Page 41 of Tattoo My Heart
I moan into his mouth when he kisses me, his tongue dueling with mine, shoved down my throat. My arms are tight around his shoulders and my legs are back around his hips.
We grind against each other until I decide that I deserve to ride the wave again. He is giving it to me after all. It is so much better this second time. I can feel everything all the way into my soul.
I have never in my life felt as close to another human being as I feel to Cal in the moment when I feel him letting go as well. His hips start moving for a second and he screams something into my mouth. It sounds too much like he said, “You’re mine now!” But I don’t see how that can be accurate.
I squeeze him harder and allow him to lead us into all the sin and temptation that we can handle.
We’ll deal with the consequences later.
FOURTEEN
My eyes snapopen of their own volition. I look around at the unfamiliar surroundings, wondering whose house I’m in.
And then, I grin at the ceiling when it all comes back to me. I am at Evie’s house. Last night has been amazing. That first time sliding inside of her about blew my mind. I looked into her eyes and saw my entire life flashing before mine.
I saw with such clarity the very first time when I met her. She was a timid little thing, but not afraid to show that she had a thing for me.
My brain automatically skipped to the night when she finally gathered enough courage to walk up to me and ask if I’d like to go out with her sometime.
I cringe as I remember that day. I laughed in her face. It wasn’t because I hated the idea, but because she was not eighteen yet. It didn’t feel right. Besides, I was in college, girls always swarming around me, Evie was just a small blip on my radar.
I don’t regret saying no to her at the time, but I do regret the way I handled it. I broke her heart and made her hate me. That was close to eight years now, and it’s been obvious that she never got over it.
Now though…
I grin again and turn on my side to watch Evie sleep. The big smile dies on my face when I realize that she is not in bed with me. I frown and look around, expecting to at least see her shadow as she’s walking back from the bathroom.
Instead, I get nothing. Just deafening silence.
I jump out of bed and dive for my jeans. My cell phone is still in the back pocket where I put it last night before banging on her door. I take it out and squint at the screen right before turning the light on. It shows five forty-five in the morning. She can’t be gone already.
For a split second, I’m not sure if it’s appropriate of me to walk around her house naked as a jaybird. But then I remind myself that my cock was deep in her pussy for half the night. She’s seen all of me, and then some.
My eyes fall to the rumpled sheets. I frown when I notice a dark spot. It is a little smudged around the edges, almost as if someone tried to clean it, but they failed.
“Evie, baby,” I smirk as I stare at what seems to be blood on the sheets. The only true sign of her innocence. I feel like a complete neanderthal, all proud of seeing proof of her never having been with another man. Not like that.
Deciding that clothes are not necessary, I walk out of the bedroom, phone still in hand.
“Evie,” I call out, frowning when there’s no reply. “Evelyn,” I try again, this time louder.
I end up in the kitchen where I see that the lights are on. The house feels empty though. I don’t think she’s home.
I take a few steps to peak into her living room, although, by now, I don’t expect to find anything.
A yawn threatens to escape me as I stand here naked. I scratch at my head with the hand holding the phone while my other hand is slowly scratching at my balls. It feels oddly satisfying.
All of a sudden, a flash goes off out of nowhere. My eyes fly to the large window in the living room. It shows a pretty back yard that is now shrouded in darkness. It takes me a minute to spot the face stuck to the glass.
“What the fuck,” I mutter quietly. I blink a few times, but it’s still there. The hand I’ve been using to scratch at my balls now stops. Instead, I place it protectively in front of what is definitely morning wood.
“Hello,” the voice calls out to me, sounding way too cheery for my liking. “Meet me at the door,” she says. I realize it is an older woman speaking to me. Her hair is a cloud of gray, and her face all wrinkled up.
When she disappears from the window, I look around in panic. The only thing I am able to grab to cover myself is a soft blanket that’s laying on the back of Evie’s couch. That’s about when there’s a loud knock at what I am guessing is a back door.
I secure the blanket at my side, then walk that way, hand on the phone, ready to call nine-one-one if necessary. I crack the door open and look way down until my eyes meet a pair of green but cloudy ones.
“Good morning, young man.”
