Wench With Wings (23 page)

“And my clothes?”

“You didn’t ask for your clothes, you asked for coffee.”

“Slick. Really. But I’m covered, I could just walk out there now to get them.”

“You could, but then you would break the promise you just made to have a coffee date with me.”

“Ah, yes
I
promised.” She shook her head, but still smiled. She asked about the sketches in his book, it wasn’t the one full of only her, as they drank their coffees on what is supposed to be their first date. They joked teased and smiled, forgetting all about the time. They were supposed to be in class. She glanced at the clock on his desk, “Shit.” She jumped up to go retrieve her cloths, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and held her in place. “Hey, it’s one class. I’ll go grab your cloths and bring you over to your place to dress, then give you a ride to school.
Unless
…”

“No, Ayden. We have to go.” The way she said
we
lite his fire, he spun her around and claimed her lips for a quick kiss.

“Okay,
we
will go.” He winked and smiled which caused her to smile also. ‘He’s just to damn, cute.’ She thought as she really got it. ‘He liked the sound of
we
.’ She cocked her head to the side thinking on if she did also. ‘I kind of do. I think.’

He walked back in and placed her clothes on the bed instead of handing them to her. He turned back around and took a step towards her. He kissed her then spoke, “You could always just wear my shirt, your sexy in it and plus it smells like
me
and you won’t be able to rid me of your senses at all throughout the day.” She gave a quick laugh and started to push him away. He held on. “Alright, alright, but I get to undress you,” he started to pull his shirt off her, “then dress you.” He grabbed her clothes off the bed and dressed her seductively; sweetly. “Are you turned on enough to let me take them back off again,” he said as he started to lift her shirt back up. She slapped his hand playfully. Oh she was turned on by it alright, but she knew she couldn’t miss another class.

“Down, pup.” He chuckled and pulled her close to kiss her as she kept her hands on his chest not really fighting him off. Yet he still got the hint; ‘she didn’t want to go, she had to go.’ “Okay, okay let’s go.” He grabbed her hand, laced his fingers with hers, picked it up and kissed it then smiled over at her. They walked out the door and to his motorcycle and she chuckled as she got on before him. “I don’t ride bitch, but you can.”

“Oh no
honny
, slide on back. If it was your bike I’d get on the back.” She couldn’t fight with that. She smirked with a spark of devious and slid back. He shook his head knowing she had something up her sleeve and got on. She scooted up close to him and ran her hands over him. “You sure you’ll be able to drive if I have my hands all over you?”

“Oh, I’ll be able to drive, just don’t count on me
not
giving back when the rides over.” He fired up the bike and pulled out. She ran her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, down his back, around his sides and to his stomach then down his thighs, up and back to start all over again until the ride was over. She slipped off his bike and he did the same. He grabbed a hold of her, she yelped as he smashed her against him. “What did I tell you about that,” he whispered in her ear, “now the torcher you just caused me will be worse for you.”

“Torcher,” she said sweet, innocently, “I was just trying to relax you.”

“Fake. Your innocence is fake. But I can play.” He laughed then latched onto her neck and she squirmed away giggling, he let her go then smacked her behind.

“Go get ready,
we
have class.” She ran inside. She threw herself on her bed and asked out loud, “What am I doing? I’m acting like a damn school girl with her first crush.” She shook her head and jumped up. “No time to think now.” She rifled through her cloths a bit more aware of what she should wear. Shaking her head at noticing the ridiculousness of it, she ran back down stairs and out the
back
door. “Race ya.” She yelled, to reach him at the front of her house as she hopped on her bike and started it up. He laughed and did the same and off they went to school; sort’a together.

She reached the school first, but only by a second. He pulled into the same spot next to her. She slipped off her bike and headed away while saying, “Good day to you, Ayden.” She spun around to flash him a smile as she still walked away. He laughed and shook his head.

“Good day to you, Trey.” Then he headed off in the opposite direction. He knew he wouldn’t get a kiss from her in public, but it still didn’t stop him from getting a little disappointed from it. Just not enough to ruin or even come close to adjusting his good mood. She accepted him as hers,
right now
, that’s all he cared for.

She was a bit gitty still when she left her class and practically hopped over to her tree in hopes he’d come. She sat down and leaned her head back and let her mind only hold a picture of him in there. He smiled when he saw her, he didn’t think he could be any happier, but he was at the sight of her waiting for him; he knew she was. He slid down the tree and sat by her, letting his arm touch hers and leaned his head back, closing his eyes just like hers. Neither one of them spoke a word for a good few minutes until he lifted his hand with an apple in it. “Wanna bite?” She smirked, looking at what he was holding. She grabbed his arm and bit his wrist. Yup, his
wrist
. He buried his head in her neck with a moan. Then she got up and strutted, as much as a girl could really strut, away. She heard his chuckle and smiled all the way to Tammy’s.

When she sat down in the booth next to Jos she didn’t know what to say or how to take the smile away for that matter. “Trey got laid.” Jos piped in with a laugh from the rest of them.

“Now that that’s cleared up, what’s on the agenda for today?” They all laughed even Trey then went about talking over the fights that would be up the next day. The planning went smoother than normal and the knowledge settled in the back of Trey’s mind to pull out for another day along with the rest that’s she’s been storing away. She headed off to her last class, which went easier then normal, ‘or at least better then recently,’ she thought as she headed for her run to training.

He noticed her bike still there before he headed to his and wondered what she was still doing around. He thought to go looking, but knew better; he needed to train. He would
still
show her just how worthy he was.

After training they headed back to their bikes. Yup, at the same time. Go figure. “Fancy meeting you here.” Ayden drawled.

“Hey, you wouldn’t say. What keeps you here so late?” He beamed at her curiosity of where he’s been and the opening she gave to him to ask the same thing. She cursed her mouth ‘cause she knew what this meant.

“Training in the gym, and you? Sweet thing.” She laughed at her way out that he just presented her, he knew what he did and yup, he cursed himself for it too.

“Sweet thing,” she drawled sexy, wiggling her eyebrows and all, “and how would you describe such an endearment?” He couldn’t help it, he fell into the trap of avoidance, how could he not; she was just so dang cute. He took a step forward and knew not to touch.

He put his hand over his heart to emphasize the sweet sarcasm, “The sweet taste of your lips is like nectar to a bird, fly away with me?” She busted up, even slapping her hand on her leg. He dropped his hand as if his heart was stung. “I was going for corny, so don’t even say it.” He changed the sound of his voice and replaced his hand over his heart, “I had to hear you laugh, it’s a melody from the goddess’s themselves.” She laughed more and slid onto her bike.

“I think I’m hungry for some corn.”

“I’ll take you to whatever restaurant or
bedroom
you wanna go.” He stated in hopes to get her on another date, one that
wasn’t
in his room, even if that’s where he really wanted her again and in that moment.

“Sorry got plans to cook for the girls and I’m defiantly making some corn.” He laughed and shook his head getting on his bike.

“I’ll see you after for dessert. Corn cobbler,” he asked smirking sexy and wiggling his brows. She laughed and shook her head. Off they went in different directions again.

She made dinner for the girls smiling the whole time. “So you gonna tell us about the gitty smile you got going on?” Jos piped up and asked.

“Nope, a true lady never kisses and tells.”

“Oh, hogwash. Spill lady.” Jos spoke with an old country drawl. Trey shook her head and laughed. Jos slapped her hand down on the counter, faking anger. “I’ll just ask Dane.” She threw at Trey as a matter of fact.

“Oh, he will give you details, I’m sure.
Just
not the details worth a damn.”

“Geez, be a teenage girl for a few would ya?”

“Nope, I’ve done enough of that all day.”

“You acted like a girl with a crush, didn’t you? I can see it now.” She covered her heart with her hand and stood on weak knees with a glint in her eyes, fluttering her lashes, “Oh, Ayden. How I like you so. Take me in your
arms and kiss me ever so slowly.” All the girls laughed and Trey just ducked her head with
almost
shame.

“Stop, just stop. That’s all you get for today.” She faked upset and laughed.

“There’s gonna be a tomorrow! Ladies! Ladies, there’s going to be a tomorrow!”

“Funny Jos. Now tell me, how was your day, Gwen?” They went around the table like a family explaining things from their day. Trey was happy like usual with it, but even more so thinking Ayden would soon be on his way. They cleaned up together and opened the shop to let in their first customers of the night. The tat that Trey would be doing would take more time then she wanted. She wanted to be ready for Ayden the second he walked in, but she wouldn’t be and yet she still smirked to herself. ‘How the tables have turned.’ She thought with that smirk.

When he walked into his apartment Dane was propped up on the counter in wait for an explanation that Ayden wasn’t sure he was ready to tell. “Pizza, again?”

“Of course, Ayden. It’s not like we got women
around
to cook.” Ayden leaned on the opposite counter and grabbed a piece and bit in; filling his mouth, so words didn’t spill out, that is.

“Do tell me why you had a girl here last night. And why it was Trey?”

“Damn it, I love the girl.” Dane was stumped he really didn’t know what to say. He never thought he would ever hear words like that from his best friend that only used girls to play. “Don’t be so shocked. I know what you think of me, but still, it’s Trey. She’s…well, she’s different…” He was going to go on about how great she was, but Dane knew and had to stop him.

“Alright, I get it. You don’t have to go on, but... well I just never thought this day would come.”

“That makes two of us.” They went about talking in different directions, but Dane knew that he was still stuck on thinking about Trey and he liked it; his best friend was entering the world of lost-without-the-girl and it was going to be an entertaining ride. Dane chuckled to himself as Ayden rushed off to get prettied up.

He walked into the shop unable to control his excitement. He wanted to walk right over to her, but saw he couldn’t. So he spoke up instead, “Hi ladies. How was dinner this evening, did you enjoy the corn?” The girls snapped their heads to Trey then laughed at the look on her face. She
was
gitty just like a school girl.

“The corn was deliciously sweet, though we would love to hear the words Trey didn’t speak, she claims to be a
real
lady.” Jos said sarcastically.

“Ah, no kissing and telling. Now that’s
deliciously
sweet.” Ayden smirked. Jos shook her head in disappointment; he wasn’t gonna tell either, but her brain was searching to find something to make him spill. Trey saw it and just had to stop her.

“Just take out your sketchbook and draw me a good tat I can seal on Jos for some good entertainment.” Trey said jokingly, interrupting Jocelyn’s thoughts.

“Oh, hell no. You aint giving me a tat. I’m shutting up.” She threw her hands up in surrender, without a laugh and went straight back to working on the tat she was giving. Ayden gave a what’s-up-with-that look to Trey and she only laughed then went back to her work.

Ayden was relieved the second he got Trey’s undivided attention when he sat down in her chair. “So, corn cobbler. Your taste is the chocolate of my dreams, the taste of want as you release is a dish of ice cream churned slowly for perfection.” She playfully slapped his arm, shocked at his audacity and told him to stop. He giggled and let her carry on with her work. When she was done and he put his shirt back on, he grabbed her hand and walked her out the back door to sneak a kiss then whispered in her ear, “Race ya,” he bit down and took off leaving her to shake off the shiver he just gave her with his sexiness. She took off after him.

***

Chapter Thirteen:

A Whole Lot H
appens