9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Gauge
I should have gotten off at the next stop instead of listening to Jamie's whistles and heading to the control room.
They still would've given me a hard time at home, but at least I would've had a breather before they tried to squeeze more information out of me.
"Come on, dude, you have to give me more than that," Jamie whined.
"You probably heard everything. There's nothing else to tell."
"I barely heard anything. Come on, tell me about her. She doesn't usually ride my rails."
I felt a little smug about that. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who noticed Emma usually just rode mine. Even though it probably had more to do with convenience and her schedule than anything, it made me feel special.
"Not my fault she has good taste."
"Can't fault her. You do taste good."
I laughed. "You would know."
"You think she'd drive you crazy like I do?"
I paused, not sure what to say or whether to admit to the fantasies and dreams I'd been having about her.
"I'm not jealous, if that's what you're worried about," they said with a whistling laugh.
They were right. I was being ridiculous, and they sounded sincere in their curiosity.
"With all the times she's gotten herself off on my seats, I can't stop thinking about her."
Jamie laughed again. "You think she knows you're watching her?"
"Of course not," I answered quickly, even if I wished she did. "She's driving me crazy, though."
"You think she'd ride you like she does your seats?"
Rails, I hoped so. "We'll see now, won't we?"
"You think Rosie'll be jealous?"
Screw Rosie and her jealousy. Even if she was, she had no right to screw my girl on my train. Emma didn't know what she was doing to drive me mad, but Rosie did and had loved every second of it.
"I hope she is. Scrapyard, I'd fuck her in front of Rosie if she let me."
"Seems like she might be into that," Jamie commented.
Well, my dreams were going to be even more tortuous now with that image in my head.