Page 78 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
I shook my head. “I’m not going there. Too many girls have already been up close and personal with his dick.”
“So you want to be someone special to him?”
Did I? No. Definitely not. I trailed my fingertips through the water and stared at the tiled bottom. “I shouldn’t even be hanging out with him.”
“Why not?”
“We’re too alike. We come from similar backgrounds. It could never end well.”
“But that’s a good thing that you’re so alike. Who says it has to end?”
“He’s going to San Marcos State to play football. This is his big opportunity. His chance to do something better with his life. I don’t want to be the girl standing in his way. Besides, I have my own plans for the future, and I can’t get side-tracked by some guy.”
“San Marcos is only a forty-minute drive from Cypress Springs,” she pointed out. “Why couldn’t you have it all? The futureandthe boy.”
I shook my head. “Life doesn’t work that way. You can’t have it all.”
“Youcanhave it all, Evie. You like him, right?”
I shrugged. “Meh.”
She splashed water at me. “Lie to yourself all you want. But admit it to me, at least. I’m your best friend,” she reminded me. “I told you all about Jesse.”
“Fine. He’s okay, I guess.” But I couldn’t stop the smile that gave me away.
She grinned. “Oh my god. You’re such a liar. You really like him.”
“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want him to know. His ego is already as super-inflated as this donut.”
A few hours later, Ridge picked me up from Quinn’s house. He pulled me into a kiss, and, like a gentleman, opened the car door for me.
Who had taught him manners?
It sounded like he’d practically raised himself, just like I had.
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
Ridge
Evie was wearingbaggy black cargo pants that cinched at her waist with a white cropped top that exposed a sliver of bronzed skin. She was sexy without even trying.
“You straightened your hair.” It was a stupid thing to notice, but Evie had natural waves, and now her black hair hung down her back in one sheet of liquid silk.
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear—she wore big gold hoops in her ears—and shrugged. “I wanted something different.”
As I drove, I kept glancing at her, taking in the small changes. Her lips were painted nude like her nails, and her eyes were smoky. Smoldering. That was the word for Evie.
She smacked my arm and laughed. “Keep your eyes on the road, Dally Boy. I don’t want to end up in a ditch tonight.”
“I got you a present.” I reached into the side pocket and tossed a cherry Blow Pop into her lap.
She twirled the stick between her thumb and index finger. “You want me to eat it now or save it for dessert?”
I wanted to eathernow, and that would be my dessert. The other night, no sooner had she left than I closed the front door, slammed my palm against the wood to steady myself, and jerked off right then and there. I came so hard I felt dizzy.
Next to me, Evie ripped off the wrapper and popped the sucker into her mouth.
All I could say was that I must have been the biggest masochist on the planet. I drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh while she tortured me with a cherry Blow Pop.
