Page 77 of My Never
“That good, baby?”
She clenches me back in answer, and a rumble deep from my chest escapes.
“I’ll take that answer any day.”
Her chest is already flushing and heaving, and I realize she’s already so close to coming. The idea that she’s so turned on makes my hips stutter, and I pick up the pace. She cries out, and I pull her hips as tight as I can against my hips as I lean my palm onto the cabinets behind her head for better support. I slam into her hard, swallowing her gasps with my lips. Within a minute, we’re both soaring and crashing hard together. I swear, every time feels just as great as the time before it, if not better. I kiss her forehead, still panting. Hearing wheels skidding on the street has my other senses rushing back to me, and we both tense. There aren’t a whole lot of houses on this street.
“Do you hear that often?”
“No,” she answers with a frown.
I pull out of her, yanking up my shorts, and help her off the counter. We hurry to the front of the house, and after peeking out the window, I open the door. Everything looks normal. We both shrug, chalking it up to teenagers, and shut the door. We spend the day lounging on the couch, watching movies, and making love whenever it strikes our fancy. Around five, Ava decides she’d rather go out to dinner instead of makingsomething since we had leftovers for lunch. She gets dolled up and we head for the truck, but stop short after turning from locking the front door.
“Well, shit, we’ll have to take your car.”
“Was it flat this morning when you came out here to get your sketch pad?”
“Nope,” I answer, an uneasy feeling unfurling inside my stomach.
“I don’t think it was flat when we checked outside after the tire squealing either.”
“It wasn’t,” I add grimly, the feeling doubling. I look around for anything else out of place. Everything else is as it should be. I walk up to the tire and look at it closely, squatting to check something that catches my eye. There’s not just a hole. Someone slashed my truck tire. I huff out an exasperated breath.
“What is it?”
“Whoever skidded their tires on their way by was likely whoever decided to slash my tire.”
“You’re shitting me! Who would go on a joyride just to slash someone’s–” she trails off, then glances back at me.
“Was he ever violent with you? Beyond his nasty mouth?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s a relief at least.”
“I’m so sorry, Mark.”
“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t slash my tire.”
“No, but I told him that I chose you. I turned him down.”
“Don’t you ever feel bad about wanting to be happy and not choosing to give that asshole another minute of your time.”
“Okay.”
“Change of plans.”
I pick up my phone and dial Colin.
“Hey, you and Syd have plans for dinner yet?”
“No, why?”
“Perfect. You do now. Come over to Ava’s and bring your truck jack. Mine’s shit. We’re going to switch out my slashed tire then go to town for a double date.”
“Shit. Okay. We’ll be there in thirty.”
He hangs up, and I turn back to my girl. She’s chewing on her lip.
