Folding my leg with my foot pressed into the leather, the long shirt exposed the butterfly he had stamped on me. It was perfect, and now every time I look down, I see more than our history. Now I see and feel his tongue tracing the tattoo.
The fishnets were becoming a torture chamber for my pussy, with the rhinestones pressing against my ache with no guilt. I wanted to rip them off or touch myself right here, next to Bowey. I hadn't decided on which yet.
The breeze creeping through the window dusted over my fishnet covered legs. “What happened to you? You used to be so sweet, kind, forgiving…” I didn’t even mean to ask; my head was filled with toxins—he knew better than I did.
“Shit happens. You want the highlights? You left, dead twin, Clave, none of us being who we used to be, an arranged marriage, and not wanting anything to do with sex until you come back and magically have some voodoo ability to curse me. That’s summarizing some of the culprits. Good enough?”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I knew bad things must have happened to all of them in order to make them all almost unrecognizable. They had all become what they had to in order to survive, but these women were able to resurrect the parts of them that used to be just happy boys causing trouble. Yet, I’m here and getting a glimpse of my Bowey is impossible.
“I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Then tell me how you meant it.” Pulling into the In-N-Out entrance made my body sway against the door.
“We used to be friends and now you’re Braeden.” Shaking my head, trying to shake the drunk feeling, I searched for my lip gloss in my clutch. The corner of my eyes stung with tears I was forcing back.
Drunkenness was controlling me now, and I could tell it was going to be a rollercoaster.
My hands were like butter when the tube slipped from my fingers and I dove after it, right into his lap. I had amazing timing as I heard the voice box outside his still closed window and perked up when they asked what they could get him.
Using my hand to search the floor, Bowen ignored my presence while hitting the button to open the window. “Can I get a number four?” It didn’t sound like a question from his lips even though it was supposed to be.
My stomach clenched, and I whisper shouted, “And a chocolate milkshake,” while still fumbling my hand against his legs in search of my gloss.
No Fenti left behind.
Bowen didn’t repeat it to the speaker box, forcing me to slap his leg when he retorted, “She fucking heard you.”
My head was spinning, but my body felt weighed down. Everything was glossed over in a haze of booze. I knew my face was pressed against his crotch and my knees were digging into the leather in ways no man would appreciate when yours are this bony.
Distracted by his bulge growing, I turned my focus to his crotch. Just for a second, sticking out my tongue, I dragged it along his zipper promoting a reaction from his hands that wrestled between us like an ironclad cockblock.
Pulling forward, the girl was cheerful when she opened the window until she saw me with my head in his lap.
“That’ll be $4.78… Did you want whipped cream on the-” she cut herself off and I felt compelled to explain when my fingers finally rescued my gloss from certain death.
“I dropped Fenti.” Smiling back at me, I felt justified even if my tongue had made an appearance.
Bowen handed her a smooth black card and took the bag from her, placing it in his lap.
Cockblock to the extreme.
Being this drunk was like trying to focus on one thing when your mind keeps drifting to everything else seconds later. Focus was out the window, and I didn’t see it returning anytime soon.
Ripping the top off the milkshake cup, I used the straw to take the whip cream hostage when I wrapped my lips tightly around the straw while looking at Bowen. It evaporated in my mouth when I scooped another heap and looked to him next to me. “Want some?”
Trailing the straw in his direction, I teased him with it until his mouth opened and the straw disappeared between his lips. There was something erotic about watching him give in that made me shudder.
“I don’t have an issue with sucking, Eve. You were gone a long time.”
Sitting back against the leather, he waited for his card before tossing it in the cup holder. Pulling up, he parked and turned to face me when I melted in his gaze. His hand cupped my jaw and fingers buried into my cheeks when he simply said, “Open.”
I felt my legs press together tighter and my stomach was full of a warm feeling that was only triggered by him.
Slowly opening my mouth, I don’t know what I was expecting when he shoved a handful of fries in and clamped his hand over my lips, forcing me to eat them. “Swallow, Eve.”
He was killing me with his innuendos, slowly and painfully.
How could someone so disinterested in sex be so sexual?
Once I ate my grilled cheese, something that had been cut from my diet in Denmark, I felt even more weighed down in the passenger seat. I was ready for bed when Bowen took the empty paper bag from my lap and got out just to throw it away.
I had to get used to only having glimpses of my Bowey like right now. The old Bowey would care enough to throw away his trash. The new one leaves his empties for me to clean up.
EVE
Once the car started
