“I can’t promise that things will be perfect, but I can promise that I will do my best to keep you happy.” I pulled back, kissing her forehead. “We need to get on the road so I can take you out on a date,” I told her, pulling her off the counter.
“Alright, but I need to be home kind of early. It’s my turn to open the store tomorrow.”
“I told you, you’re staying the night.”
She laughed, patting my cheek. “Awww, Trevor. You have so much to learn about dating; you’ll be lucky if you get to first base tonight.” She stepped around me, grabbing her purse off the counter. “Are you ready?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. I was stuck in place.
“You’re joking, right? I mean, you look like that and expect me only to kiss you?” She nodded. I know that I don’t know much about dating, but seriously, what the fuck? Shaking my head, I walked to the back door and opened it for her to step out before me.
“I thought we were leaving?” She asked, probably confused that we weren’t walking out the front.
“We are, but I’m not letting you climb in my truck wearing that dress. We’ll take my car.”
“You have a car?”
“Baby, there’s a lot about me that you don’t know,” I told her, opening my garage. My black-on-black 1969 Chevy Nova was looking back at us. I drive my girl a few times a year; most people don’t even know she exists.
“Wow!” Liz whispered, putting my hand on the small of her back. I led her to the passenger side, helping her inside. Once I had her buckled in, I went to the driver’s side, sliding behind the wheel.
“You ready?” I looked over to where she was sitting; her fingers were running along the leather of the seat.
“Hmm?” she mumbled, her fingers running along the dash. I chuckled, watching her.
“You ready to go?” I asked again. This time, she startled, and her hand went to her lap.
“Oh yeah, sure,” she mumbled.
“You like my car?”
“When I was in high school, I wanted to buy an old car and fix it up. My friend Cassy and I used to talk about doing it all the time.”
“You know about cars?” I asked, surprised. My brothers and I are always doing something to our cars.
She started laughing, leaning her head back against the seat. The column of her throat was exposed, and my dick hardened while imagining her in that same passion underneath me, head thrown back, cheeks flushed, and eyes clouded with lust.
“I never said that,” she laughed harder, shaking her head, taking me out of my thoughts. “I just wanted to do it. Good thing I couldn’t afford to buy a car to fix up. God knows it would have ended up covered in house paint, and upholstered in old fabric with dogs or cats on it.”
Laughing, I reached over and grabbed her hand, pulling it to my thigh. Her skin is so soft. “I’ll tell you what.” I take my eyes off the road for a second to look at her. “You stay the night with me, and I’ll let you help me fix up a car.”
“Will you let me choose any fabric I want?” she asked. I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Fuck, no!” I shook my head. I did not need to have a car upholstered in kitten fabric.
“Sorry, then I’m going to have to pass.” She smiled, and I noticed she has two small dimples in the corners of her mouth. “So…you should call Nico and Cash and tell them that a girl at the bonfire is trying to get knocked up.”
“What?” I asked, laughing.
“This girl at the bonfire was saying that she wanted to get knocked up by a Mayson. She didn’t care which one, just as long as she ended up with one of you guys.”
“What the fuck?” I yelled, causing Liz to jump.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I was going to call Cash this morning and tell him, but I forgot until right now.” She said quietly, trying to tug her hand away, but I refused to let up.
“Jesus, some of the women in this town are so fucking whacked.” I looked over and saw Liz biting her lip. I let go of her hand and pulled down on her chin. “Stop doing that, baby. Your lips are gonna be hurting too bad to kiss if you keep it up.”
She took a breath. “Sorry about telling you like that; it just came out.”
I shook my head. “Since Asher settled down, things have gone from bad to worse.” It made me pissed to think of one of those bitches getting pregnant and one of my brothers being stuck with her. “Who was it?” I asked, grabbing her hand and putting it back on my thigh.
“Um…I don’t know her name. She’s really skinny and has long brown hair; she’s cute. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top.”