Page 54 of Tattoo My Heart
“I would have taken you for a commando kind of guy,” I smirk at him, eyeing him from under my lashes.
“Hmm,” he licks his full bottom lip. “I will be better prepared next time.” Another lick, with his eyes never leaving my face.
I can feel my cheeks heating up, completely embarrassed, but refusing to stop. My game needs to be strong. I can do this.
With that last thought in mind, my fingers wrap around the elastic band of his boxer briefs. The bulge threatening to escape is about to give me an anxiety attack. How in the world did I have this thing inside of me? It looks huge. The female body really is a mystery. The fact that I…
“What are we doing here?” Cal’s amused tone breaks through my inner random thoughts. “You just gonna stare at it?” He sounds like he is about to burst into laughter, and I wanna slap him. Do I not have enough problems?
“What if I am?” I snap at him. “Is it illegal?”
“Illegal?” And now he is laughing for sure. “Not at all. But if that’s what you’re into, I’ll just put on a show for you.”
I snort. “A show?” I lift my eyes all the way up to his face, loving how happy he seems to be. That is also the most annoying part about him. Why is he always so happy anyway? Like he loves to give me a hard time.
“Yeah,” he nods, stupid grin in place. “Like this.”
If I were standing, I’d now be falling over at his feet as I watch him sliding his hand inside his boxer briefs. With a knowing smirk on his face, he takes a couple of steps back to allow himself more room.
I sit back on my legs and cross my arms over my chest, pretending like I am annoyed with his. In fact, I am anything but. I hate to admit it, even to myself, that my panties feel wet and uncomfortable at the moment. He is turning me on, damn him.
“You are so damn conceited,” I spit at him.
He has the nerve to wink at me. “That’s because I got good reason to be.”
“Oh yeah?” My eyebrows go up in question, trying my hardest to call him out on his shit. “And what might that be?”
As if in slow motion, I watch him cupping himself under the thin cotton of his underpants. My mouth drops slightly ajar when he uses his other hand to push the elastic band lower down his hips. His jeans slide down his legs in one smooth move, but he continues teasing me with what I am now dying to see.
“Are you ready, Queen Evie?”
His voice sounds more strained now, his tone not as amused as before. In fact, it sounds like he might be in pain…
“Are you okay?” I rush to ask.
“I’m great,” he growls, the sound reverberating against the walls of my small flower shop.
My heart is now beating in my head, the drumming in my ears a little frightening all of a sudden. I’m thinking I might pass out at any moment now.
“I’m great,” he repeats, finally releasing the monster in his boxer briefs.
I let out a yelp and shrink back. This is like nothing I’ve ever seen in person before. My mouth is not qualified for what he carries in his pants.
EIGHTEEN
Under normal circumstance,I’d be laughing my ass off at the look on Evie’s face. But these are not normal circumstances. I like Evie a lot more than I ever imagined. Better yet, I care for her.
In all the years I’ve known her, I never thought she’d one day become almost an obsession. For a brief second, I wonder if we’re making a mistake. Or, more like, ifIam making a mistake.
I remain frozen in my spot, my eyes never leaving Evie’s face, and my hand stroking my now bare cock. The look on her face is priceless, half mesmerized and half horrified. I’d bet money she’s never given a blow job before. Me having to teach her all about it is one powerful aphrodisiac.
Her mouth on me is all I can think about right now. But something stops me. I would never do anything to make her uncomfortable. Not this way.
“Baby,” I murmur as I take a couple of steps back. The hand on my cock is moving faster.
Evie is looking confused now. “Where are you going?”
I look behind me to make sure the chair I spotted the other day is still where I remember seeing it. With one eye on it and the other on Evie, I step back until I can drop in the seat.
