Page 95 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
No other girl had ever brought me to my knees. But Evie could do it so easily. She made me weak with just a word or a brush of her lips.
This couldn’t be good, but I was powerless to stop it. Hell, I didn’t even want to stop it. That’s how far gone I was.
“Tell me,” she prompted.
I hooked my finger in the strap of her bikini and slid it up and down. “I made a wish for you.”
“For me?”
I nodded and bit the corner of my mouth. Now I wished I’d kept it shut.
“What was it?”
I exhaled loudly and looked over her shoulder. “Nothing. It’s stupid.”
“You can’t get out of it now.” She swatted my arm. “Come on. Tell me.”
I looked at her face tipped up to mine, waiting for an answer. “I wished that you’d get the life you want. The dream house and the good job and everything that goes with it.” I left out the part where I wished her mom would disappear and take that asshole with her.
Evie smiled. A big genuine smile that used to be so rare and hard-won but now I got to see it more often. “That’s funny. Because I wished the same thing for you.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. She wasn’t waiting for a response anyway. She got in her car and drove away, leaving me standing there wondering how and when Evie had becomethatgirl.
The one you never forget.
The one who’s so deeply embedded under your skin that you might as well have her name tattooed over your heart.
The one who becomes a benchmark for every other girl that might come after her.
And I had a feeling that no other girl would ever come close.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
Evie
On the Saturdaynight before Ridge left, he insisted I go to a party with him. It was the last official party of the summer for the guys who were headed to college to play football. Which were most of Ridge’s friends.
The party was at Walker’s house. It was within walking distance, so we could drink and not worry about driving.
I didn’t want to go to the party. I just wanted to hang out with Ridge. Take a dip in the lake. Have sex. Get drunk on laughter and high on his kisses.
I wanted to unzip his skin, crawl inside, and create a home for myself. But Ridge loved parties. He was a people person. An entertainer who basked in the attention.
People energized him, whereas they sucked the life out of me.
As much as we came from similar backgrounds, Ridge and I were not the same.
Now he was lying on the bed in his boxer briefs, his head propped up on his hand while he played on his phone. He tossed it aside when I flopped down next to him and pulled me into the curve of his body. “Shy wants us to stop by for dinner before we go.” He tugged my earlobe between his teeth and nipped it before sucking on it.
Shy was Shiloh’s nickname, and I still couldn’t believe she was so regular that she did her own cooking and lived in a farmhouse. “Let’s skip the party. After dinner, we can just hang out here for the night.”
“We’ll just make an appearance.” He swept my hair aside and kissed the side of my neck. I ground my ass against him, giving him further incentive to stay. His hand slid under my tank top, and he splayed it across my stomach, his fingers slipping under my waistband, but he persevered. “We’ll have a few drinks, chill, and say goodbye.”
“Or…” I rolled over to face him and ran my hand over his bare chest. “We could find other ways to have fun.”
“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“I could ride you….” I licked my lips, my hand venturing lower. Lightly, I stroked him through his cotton briefs. His dick twitched, and I pushed him onto his back and knelt over him, keeping up my gentle assault. Stroking him. Running my fingers along the waistband, my touch featherlight, teasing.
