Page 48 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
She shrugged. “If the shoe fits.”
I snorted and ripped a cherry from the stem with my teeth. The sweet, tart fruit exploded on my taste buds in a burst of flavor. Evie’s nickname was perfect for her. She was just like the fruit. “Did you know that it could kill me if I crushed the pit with my teeth and swallowed it?”
“Hmm, I don’t know.” She closed one eye and sized me up. “You might need to eat two, but yeah, cyanide is deadly.” She flashed me a wicked grin, baring her straight white teeth. Evie had a small gap between her two front teeth, a tiny imperfection on an otherwise perfect face. It was sexy as hell.
“So you lured me here to kill me?” I spit a cherry pit into the dirt.
“Since the arsenic didn’t work, I thought I’d try a new tactic.”
“How about the apples? Are they poisoned too?”
“What do you think?”
“I think we should share.” I offered her the container. “I insist.”
Evie plucked a cherry from the box and bit into it. Juice dribbled down her chin as her eyes drifted shut, and a little moan escaped her lips. I watched, mesmerized. Evie was putting on a show for me, and my dick stirred in appreciation.
Never had a cherry looked so delicious. So decadent.
For the finale, she tied a knot in the cherry stem with her tongue and handed it to me as a souvenir. Jesus Christ. What else could that talented tongue do? My mind was racing with the possibilities, and I had a hard-on the size of Texas.
I adjusted myself in my shorts. “You play dirty.”
She laughed her low, husky, dirty laugh that shot straight to my cock. I slid the cherry stem into my pocket as a keepsake.
“Takes two to play.”
Sure did. She unwound her legs from the pretzel pose, and I shifted slightly just enough so our thighs touched. Total PG shit, nothing major, but with Evie, every slight touch, even the accidental ones, felt like so much more.
Like there was enough electricity to power the entire city grid.
And we hadn’t even kissed yet.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Ridge
I’d eateneverything in my toddler snack pack, and we were still sitting on the roof of the rusted-out car and…talking. I repeat we were talking. But I wasn’t even mad about it.
“How old is Wren?”
“Two and a half.” Evie smiled, her voice soft. “Most of the time, she’s adorable. But sometimes, she drives me nuts. I love her more than anything in the world. How about your brother? He’s older, right?”
“Sixteen years.”
“Are you close?”
I thought about the question before answering. Brody and I had gotten close over the past year and a half. “Yeah, we are. He’s a good guy. Took me in when I had nowhere to go. No questions asked.”
“Now you have a big family,” she said, sounding almost wistful.
“Sometimes, I’m still not used to that.”
“Used to what? Having people who care about you?”
“Guess so. Do you have a big family?”
“No. Just my mom and sister. And I have an aunt. We used to be close when I was a kid, but my mom doesn’t talk to her anymore.”
