Page 33 of Big Dix

Finally, all the thoughts that have been circling in my mind since the last time that I saw her quiet down, and relief replaces that growing ache this tiny little woman is bringing into my life.

Shit. I think I’ve caught feelings for Evelyn Salinas.

NINETEEN

Evelyn

When I heard his voice calling my name, for a moment, I thought I imagined it. But lo and behold, here he is, and he’s scooped me up into the bestHelloI have ever received.

Warm lips press to mine, and I moan just slightly at the sensation. We’ve been talking on the phone and sending messages the last few days, but none of that compares to the real thing. Atticus lifts me slightly higher off the floor, and our height difference is erased. His smell envelops me, that woodsy, fresh rain scent as his tongue begins that increasingly familiar dance with mine.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greets between pecks to my lips.

“Hey, big guy.”

He releases me, and I slide down his large frame until my feet hit the floor.

“What are you doing here? I thought the plan was that I’d call you when I got home?”

“I couldn’t wait any longer to see you. Hope that’s okay.”

He is so sweet. I’m goo—a puddle of want and need.

“Yeah, that’s okay.” Most definitely okay.

“Also, I wanted to ask you out on an official date. Would you have dinner with me this Thursday? But…”

Of course, there’s a but. Always is.

“I need to head out to my farm this weekend. I have a few things out there that I need to handle. I thought I’d see if you’d like to go. Maybe stay the weekend? I’d have to leave early Saturday for practice, but you could stay as long as you want. If it’s too soon and you aren’t comfortable with being out there, alone with me, I get it, and it’s okay. Really. You can bring a friend. I just thought I’d ask.” He stops rambling and smiles.

He’s nervous, and that’s refreshing. He wants to spend the weekend with me! But at a farm? Where there’s like nature and shit? I hate nature. But I love his penis, and as slutty as it sounds, I would like to see said penis in person sooner rather than later. Wonder if one of the girls could get away on such short notice?

“She’s in.” I peer up to find Jen standing in the doorway to the back of the bakery. She just winks. “Give her the address, and we’ll drive out to meet you.”

Atticus gazes back at me, that sexy grin doing all sorts of crazy shit to my girly bits. “You in, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.” It probably smells like poop.

His smile is contagious, and any doubts that I may have had about things moving too fast, a.k.a. am I being slutty if I spend the weekend with him, evaporate into the ether.

All I can focus on is a weekend spent with Atticus and what I plan to do to his body.

TWENTY

Evelyn

Atticus pulls up in front of the restaurant, and the valet comes to open my door but Atticus is out of the car, waving him off. The valet takes his keys and I watch, entranced, as he moves around the sleek sports car. This car is gorgeous, but I love his truck. His truck suits him and his ruggedness. Atticus pulls the door open for me. He extends his hand out to me, and I place mine in his. The gentlest of tugs has me emerging from the car.

His blue-green eyes sparkle with mischief, and he squeezes my hand as we make our way inside. I can’t help but think about when Glory was here with Beckett and all the wild shenanigans they got up to in a private room. I shake my head, not bothering to fight the small smile playing across my lips. That girl is a mess.

Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind having a private room to enact my own shenanigans my mind is cooking up right about now.

Atticus holds open the door for me. His hand momentarily leaves mine to find my waist so he can usher me inside before him. Tingles immediately radiate from his touch.

The hostess greets us, her eyes bulging out of her head when she realizes who stands before her. I can’t even get mad about how she’s checking him out because he definitely looks good tonight. His black slacks and dinner jacket seem effortless paired with the white dress shirt, and he casually left a few buttons undone at the top.

Why is it so hot when guys do that? Is it the visualization of what’s to come later, dessert, if you will?

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