35. Callie
Callie
“I said don’t look!” I held my arms out and tried to block him from seeing the front seat dead zone of my car.
I’d spotted two bras and a spider in the pile earlier that morning so I wasn’t exactly going to let him see it.
Though, I was going to need help with the spider.
Or maybe we’d just become car friends and he’d become someone I’d talk to on the way home from work.
Or she’d. I hadn’t seen enough to know the spider’s gender. God, what was I even thinking about?
“It can’t be that bad, Cupcake. It was clean just a few weeks ago.” He grabbed my waist and hauled me into his chest so he could look over my shoulder. I felt him go still. “Is that a Nintendo? And a…baguette? Callie, no. Baby, there’s a raccoon.”
I twisted around so fast that my hair slapped him in the face. “A raccoon? Where?”
He laughed softly and slid one of his arms around to rest over my stomach. “Just kidding. I did see a spider, though. I’ll clean everything but that. I don’t do spiders.”
I scoffed. “Seriously? No way am I going to take care of Charlette. Spiders scare the shit out of me. We should just leave her. I’ve already committed to the idea of her being a friend of the car.”
“If the spider’s in the front seat, where am I supposed to ride?” His expression was grim. “I’ll just call an exterminator.”
I laughed out loud and had to bend over when the urge to pee hit all of a sudden. “That’s crazy, Luke! We’re just going to have to do something because I have to pee and it’s quickly becoming an emergency.”
“Just go inside, Cupcake.”
“I can’t. When the kids weren’t looking I went back and threatened to break the front desk kid’s face if he made lewd gestures in front of kids again.”
“God, you’re fucking sexy.” If I expected Luke to be smiling or laughing at what I’d assumed was a joke, he wasn’t.
He slowly backed me into the open door and his eyes focused on my lips.
“You were a surprise today. How do you just keep getting more and more fascinating, Cupcake? You’re killing my self-control. ”
A side effect that I’d never had when training as a kid but was experiencing exponentially after the morning paint battle was arousal.
I felt how wet my panties were and my clit felt like there was already a ghost thumb pressing into it.
My breathing turned shallow and I found myself licking my lips.
It took a car driving past for me to snap out of my lust haze and push Luke away.
“Um… I’ll just move Charlette to the back.
She’ll be safer back there with Oliver, anyway.
” I carefully picked up the spider where she was resting and watching on top of a VHS tape.
She made a quick move towards my hand as I stood and moved towards the back door and I panicked.
I watched myself throw the tape across the parking lot and shuddered.
It took me a few seconds to realize what I’d done. “Oh, no. I killed Charlette.”
Luke was watching me with a dirty smirk on his face, like he already had me bent over in his mind. “May she rest in peace and be remembered for the life she lived. It wasn’t an easy life on the mountain of random things on your car seat but it was a life.”
I gently slapped his chest. “Shut up. I feel bad. And I need that VHS tape back but now it’s a crime scene.”
“Move the rest of your stuff. I’ll grab the historical artifact you just threw across the parking lot like a fucking professional discus thrower. Take your time while I walk to the next county, Tom Brady.”
I stuck my tongue out. “Never Tom Brady. Peyton Manning.”
“You’re going to have my toes looking buff with the way you keep me on them.” He backed away. “Dad joke win?”
I shook my head. “Not even close.”
He was still backing away without looking where he was going. There was something in his eyes that made him look like an excited teenage boy. “Hey, Callie?”
My smile felt permanent. “What, Luke?”
“You should pee here.” He stopped moving and bit his lip while running his eyes over my body. “I’ll make it worth it.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “I should call the guys and have them come back and get you.”
“But you’re not going to, are you?”
I didn’t answer. Instead I started throwing the stuff from the front seat into the back, promising I’d clear it out before making Oliver ride back there with my crap.
I didn’t consider what I was doing when I jogged back into Splat Happens to use their bathroom.
I also didn’t consider my actions when I pulled my soaked panties off and shoved them into the only pocket my leggings had.
Jogging back to my car, where Luke was waiting for me, felt sinful without panties on.
I was so wet that things felt slippery in a way that made me have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
Luke was standing with his hand out and without thinking I pulled my panties out of my pocket and placed them in a tight ball in his palm.
His eyes widened and then narrowed dangerously when he saw what I’d given him.
He swallowed and carefully put my panties into his pocket. “I was asking for the keys but that was a much, much better surprise, Cupcake.”
I was too turned on and past whatever self-control I was clinging to those days to feel embarrassed that he’d only wanted the keys. I slid past him to grab the keys from where they were sitting in my cupholder and held them with the tip of my finger. “Why do you need these?”
“Because I know a place close by that we could sit and talk at. A private place that I’ll get us to quickly.” He took the keys and held my gaze. “Quickly but safely, of course.”
I let out a burst of laughter and nodded. “Yes. Sure. Okay, you drive. That’s f-fine. Let’s just go.”
He slid his hand down my back and over my ass, thankfully where no one could see it. “If shooting me with paintballs gets you this eager for me, I’m going to invest heavily in the sport.”
I pushed him away and sank into the passenger seat. “Hurry up before I remember all the reasons I shouldn’t do this.”
My job. My son. And the small, little, tiny, petite, barely-worth-mentioning worry that maybe I'd been saying yes to too much lately. But they'd offered. Just another test drive, I reminded myself.