Page 28 of Tattoo My Heart
“Or what?” I ask in a condescending way.
I don’t even have time to react when Cal reaches his hand to grab me by the back of my neck and pull me away from his buddy here. Bass, the traitor, extricates with ease from my hold, only proving that I never stood a chance.
“Or this,” Cal whispers against my lips just before slamming his mouth against mine.
I don’t have a choice.
I kiss him back.
Hard.
TEN
SeeingEvie’s hands on another man brought the worst in me. I never displayed any trace of jealousy in any of the relationships I found myself in over years. It’s not that I didn’t care about the women I was involved with, because I did, on a certain level.
The dilemma I am facing with Evie is the fact that, well, we are not even in a relationship. We shared one hot kiss and a long time crush on her part. The problem now seems to be the fact that she got over her crush on me and I am crushing hard on her.
Both my hands are now holding her head in place, and I can feel her fingers digging into the material of my t-shirt. My tongue is in her mouth, my taste buds in complete love with the flavor that is so unique to Evie. When she starts sucking on it, I am ready to grab her and throw her on the closest flat surface, ready to fuck her out of my damn system already.
“Should I just go then?” Bass’ voice reaches my brain from somewhere in the distance. It is obvious that Evie didn’t hear him, or she wouldn’t attempt to climb me like a tree in the way that she does.
I have zero shame, and I don’t have any problem continuing to kiss the hell out of Evie right where we’re standing, but I know that she will be embarrassed as fuck when she realizes what’s happening between us and the location of where it’s happening.
In a surprisingly chivalrous move, I pull my head back. I laugh when her mouth follows me, refusing to stop the kiss.
“Evie, we are in the middle of the town.” My words don’t seem to register, so I continue. “I’m pretty sure Mrs. Smith is watching us from across the street at the coffee shop. And,” I speak a little louder now, “Bass is still here.”
“Hi, Evie,” Bass’ way too cheerful voice calls out.
That finally does it.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, shock obvious in her voice. “What am I doing?”
“I love everything you’re doing, baby,” I rush to assure her. “I just think we need to change locations, yeah?”
She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times, completely clueless of what to say. When her eyes move to look at Bass, a furious blush takes over her entire face and stretches down her neck and upper area of her chest.
“Bass, I’m so sorry.”
Bass just gives her a sheepish grin.
“So, I take it that I’m not coming to the Hamptons with you for the holiday?”
His question gets my attention right away.
“Why would you be going to the Hamptons with Evie?” I grumble, remembering all of a sudden that when I got here, these two looked like they were on a date.
Bass is now looking a little unsure of himself. Given his size, it looks comical. But I am not in the mood to laugh or even be amused right now.
“She told me she needed a date.”
“Bass,” Evie stomps her foot on the ground. “You’re not supposed to walk around telling people that!”
“I didn’t know,” he shrugs apologetically. “Was it so you’d make Cal jealous?”
At this point, it looks like Evie’s head might actually blow up.
“Bass!” she yells and drops her head back, staring at the sky. “I can’t believe this is happening to me,” she mumbles. “Why me? Seriously, why?”
