Page 43 of Colorado K-9 Rescue
“That was delicious,” Mckenna said, taking their plates from the table to the sink. She rinsed them off, put them in the dishwasher and turned around to find Evan behind her, bringing some more dishes over. He placed them in the sink and their hands touched. Mckenna turned around and did something she’d wanted to all evening—pulled him closer and kissed him. This time there was no one around to see them.
She started out tentatively, not sure that he wanted this. She did, but it seemed like he’d avoided coming close all evening. She was about ready to pull back when Evan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. He picked her up and sat her on the counter. Mckenna wrapped her legs around him, feeling him even closer and happy that he was enjoying this too.
Running her hands down his chest, she began to slowly unbutton his shirt, enjoying what she saw underneath. Evan trailed a finger down her leg and back up, eventually reaching under her shirt toward her scars.
Her scars. And what was hiding them. What would he think of what she’d done to cover them? Some apprehension washed over her, and Evan paused.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” Mckenna said, partially lying. What was she doing? She wanted to be with him. She could tell he didn’t want to stop either, but what would he think of her when he saw everything? Before she could say more, Evan kissed her again, tracing the scars under her shirt. Her body responded in ways she’d neverfelt and suddenly Mckenna didn’t care anymore. She wanted to be with him more than anything.
His hands traced her scars, then down her belly until he had a hand on each hip. Mckenna continued unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it back, running her hands up and down his chest, until she was brave enough to go a little lower and undo the top button of his pants.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” Evan whispered in her ear, as he kissed her on the neck and nipped at her ear lobes.
She stepped down from the counter and they headed toward the bedroom. Mocha was off the couch, staring at them, and then lay down and covered his eyes with his paws. Mckenna and Evan laughed together.
“Don’t worry, big guy, we’ll close the door,” Evan said.
Mckenna giggled and then went into Evan’s room, turning around and becoming serious. His shirt was unbuttoned, but still on. Mckenna took care of that, then moving to his pants and unbuttoning them as Evan picked her up and laid her on the bed. Her shirt was still on, and Evan began to pull it over her head. What would he think of her scars and her tattoo? Would it turn him off?
Nerves swept through Mckenna as Evan got his first look at the red and orange phoenix she’d had tattooed to cover the nasty scars fromthatnight. He stopped and stared, and she was instantly self-conscious, grabbing her shirt, ready to put it back on.
“Mckenna?” Evan asked, a questioning look as she went to cover herself up. “Are you okay?”
“I’m more than okay, but I saw the way you were staring at my tattoo. I should have warned you. Told you about the scars and how I made them my own.”
“I love your tattoo,” he said, gently stopping her from putting her shirt back on. “I love your scars because they’re a part of you. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, though.”
Mckenna hesitated. Did he really appreciate her tattoo? She cherished everything about it, the bird in flight, ready to take off out of the fire. A sign of rebirth, renewal and, most important for her, hope. “You love it?”
“I do.”
Mckenna stopped redressing herself, staring at Evan. She could tell he was serious, telling her the truth. She threw her shirt on the floor and turned her side toward him so he could see everything better. “I wanted something to cover the scars. I loved the symbolism of the phoenix because it shows I can overcome my past.”
“God, you’re amazing,” Evan said, tracing the outline of the mythical bird with a finger. “It’s an amazing tattoo. It fits. You’re so strong and beautiful. You have overcome your past.”
Mckenna didn’t know what to say at first. Most guys she’d been with didn’t like the bird wrapping itself around her rib cage. They made comments and hadn’t seen it for what it was. Evan was different. “You are the first person who’s looked at it and understood it.”
His finger continued tracing the outline and then found one of her scars. He traced that too, his face questioning as if he wanted permission. Mckenna pulled him closer and kissed him. Hard. He broke away and kissed down her side, making her want him more. His hands moved behind her and undid her bra and then moved back down to her shorts and underwear, taking them off. She undid his pants, and he kicked them off on the floor, kissing between her thighs, his tongue probing and making her moan in ecstasy.
Kissing back up her belly, he stopped, tracing the tattoo again with his fingers, and then kissing and caressing her breasts. Mckenna tightened her arms around him, wanting him as her hips rose up toward him. He understood, put on a condom and entered her, making her gasp. Everything about him was perfect and they started a slow rhythm that increased with desire until they came together.
She’d never been with anyone like him. No one had made her feel like this. Ever. She opened her eyes and saw Evan staring down at her, taking her all in and then he said, “You are so beautiful.”
Mckenna woke up in a tangle of sheets, forgetting for a moment where she was. Slight panic hit her and then she remembered everything that had happened. Evan. The amazing way he made her feel. How they would take a break and then find themselves together again.
And how much Evan loved her tattoo. No, not just loved it. Understood it.
Where was Evan? His side of the bed was empty.
She rolled over and realized that she’d fallen asleep, and it was dark outside. What about Mocha? Was he still asleep on the couch? He needed to go out. Mckenna untangled herself from the covers, found her clothes scattered on the floor, and dressed.
Everything seemed quiet, which was a good sign that Mocha wasn’t eating something he shouldn’t. She trotted down the stairs, but there was no sign of Evan. Mocha was still asleep on the couch.
“You poor guy. You’re exhausted from today too, aren’t you?” Mckenna asked. “Come on, big guy, I’ll take you out.”
Mocha stretched, and then, one paw at a time, lumbered off the couch. They went to the back door and Mckenna let him out, happy that there were no squirrels this time for him to chase. They came back inside, and she heard Evan talking on the phone.
