Finding A Way (33 page)

My wheels stop turning when I hear the front door open, followed by the stomping of those sexy work boots I've learned to love come inside. Mac sees Evan and me in the kitchen. He makes his way toward me, scooping me up in a bear hug.

"Hey baby," he breathes into my hair.

This man does serious things to my heart. He's so tough looking on the outside, yet so kind and loving on the inside. I feel my stomach flip with excitement.

"Hi yourself." I look up at him with a gleaming smile.

He sets me down, giving me a soft kiss on the mouth as he looks me over before he makes a disapproving noise, shaking his head.

"There is no way in hell you're wearing that."

I stare at him wide-eyed, huffing out a breath.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing? I'm not changing. It's shorts, and a t-shirt Mac."

His eyes fill with jealousy and he shakes his head again.

"Trent will be all over you for Christ’s sake. Just please put on some damn pants Callie. I don't feel like having to beat the shit out of my best friend today."

I cross my arms over my chest standing my ground. There is no way in hell I'm changing. If he’d asked me to like a civilized human being, then I would’ve humored him, but now he can kiss my cute little ass.

"Nope," I state flatly.

I can see how much this pisses him off because he runs his hands roughly through his hair, giving it a little tug. I noticed he only does it when he's frustrated about something.

"Do you always have to be so damn stubborn?" he asks me.

I place my hands on my hips, seductively doing a little twirl for him.

"You don’t like it?" I question, moving my hands so I showcase my outfit like Vanna White.

His eyes take me in again, starting from my v-neck t-shirt which stops just a little above of my shorts, exposing some of my stomach. Then they travel to my cut-off jean shorts that stop about mid-thigh, and last but not least his gaze settles on my worn pink Chuck Taylor’s, which I know he loves, since every time I wear them he gets a noticeable hard on.

"You look smoking babe, but it's bad enough I have to deal with Trent's hands on you. Now I'm going to have to deal with him staring at you like you're a piece of meat. I can't deal with that shit, Callie. I swear I'll blow a fucking gasket."

I give him a glare.

"Fine, I'll throw a sweatshirt on, but I'm not changing."

I spin around and head up to my room. I hear Evan, who hasn't said a damn word the entire time, laughing and making a jab at Mac.

"Oh yeah, ya got it bad man," Evan taunts.

I roll my eyes at the two of them as I look through my closet for the most revealing sweatshirt I own. No one said it had to provide full coverage.

"Oh yeah, ya got it bad man" Evan taunts.

I shoot him an unimpressed glance.

"Like you wouldn't be giving Sierra shit if she was going to spend the day with Trent."

He shakes his head, laughing.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Trent is a horny bastard."

"You're right there."

Evan stands up, grabbing his smokes off the table.

"Smoke?"

I nod my head at him, following him out on the back porch. I lean against the railing, light my cigarette, and inhale. I love smoking. I know people say it's no good and all that shit, but it's my thing. I love feeling the smoke, inhaling it. It calms me down.

"So, what's she gettin' anyways? Sierra's keeping that shit under wraps. You might wanna be worried, man."

I laugh, taking another drag and exhaling.

"No clue. She won't tell me. Hopefully it's not one of those girly tattoos like a butterfly or some shit."

Evan takes time to guess.

"What if she gets a tramp stamp?"

I scowl at him. There's no way Trent is getting close to my girls tight little ass. I'll fucking do the tattoo myself at that point.

"She's not fucking getting that shit. There's no fucking way," I snap at him.

He lets out a chuckle as the patio door slides open, revealing Callie. I flick my eyes up, making sure she's actually wearing clothes now, but of course, she's testing my patience again.

What she's wearing doesn't even qualify as a sweatshirt. The thing is hanging off of her shoulders in a weird way that some women think is fashion or some shit, and the bottom has been cut off, leaving it cropped. I notice the thin straps that now replace where her T-shirt used to be.

Evan lets out a loud laugh, pissing me off again. He's fucking eating this shit up. I know he is. He loves that the woman I'm head over heels for is purposely trying to torture me.

Lord, why can't she listen?

She does an adorable fucking twirl again, showing me her outfit. I take a minute to appreciate the fact that my girl looks damn amazing in anything she wears. Everything she owns shows off every one of her mouth watering curves. I feel myself getting hard as she smiles innocently.

"Better?" she challenges, her voice laced with amusement.

I give her a playful look, moving toward her, and throwing her over my shoulder in one quick sweep. She squeals, laughing, my hand connecting to her ass in a hard smack.

"It's gonna have to be, baby. We're gonna be late if you have to change again." I tighten my grip on her and carry her through the house.

"Bye Evan!" I let out a chuckle only I can hear, shaking my head at her.
This girl.

I set off in the path of my truck. I flip her back over my shoulder letting her body slide down mine until I feel her legs wrap around my waist half way down.

"You're the definition of a caveman," she teases.

I stare at her for a second, studying every detail of her face. She takes my breath away. Even with her hair a total mess and her top all fucked up from my assault, she mesmerizes me. I stare into the ocean blue of her eyes, whispering low enough for the both of us to hear.

"Did I tell you how much I love you today?"

She tilts her head to the side, scrunching up her nose in a way which looks like she's thinking hard.

"I don't remember. Would you mind telling me because I'd love to hear it again."

I lean in close, our mouths only a finger’s width apart. I stare into her eyes.

"I fucking love you, Callie Rose. I even love this..." I place a light kiss on her tiny nose, "adorable fucking nose." I lean down to her bare neck. I place a kiss on it, too. "Your sexy neck." I kiss the bare skin which sits just above her tits. "And don't even get me started on these beautiful tits."

Her eyes shine with excitement.

"Is that all?"

I chuckle at her, and bring my mouth up to meet hers. I run my tongue along her lips, giving them the moisture they desire.

"These lips," I confirm, squeezing her ass roughly. "This ass. I love it all baby. Every single part of you.” I tell her.

She kisses me softly, her lips lingering on mine.

“I love you too, Malcolm Davis.”

We pull up to the tattoo shop, seeing the lights on and the open sign on, which is strange since Trent said he wasn't going to be opening today. I see Callie's face morph nervously, her eyes watching what I do.

“You'll be fine, Callie.” I encourage.

She turns, grabbing my hand, and intertwining them together.

“Promise you'll stay with me, but you can't look when he's doing the tattoo. I want it to be a surprise.”

I nod.

“Come on baby. I promise. If we sit in this truck any longer, you're gonna get cold feet. There's no turning back now.”

I hop out of the truck and open Callie's door. My tiny gesture must impress her because she looks at me adoringly. It makes my heart beat a little faster. The effect she has on me is new and nerve wracking. I've never given this to anyone after Leah. I didn't expect this.

We walk into the shop and hear the sound of classic rock music and the buzz of the needles in full swing.

“Welcome to Etched. What are you two looking to get done today?”

I look up to see the face the voice belongs to and I know this must be Trent’s arch nemesis standing behind the counter.
Shay
. The woman Trent loves to hate.

I find his tantrums, when it comes to Shay, hysterical. The black and white truth is this woman actually got under the skin of that block head. It’s priceless, and pretty impressive.

“Not me, she's got an appointment with Trent.” I say to her.

I feel Callie squeeze my hand a little tighter at the mention of her getting some ink.

“Awesome, I just need you to fill out some paperwork first. Plus, Trent isn't here yet. So, if you two wanna take a seat, I'll let you know when he shows up.” She sounds annoyed.

“Thanks. He'd be late for his own damn funeral,” I joke laughing loudly.

She nods her head in agreement.

“Definitely.”

Callie filled out her paperwork fifteen minutes ago and I can tell she's getting anxious. She has suggested we come back at least five times already. I'm gonna kill Trent when he gets his ass here. He knows she's nervous as fuck, and yet he's still not here.

Shay sits down on one of the couches by us as we bullshit, waiting for the princess to get here. Shay is actually a cool chick, and she and Callie hit it off.