Page 35 of Tattoo My Heart
“How am I supposed to get up there?” she asks with her hands on her hips. “This is seriously obnoxious.”
I walk up right behind her, resisting the urge to just pick her up and throw her up there. I think she’s had her fill of me teasing her for the day.
“Put your foot on the bottom rail,” I instruct instead and watch her as she does it. “Now grab the bar and push yourself up.”
She tries once, but her leg doesn’t hold her up for long enough to reach the seat. She tries again, this time, grabbing with two hands the bar I showed her. Unfortunately, it is not helpful for her at all. She is now sort of dangling from the bar, one foot on the rail, the other blindly looking for it.
“I’m not sure what’s happening here, man,” Ray chuckles from next to me. “But it’s funny as all hell, I’ll give you that.”
By Evie’s third attempt, my heart just can’t take it anymore, so I step forward, ready to help. With one hand under her ass, I hoist her up, and she finally lands in the seat of the truck.
She doesn’t say anything when I get in with ease, but the look she gives me speaks volumes.
“Okay, folks,” Ray gets in, too. “Let’s get this show on the road. Cal,” he looks at me over Evie’s head, who is sitting in the middle. “One of my guys has a vehicle ready for you at my shop. It’s my white truck.”
“Appreciate it, man.” I nod in thanks, and we are finally rolling out of this field, with my Jeep secured on the bed of the towing truck.
The drive back into town is quiet. Ray attempts talking to Evie, but she is having none of that. I’m sure she will unleash on me as soon as we’re alone, but I am looking forward to it.
Keys for Ray’s truck come flying at me as I approach the bay area of the shop, and with that, me and Evie are now heading toward her small house.
“I have never in my life,” she doesn’t disappoint when she starts on me, “have been as embarrassed as I was just now, Cal. I can’t believe you did that to me!”
“Did what?” I tease her. “Suck on your pussy through your leggings?” Her gasp of shock and the way her eyes are bulging out of her head are amusing me to no end. “I’ll do it again, Evie. But this time, leggings off. I’ll get naked, too,” I promise her.
“Oh Jesus,” she slaps a hand over her mouth. “If you ever,” she points at me. “And I do mean ever, dare to repeat those words to me or anyone else, I will… I will…”
She seems to be at a loss as to what she should say. At this point, I am pulling into the driveway at her house, but I’m not sure she is even realizing that we are stopped, or she’d jump out to run and hide.
“I will do it all night long, Evie,” I lean forward to get closer. “I will not stop,” I whisper, watching as her breath hitches. “Not even when you beg me to. You will take it, and you will love it.”
For a split second, she looks like she is about to say something, but then she decides against it. Instead, she turns around and grabs the door to open it and jump out of the truck.
“At least it’s not moving this time, baby,” I give her a mock praise and laugh when she gives me the finger.
I wait for her to reach the front door and unlock it. With hurried moves, she walks in and slams the door behind her, leaving me to stare at the front of the house.
The sun is shining even though it’s getting to be late in the evening, and the birds are chirping in the distance. It is the perfect summer night, the kind we dream about all winter long. Evie’s small house makes an idyllic picture. It makes me want things I shouldn’t have any business wishing for.
Things like spending time with her, watching sunsets together, driving around and laughing at the weirdest things.
I shake my head to clear it, then press my foot on the brake pedal to put the truck in reverse. I almost start rolling back and onto the street when I realize that is not what I want to do at all. I want to go inside and continue with Evie what we started back at the pond.
I hesitate for a second, wondering what to do. The sound of my cell phone ringing buys me a few more precious moments.
“What’s up, man?” I say in greeting when I see that it’s James calling.
“Nothing’s up with me,” he chuckles. “I’m calling to see what in the hell you did with Evie.”
My grin dies off my face at that. He makes it sound like a bad thing.
“What are you talking about?” I have to phish for information first, see what I’m dealing with.
“Evie just called Carrie,” he explains. “She sounded hysterical…”
“She was crying?” I boom into the quiet truck. “Why the hell was she crying?”
“Who said anything about crying?” James sounds incredulous. “But it concerns me that is where your mind went right away.”
