I laughed, and tried to kiss his forehead, but got his eye instead. “Hi.”
He groaned raggedly. “Um. Hi?” He held on to my shoulders for balance. “Eva, that was…”
“My fantasy come true?”
“Yours and mine both, babe.” He wiped at my chin and the corners of my mouth, and I laughed when he stared at his hands as if wondering what to do next, since there was…um, alotof come on his hands.
I guided his hands to my dress, and he wiped his hands on the expensive material.
“I hope you liked that fantasy—I mean,reality,” I said, “because with as much as I liked doing that to you, I think it’s going to be happening kind of a lot.”
He laughed deliriously. “I think I can handle that.”
I lifted a shoulder delicately. “I mean, I liked it…alot.” I ran a hand down my front, lifting the front of my dress to bare my core. “Alot, a lot.”
“That much a lot?”
“So much I’m crazy horny.” I slid a hand into my underwear, and then slid them off and stepped out of them. “I think I need help with it. I don’t have a vibrator anymore. I left everything I own, and I have zero dollars.” I gazed up at him, touching myself. “Whatever will I do?
“I dunno, lady,” he drawled. “I think I might know a couple things.”
“Think you could show me some of them?”
He hiked up his pants, zipped them but didn’t button them, and then lifted me into the air and set me on the bike, side-saddle style. Spread my legs apart, and leaned in; the motor was cool by now, so I could rest against the pipes. He draped my feet over his shoulder and made me scream…oh, I don’t know how many times: I didn’t bother counting.
We were honked at twice while he ate me out, and I came all the harder for it.
“I think I got a little exhibitionist on my hands,” Bax said, as we finished re-dressing.
“Maybe so,” I agreed. “We’ll find out together.”
“Guess we will, love, guess we will.”
That was a new one. In the time I’d known him, he’d called me sweetheart, sweet thing, babe, baby, honey, girl, lady, woman, all kinds of different terms…but never once had he called melove.
A quick, sharp glance at his face told me it hadn’t been a slip.
“Yeah, love,” I echoed, “I guess we will.”
It was the first time I’d used a term of endearment for anyone in my life, and I liked the way it tasted on my lips, almost as much as I liked the lingering musk of his come on my lips.
“Take me home,” I told him.
“Home?”
“Yeah. Home…to Ketchikan, Alaska.”
Epilogue
Corin
Caneand I have known Tate and Aerie Kingsley our whole lives. They went to school with us all the way from kindergarten to middle school, at which point their pretentious dingbat of a mother, Rachel, moved them to New York in search of better things than what Ketchikan had to offer. Well, actually, she left them in Ketchikan first, for a while, letting her folks raise the girls. Then, when she met Bob the investment banker, she popped back up here long enough to pack ’em up and move ’em out.
That was the year we started high school. By junior year, Canaan and I were already on our fourth band, Bishop’s Pawn, the one that took us into the big time. We’d started out gigging locally, and then as far as Anchorage, and then Vancouver and Seattle, and then down the West Coast to LA and San Francisco and San Diego. We barely graduated high school, since we were too busy gigging to bother with petty boring bullshit like grades or attendance. We worked out a deal with the principal, who was a former drummer in a successful band himself, whereby we would turn in assignments remotely and check in with him regularly via email, and he’d pass us. It worked out, and we even got those diplomas early, which freed us up to start taking gigs across the country, in places like New York.
On our first gig in New York, the first thing we did was look up the Kingsley twins.
I mean, you can imagine we were close, being two different sets of identical twins, a boy set and a girl set. Lots of talk, lots of gossip. But, strangely enough, that’s all it has ever been: gossip. All the four of us ever were was friends. We chilled together, went to the mall and to movies, got stoned together, that kinda thing. I think we all thought of trying to hook up, but we just…never did. Not with each other. The girls hooked up with the popular guys and the jocks, and Cane and I hooked up with…well, anyone we could, honestly, and we even talked about our various hookups. But it never led to anything between us. Which is just…funny, isn’t it?
