when Evan’s around, but I dare not burst his bubble.
What had I gotten myself into now? I was currently being brushed and plucked, courtesy of Kaitlyn, like a pedigreed poodle about to take Best in Show. Finally, after a tortuous hour, she’s finally decided I’m bonfire worthy and releases me from the cloud of sprays, powders and other girlie majiggies she so loves.
I have four forms of myself perfected: uniform covered in dirt and sweaty, just woke up with sleep in the corners of my eyes, fished all day ponytail and smelly, and lastly, going to school ready. Tonight, my dark blonde hair hangs just past my shoulders with a slight curl. The neckline on my soft green shirt is a little low and my jeans a little tight, but Kaitlyn conceded to light makeup so I caved on the outfit. Plus, she let me wear my boots! This Laney needs a second opinion and I know the perfect polling subject and exactly where to find him...to the couch I go!
“Dad, how do I look?”
My father does a long, anguished appraisal. “Not much like my slugger, I’d say, but real pretty, honey. Real pretty.”
Is he still breathing? That whole throbbing vein in forehead thing can’t possibly be good for him.
“Daddy...don’t worry. I’ll be home before you know it, not really mine or Evan’s thing.”
“Well hell, slugger, why didn’t you tell me Evan was going before I looked at ya? Have fun then,” he says as he turns back to the baseball game on TV, vein in his forehead no longer visible.
I love how he trusts Evan, but not if it’s more than he trusts me! Oh well, he’s letting me go without a hassle.
Disaster averted, I head back upstairs where Kaitlyn is finishing up her own final touches and grab my phone to let Evan know it looks like we’re ready.
Laney: Hey, ready when u r
Evan: Born ready, just walked in.
Chapter Three
Eye Opener
Laney
Evan seems “off” the whole ride to the party. Kaitlyn is chattering from the backseat and I’m chiming in an “uh huh” here and there and the occasional “oh really,” but Evan hasn’t spoken.
When I came downstairs, I thought I looked pretty tame, maybe even good. Hell, half his groupies wear more suggestive outfits to school, but the look on his face was one I didn’t recognize. Never before tonight did I notice how his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. And the tugging on his collar is definitely a new move. He seemed to want to say something, like “who are you?”, but never did, just guiding me to his truck silently. Was it disgust? Disappointment? I never should’ve let Kaitlyn dress me.
Second guessing myself, it seems to take forever to reach Parker’s. As we pull through the gate, I can see a makeshift hayride up ahead, perfect farm party transportation as many of the vehicles tonight won’t make it out to his back pasture. I’m quite familiar with the Jones’ farm; our families have been friends since before Parker and I were born. In fact, our fathers used to be fishing partners, so we were raised together. I’m quite comfortable with my actual locale; thank goodness, since Evan’s weird vibe is throwing me off a bit.
Evan lets us out, but not before he breaks his vow of silence to ask me to wait up for him to park. I stay put and wait while Kaitlyn runs ahead to the hayride, jumping in with the other waiting passengers. I glance ahead of her and do a quick inventory...everyone waiting is pretty cool, with the exception of Madison and Michelle. Ugh.
Not only are they captain and co-captain of the cheer team at school, they are also the self-nominated President and Vice President of the Evan Allen Fan Club. I lovingly refer to them as “MM.” Not only does it fit their names, but also “Malnourished Morons.” I’d never told Evan any of their backhanded comments; he seems to see their ugliness fine by himself.
“Laney Jo? No freakin’ way!”
Thanks, Parker, for not drawing attention to me.
He runs over, picking me up around the waist and twirling me in a classic Parker bear hug; he’s not a small boy. “How’s my girl?”
Starting offensive and defensive lineman, Parker is a gentle giant. He’s also a great ear and amazing friend; I’m feeling better and better about coming tonight.
“Hey, brother,” I say with a kiss on his cheek. “Thought I’d make an appearance."
“I am so pumped you’re here! I can’t believe it!”
Neither can I, Parker. Neither can I.
“I am sooooo getting you drunk tonight, Laney!” Parker gushes. I secretly know he’s all talk, he’d never put me in harm’s way, nor would he ever allow anyone else to do so, either.
“Not a chance in hell, Jones. I got her.”
There’s Evan with that perfect timing again. There was zero chance I was getting drunk tonight, but I’m glad to have the back up. Not to mention, Evan’s now spoken twice!
“Damn, Evan, lighten up, dude. Laney needs to have some fun,” Parker argues.
Evan says nothing back; he simply puts his hand at the small of my back and leads me to the wagon. I’m not sure what’s going on with him tonight, but I hope it ends soon. Evan’s very seldom in a bad mood, and I never don’t know why, or how to fix it. I’m so getting to the bottom of this.
The wagon takes off, and as we get lower and lower in the valley, I get more anxious for the actual bonfire; I always get cold easily. Sitting beside me, Evan takes off his letter jacket and drapes it around my shoulders. Even more than the warmth, I enjoy the manly scent that is signature Evan and flush. Oh my God, did I just inhale out loud? Judging from Evan’s low chuckle, I did. Nice.
More than Evan’s weird mood, what is going on with me tonight? I’m at a party, I’m dressed like a Kaitlyn-bot, and now I’m audibly sniffing my best friend’s jacket? MM should be handing me a membership application any minute now. I do a count in my head; nope, not premenstrual...
Not a second too soon, we arrive at the back pasture and the ride stops. Evan unloads ahead of me and he turns, putting his arms out, ready to catch me. He gives me a smile that causes my breath to catch and says, “come on, let’s live a lil.”
So I do what any girl who has a gorgeous, all- American boy waiting with his arms out would do...I jump.
This party is actually pretty fun and I like almost everyone here. Kaitlyn has obviously nominated herself the non-designated driver. She’s chugging drinks down and flirting with every guy here, including Evan. I’m happy just sitting on my bale by the fire actually giggling a bit at her, when Matt Davis quickly slides in the empty spot Evan left in search of some non-barley based drinks for us.
“Hey, Laney. To what do we owe the honor?” Matt slurs.
“You don’t owe me anything, but I’m flattered you consider it an honor,” I retort, with a snap in my voice. I’m not oblivious to the fact that Matt has always had a “thing” for me, one I do not reciprocate. I’ve often wondered if he’s the culprit behind the creepy notes, but he’s had an alibi on too many occurrences.
“You want a drink?”
“No thanks, Matt. How are you getting home tonight?” He’s not a completely bad guy and I for sure don’t want to see him hurt.
“I don�
��t know. Wanna gimme a ride?” “I didn’t drive tonight.”
“That’s okay; you can still give me a ride.”
Oh, isn’t he clever? His drunken innuendo doesn’t warrant a response and it’s not the right time for Evan to walk up, I assure you. Matt’s legs are dangling in the air before I even register it completely, as he’s lifted by his shirt collar in one of Evan’s huge hands. “You’ve got five seconds to apologize to the lady,” Evan growls.
“Geez, sorry, Laney, I was just kidding,” Matt musters insincerely.
I don’t tell him it’s okay, because it’s not, but I do say, “put him down, Ev, so not worth it.”
“You sure, Laney? Your call.”
“Yes, I’m sure, Brutus. Put him down and let’s take a walk?” I don’t have to ask him twice. Matt’s flat on his ass and Evan’s at my side in a flash. Walking away for a little breather, I latch my arm through his. “What’s up with you?” I nudge him.
He shrugs. What’s this? Evan never broods. He’s my rock, my Mr. Grain of Salt.
“Evan, it was no big deal. Just a drunk comment by a boy scorned. Why are you stressing over it?”
“I can’t stand the way he talks to you. Not to mention, he’s always staring at you and talking about you; he’s obsessed. I don’t like it one damn bit, I’m on to him. If I find out he’s the one stalking you...” He runs his hand through his hair and blows out a breath. “I’ll kill him.”
The silence seems to go on forever, but Evan needs a minute to calm down and I don’t dare chance saying the wrong thing right now.
“And the first guy brave enough to hit on you, and that’s how he goes about it?”
“What does that mean? Brave enough to hit on me?”
“You really have no idea, do you?”
I just stare at him, my expression reminiscent of my “trying to solve quadratic equations” face.
He sighs and cast his eyes down. “Laney, you’re that girl. The one guys make up in their head when they put all the best parts together to make one perfect girl. The man who gets you to actually pay attention, well, he’ll be the luckiest guy on the planet, and he’ll know it. All that, and the fact that you never date, is pretty damn intimidating.”
There’s a flutter in my chest; does he mean I’m the perfect girl made in his head? Is he intimidated by me?
He moves closer now, I can feel the heat coming off his body. Yes, Evan, find the courage. And then his hand is cupping my cheek, and I instinctively lean in to it, a little gasp of air escaping my lips.
I’ve never imagined this with Evan, it’s never occurred to me to even dare hope what he felt for me was more than a protective best friend. Good thing, I would have done the fantasy no justice. His thumb brushes my bottom lip and I realize...I could be swinging a bat, casting a reel, and driving a truck all at the same time, but I’m still 100% woman.
I think I speak out loud. “Are you intimidated, Evan?”
He leans over, touching his forehead to mine as he takes a deep breath. His nose brushes along mine, his whisper on my lips. “Not anymore, I’m done with that, and I’m done not kissing you. All you have to do is say no, precious girl. But please, please....just say yes.”
As I whisper “yes,” his mouth takes mine. His lips are soft and gentle, sending a sizzle throughout me. His hand glides from my cheek to the hair behind my ear, stroking it slowly, over and over again. He breaks contact to lean back slightly, meeting my eyes, and a whiny protest from the loss escapes me. I’m positive he sees a confusing mixture of happiness, shock, and...lust?
“Again?” he asks me in a low grumble. I leave the question unanswered, putting one hand firmly on the back of his neck, the other over his heart, feeling that hard chest and rapid beat under my palm, and pull him hard against my lips. He groans and steps in so his body is flush against mine as I open to allow him free reign of my mouth. Our tongues tangle together, knowing each other just as Evan and I do.
My mind is racing as quickly as my pulse, but instinct takes over as my hands move all over him. His solid arms, firm shoulders, strong back...tight ass. I can’t feel enough of him in this moment and lose myself to the desire consuming me. His sweet murmurs along my neck, jaw, in my ear spur me on, almost to the point of no return, until loud squeals from the party rip through our haze.
All at once, I remember where we are and that anyone could walk upon us. It also shames me that I was careless enough to leave Kaitlyn alone this whole time while I fondle my best friend in a field, so I regretfully pull back. Evan’s eyes take a while to slowly open and find mine, but in them I see everything I need to, overpowering any inkling I might have had about regret or embarrassment. In those blue pools, there’s no second guessing, these are not the eyes of my “friend.” I know my Evan, and he liked it. I really liked it, beyond my wildest dreams that I never had.
“Come on,” I say almost painfully, “we have to get back and check on Kaitlyn.”
His shoulders slump and he rolls his eyes, but finally grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers. We’ve held hands a million times, but never like this. It feels good, I feel secure, but most of all—I start to believe what people have said here and there in recent years...I feel beautiful. Evan tugs on my hand slightly, slowing me up some, and turns me to him. “Laney,” he barely whispers, “can you do one thing for me? “
He could say climb Mt. Everest right now and I’d agree. The look on his face is so sexy and now that I know how that mouth feels...wait, what was the question?
“Yessss?” Am I flirting?
“Can we pretend you’re really mine, just mine, Evan Mitchell Allen’s, at least for tonight?”
I think of the gentle hand on my cheek, the soft then rougher kiss, the protection from Matt, the #14 on his back every week, the Disney movie marathons, and I say, without a doubt in my mind, “with pleasure.”
The smile that spreads across his face and the fist pump I doubt he realizes he’s just thrown assure me I should feel as good about my answer as I do. At least for tonight...is that all I want? All he wants? I refuse to overanalyze right now; this is new, overwhelming, and exhilarating...I’m just gonna ride this wave without worrying; there’s a first time for everything.
I’m not sure which of us sets the pace for the walk back, but neither speeds it up. Once back, still hand in hand, I immediately notice that Kaitlyn is slow dancing with Matt, so she’s definitely way past drunk, or maybe he used a better line on her. Whatever. As long as I can see his hands, I’ll let her enjoy herself. Evan nudges me, so I look up.
“Dance with me?” Evan asks with an eyebrow raised and sexy plea in his eyes.
It’s “Big Green Tractor” by Jason Aldean in the background; we both love this song. I nod.
Evan sings the song softly in my ear as we dance. He has no idea what a good singer he is, and apparently my body just received the memo tonight as well. All the times we’ve cruised around together, singing at the top of our lungs, or played iPods while we fished...it did not have this effect on me. Why oh why could this not be the longest song ever written???
When the song ends, Evan guides us to settle in on staggered bales. Evan sits behind me and I lean back between his legs. He’s pressed against my back and his hands rest on my shoulders, hanging over slightly. His pinky moves up and down the outside of my arm, lightly, but I feel it.
Oh, do I feel it.
Turning my head to look back at him, I give him a smile. His own reflects back to me as much happiness as I’m feeling. It always feels good being around Evan, but something has shifted and now it feels even better. Consumed by these new stirrings and the cover of the night sky, I’m emboldened. I place my hand on his thigh and pull his leg in until it’s tight against me, hearing his sharp intake of breath. His body stiffens for a moment and then relaxes with his exhale.
“How long are we staying?” I ask quietly.
“We can leave whenever you’re ready. I’m only here because you are.” He tucks my hair
behind one ear as he says it and I’ve never felt more feminine in my life.
“I’ll be right back,” I say as I get up to go wrangle Kaitlyn home.
I secure a ride for Matt, who again apologizes for his earlier behavior, probably because he and Kaitlyn think it’d be a great idea for her to ride with them; which I respond to with a laughing “hell no.”
Holding Kaitlyn up as we wait for Evan to bring the truck proves to be a challenge and I wonder how I’ll get her past my dad. Her rancid breath is really testing the duties of friendship right now...and if she pukes in Evan’s truck, Lord help her.
“Laney, did you have fun?!” Kaitlyn shrieks from the backseat when we’re finally loaded.
“I actually had one of the best nights of my life. Thanks for making me go,” I tell her, casting a sidelong glance at Evan. So worth it; the smile on his face as he reaches for my hand is one I will never forget.
“Me too, beautiful. Me too.”
Chapter Four
Hit or Miss
EVAN
This is a huge risk, but it’s one I’m willing to take. Ever since I finally kissed Laney Jo Walker, fantasy and reality collided, and my two worlds will never be separate again. I’ve dreamed of kissing her since I was ten years old. I knew I’d never be the same when and if it ever happened. It isn’t.
Girls seem to throw themselves at you when you play ball, and temptation has gotten the better of me a time or two, but it’s never taken more than a couple days for the comparisons to mount up and my total focus to return to her, even if she’s oblivious to how I feel. She’s finally coming around and I have to push forward and never let her backtrack.
Now that I know those lips really are as sweet as honey and those hands are small but seeking, I can think of nothing else. And that little noise she makes in her throat when I touch her...my new weakness.
So here I am, sitting at the baseball field, about to ask Laney to prom. She’s blown off every dance in history, but I can’t think of any better way to end our senior year, our long journey from youth to adult that we made together, than with her in my arms. I’ve thought long and hard about how to ask her; this plan speaks her language. Her sweet little voice interrupts my thoughts.