Evan's Addiction (38 page)

     “Ask your boy there.” Juan motioned to Evan. “He arranged it for
me. Got me an in with the Marx racing team.”

     Everyone attention switched to Evan.

     “And you didn’t think to share this with any of us?” Nic posed.

     Evan shrugged, brushing against me faintly since we were sitting
so closely. “Wasn’t my information to share. I was just doing someone a good
turn.”

     I held back a smile at his answer even as astonishment filled me
that he was able to do that kind of huge favor for someone. Talk about having
some major pull.

     Juan was peppered with questions and during we all learned that
his brothers had been hired on as part of his mechanic’s crew. It appeared
construction wasn’t all they knew. We also learned that this was Juan’s fourth
win, making him four for four.

     “Speaking of race cars; who’s sweet Camaro is in the driveway?”
Juan asked before biting into a hamburger.

     “That would be mine.” Evan declared proudly…and that had my smile
coming out because he sounded so full of himself. Guys and their cars; they
were so an extension of their penises.

     After that revelation talk of cars ensued and then suddenly plans
were being made to hit some kind of race strip after we got done eating. It
sounded interesting because I’d never been to anything like that before, and
everyone else thought it would be fun too.

     Dan, Maya’s mother and stepdad opted to stay home with Nola and
Izzy. An hour later after showers all the girls wound up in my and Samantha’s
room shuffle through outfits that were similar to those worn in girls gone wild…I
guess it wasn’t that bad…but the clothes were the kind I hadn’t worn in years.
Even when I did dress sexy it hadn’t been in these chic of clothes.

     With enough peer-pressure I ended up in a pair of Amanda’s white
short-shorts and green spaghetti strap top. Everyone also pushed me to wear my
hair down like all of theirs. I wasn’t as gorgeous as these girls but they did
know how to dress me up as pretty as them.

     Evan’s expression when we walked into the living room said he
appreciated all of it. He strode toward me with hot eyes…but then he’d been
looking at me like that all day leaving me so sexually wound I was ready to
jump him.

     “You look so incredibly hot.” He fingered the ends of my hair
avidly.

     “The outfits appeared to be the consensus of the group.” I shifted
nervously, I don’t know why. I’d been wearing less in my one piece swimsuit
this afternoon.

     His arms wrapped around me, hands fanning over my lower back,
finger tips grazing the top of my rear. “I don’t care whose idea it was.” He
growled huskily drawing me closer, letting me feel his hard erection. 

     “Before you peel that banana in your pants, Evan, let’s hit the
strip first.” Trey mocked from across the room.

     Evan expelled an irritated sigh. “I swear, that guy…” I couldn’t stop
my grin at his aggravation. His eyes narrowed and yanking me into him hard he
grunted. “I’m going to make you regret, in a really enjoyable way, that grin
later.”

     My whole body clenched and pulsed at all the ways he’d make me
regret. I was looking forward to it. “So you’re telling me that I’ll still be
grinning?” I smirked breathlessly.

     His lip curled. “I guess that depends on if you can keep your grin
when I make you scream with pleasure.”

     Mercifully, I didn’t have to respond to that because Evan took my
hand towing me with him out of the house to his car.

     Blake jumped in the back. “I’m going with you guys. Hey, did you
see what Juan was driving?” He asked excitedly. 

     I buckled myself in as Evan started the engine, revving it loudly.
“Yeah, a Dodge Charger RT. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a seventy.” He
snorted.

     “Why do you say that?” I asked. This night was completely out of
my element, but I was finding it extremely interesting and electrifying. Most
of my nights were spent pretty low key apart from David’s gamer parties.

     He gave a quick smirk my way as his shifted gears driving out the
gates. “His car looks like a replica to the car in the movie
Fast and the
Furious.
”

     I’d seen the movie so I could call up that particular vehicle.
Evan had given me some information about cars on the drive up but it wasn’t enough
to know a good car from a bad one. Hell, I didn’t even have a car.

     “Is that smirk because you think it’s too cliché, or is it a lame
car?” I asked.

     “It’s actually a really awesome car.” Evan’s admission seemed
pulled from him and I found myself grinning again, but then my grin froze and
my breathing stuttered as his hand left the gear stick to land on my leg.

     “Uhhh, the kind of awesome car that could beat yours?” I breathed.

     Umbrage covered his face and he squeezed. “Not in this life time.”
He growled.

     Blake snickered from the back. “Now don’t be lying to the girl.
You car is bad-ass, but that car could definitely give you a run for your
money, Evan.”

     “It probably runs like he does; like a girl…no offense, Red.” He
grinned cockily, and squeezed my leg again.

     He was only smack talking but I couldn’t let it pass. I had to
stick up for women everywhere. “How can I take offense when you only put
yourself down? You know I run circles around you all the time like you’re standing
still.” I patted his hand in sympathy. 

     He chuckled, giving me the eye. “And you know how much I love it
when you do that. It’s better than watching the girls on Baywatch run down the
beach with all that bouncing, and jiggling, and shaking.”

     Holding back a giggle I rolled my eyes. “You are such a Jerry
Springer reject.”

     With a snort he let go of my knee to shift but it returned
swiftly. “Of course I was rejected by them; I’m way to cool for that show.” He
stated imperially.

     “That’s not what that statement means, Dipwad.” I retorted.

     Blake laughed. “What the hell does dipwad mean?”

     I huffed at his mockery of my dig. “I don’t know; I didn’t make it
up. But if I had to explain it I’d say it had something to do with the
partiality toward dipping something in some guys ejaculation wad puddle.”

     Evan and Blake busted out laughing.

     Blake sucked in a breath. “It gives me a whole new perspective on
the word “dipshit”.

     We all made ‘
ehw’
noises, and then during the next ten
minutes we joked about the meaning of numerous other derogatory words. The
debate came to a halt when we arrived at our destination because the sight had
us taking everything in.

     It was nearly identical to a scene from a movie; cool cars, hoods
up, loud revving, and the mandatory skanky underdressed girls. My attire was
almost nunnish compared to theirs, but at the same time there were a lot of
attractive girls exposing a great deal of skin, and that kind of sucked.

     “Damn, did we take a turn at hooker alley? I’ve seen more skin at
a nudist colony.” I jeered.

     “First, you have to tell me more about this nudist colony you
speak of. Secondly, this is boy heaven.” Blake sighed in awe.

     “You’re getting boy heaven mixed up with boy wet dream, but I’m
sure it’s a common mistake.” I gaped at some girl…some gorgeous girl…in a
see-through dress with a bikini underneath. What the hell purpose did the dress
serve?

     “I never realized you were this funny in the year I’ve known you,
Shaw.” He ruffled my hair and I slapped at his hand for making my hair even
more untamed. “Did you finally find your funny bone?”

     “Yeah, and it was attached to my hand.” I wiggled my middle finger
up and down three times. “Ha, ha, ha.”

     Both of them just laughed.

     “Shit Evan, is there something about that house you’ve been living
in? You all are getting the best damn luck in the female department.”  Blake
declared.

     I wasn’t certain if Blake was referring to me or all the females
that had passed through that house. Evan did grin at me hotly squeezing me leg
one more time before gripping the stick to shift so maybe Blake had meant me.

     “You’ve taken over Landon’s bedroom so I guess you’ll be testing
that theory, Blake.” Evan offered.

     I heard a thoughtful hum from the back seat.  

     It seemed like everyone was checking out Evan’s car as we drove
through the horde of people and cars before finding a place to park. He revved
the engine one more time causing additional heads to turn before shutting it
off.

     Five seconds later he was around the car and pulling me out into
his arms. “You know you’re more beautiful than all these hookers put together,
don’t you Shaw?” His hands molded my middle back.

     Holding onto his biceps I scowled at his over-the-top flattery
even as my body tingled at his proximity. “Let’s keep our communication as
truthful as possible.”

     He frowned. “What do you mean? I am being truthful.”

     “Evan, I have bright red hair that looks like I’ve stuck my finger
in an electric socket, and I was told many times growing up that I was a weird
looking kid with too many freckles. I know people have different tastes in
looks but homely is pretty set in stone.” I pulled up a smile to cover my real
feelings, because hey, no one wants to be unattractive. 

     Every single home I was at someone had made a comment about my
hair and looks. When I was younger I had wanted to straighten my hair but
didn’t have the money. By the time I did get the money I hadn’t cared what guys
thought.

     Evan’s scowl darkened and one of his hands moved up to grasp the
underside of my skull. “Hey, you know kids can be cruel…”

     I interrupted him. “It wasn’t just kids, Evan.”

     Lips thinning, jaw tightening, bicep muscle jerking under my hand,
he bit out. “Fucking assholes.” And even though he was obviously angry his
touch stayed gentle on me…stroking. Giving a heavy exhale he continued. “Let’s
say for arguments sake that you were a weird looking kid growing up.” He rolled
his eyes while shaking his head like that was an impossibility. “Lots of kids
grow out of that, and you definitely have because you are stunning.” He
stressed sincerely rubbing my neck and lower back, and then even lower almost
cupping my rear. “And you have just enough freckles. Since seeing yours I think
a face without freckles is like a night sky without stars.” He kissed across my
cheeks and the bridge of my nose. “The ones on your lips are my favorite.” He
sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it.

     It was amazing, but his words were somehow healing years of
maltreatment and bullying. Right now, as along as he found me attractive, that
was all that mattered; his nearness and touch were making everything all right,
and he was looking down at me like I was all he wanted to see.

     Leaning into him, pressing my swollen breasts into his hard chest,
and brushing my quivering stomach against his evident hard-on, I moaned. Holy
freaking monkey-balls! I was so turned on; desire, hard and swift, enveloped my
entire being from head to toe. I swear he had a sexual pull stronger than
gravity. It wasn’t fair.

     Staring into his face I watched as his amber eyes turned fierce,
blazing with heat, and then his mouth took mine fully. It was hot, felt possessive,
and burned me from the inside out. My body was screaming in arousal and all I
wanted to do was get naked and get relief.

     “Break it apart you two.” A voice called from close by. “We want
to see Evan’s car get to the finish line, not Evan himself.”

     Evan pulled away slowly, lingeringly, with a strong suck to my
bottom lip and a squeeze to my butt. I didn’t want to but I forced myself to
unclench my fingers from his shoulders. Opening my eyes I found Trey staring at
us with a smirk as his gaze raked up and down my frame. My face was already hot
from Evan’s kiss and it turned even redder at his sizzling perusal.

     “I swear Trey, keep looking at her like that and I’ll rip your
fucking dick off.” Evan growled, stepping in front of me. 

     Trey’s mocking dark eyes switched to Evan and he raised his hands.
“I’m only looking, dude. A lot of guys are going to do that tonight so you
better get over it.”

     He moved on with a wink in my direction and I answered with a roll
of my eyes which had him laughing. That guy was all attitude and dick. Evan
growled again and I could see his back muscles twitch under his t-shirt.
Hearing it sent more desire pumping through my veins and that had me slapping
myself internally. I mean, what was I; a freaking animal in heat?  

     “Rip his dick off, huh?” I attempted to lighten the situation.

     Turning, he pulled me back into his hard body, meshing our fronts
all over again. This wasn’t helping the animal heat!

     “I don’t like the way he was looking at you.” He grumbled down at
me.

     I pushed my retort past my heavy breathing. “Wouldn’t a more
appropriate threat have been to poke his eyes out though?”

     He glowered. “No, he was looking at you with his dick, not his
eyes, and though I hate to say it that should give you proof that you’re
fucking hot, not homely.”

     I shook my head at his logic. “Guys thinking with their dicks are
highly unreliable.”

     He copied my head shake with a hint of frustration. “You listen to
me woman; you’re exquisite, hot, and glow like the setting sun. No one comes
close to matching your radiance.”

     I didn’t have any comeback to that, but thank goodness Landon and
Maya walked up drawing Evan’s attention; it covered up my speechlessness, and
the moisture stinging my eyes. The man was exceptional at compliments.

     “You’re racing right?” Landon asked with an edge of excitement.