Stories From The 6 Train 1(51)

She’s still hanging back a bit behind her friend, so I reach for her hand and pull her closer, arching a brow. “Fangirl, huh?”

Tatum glares at her chatty friend and says, “Not quite.”

The sound of her voice hits me, and I’m instantly intrigued. Low and a little throaty, it’s sexy as hell. I can just imagine it screaming out my name as I make her cum and cum and cum and cum…

I snap out of the fantasy when her friend snorts. “Not quite? Please. Tatum here has been practically in love with you since she was fifteen.”

Tatum gives me a wry smile and rolls her eyes, mouthing, “Drama,” as she tilts her head toward her friend.

My grin goes wider. “Yeah, you definitely don’t give off the typical fangirl vibe.”

“Thank fuck,” she says, totally deadpan. “I think I’d die if I did.”

I laugh. “I don’t know whether that should hurt my feelings or not.”

She arches a brow, looking only slightly less likely to run out the door than she did before. I don’t know what to make of her. This is probably the first meet-and-greet ever where I’ve had to work to get a girl to smile.

Her friend jumps in—and her? Total fangirl—and says, “Don’t listen to her. She loves you guys, like I said. See?”

She shoves her phone in my face at the same time that Tatum gasps. Her whole body seems to heat, a flush creeping its way up her neck. Fucking adorable. I look down to see the cause of her reaction, then smirk.

“Sorry, Tatum, I’m going to have to agree with your friend here. This picture is pretty damning.”

“Oh god,” she says, covering her face with her hands and looking like she wants to melt into the floor.

It’s so cute that I can’t resist. “Maybe we should recreate it? What do you think?”

Without waiting for a response, I wrap my hands around her wrists and pull her hands away from her face. She looks absolutely mortified.

“I will kill you for this, Ana.”

But all her friend—Ana—does is smile and holds her phone up, ready to snap the picture. She nudges Tatum. “Go on. Get next to him. What are you waiting for?”

I pull her toward me, still holding her wrists, and wrap her arms around my waist. She looks up at me in surprise as I tuck her against me. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I won’t bite.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes. Actually rolls her eyes.

A laugh rolls out of me. This girl. I truly have no idea what to make of her.

“Let me guess,” she says, mockingly. “At least not hard?”

“Only if you want me to.” I lower my head to her ear, inhaling the cherry blossom scent of her hair as I do. The smell goes straight to my cock. “And definitely hard.”

She stares at me like she can’t believe I just said that to her. But I don’t miss the flare of desire in her eyes. Thank fuck. I was starting to wonder if I had zero effects on this girl. Because she sure as hell is affecting me.

“Smile for the camera, gorgeous.” Just because I want to know what she’ll do, I slide my hand down into her back pocket, pulling her even closer to me.

A little gasp escapes her lips, and I want nothing more than to do things that make her make more of those little sounds.

Ana snaps some pictures, and I know it’s time to wrap things up, but I can’t seem to make myself say goodbye, thank her for coming, or whatever meaningless nonsense I usually say.

I turn fully towards her, still not letting go, and say the first thing that comes to my mind. “You want to go get a drink with me?”





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Tatum





I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m not sure if it’s because Ana is gesturing obscenely behind Evan’s back or because he’s holding me so close, his hands on my fucking ass.

I swallow and force myself to draw in a slow lungful of air.

“Tatum would love to get a drink,” Ana exclaims.

I glare at her over Evan’s shoulder. “Tatum can speak for herself.”

Evan chuckles, the deep rumble sending a shiver through my whole body. “So what does Tatum say?”

Everything about this guy exudes sex. His voice, his eyes, his mouth, his body, which—oh god—is unmistakably hard.

I want to push away from him just so I don’t do something horrifically embarrassing like rub myself against him.

I look up at him, clear blue eyes intent on my face. Here we go with the decision making. No wonder Ana felt the need to chime in. I debate with myself, knowing this is a chance of a lifetime. Drinks with Evan Anderson? I’d be an idiot to pass that up. But at the same time, I know I’m going to have Ana’s condition in my head the whole time.