Havoc’s hog roared to life.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, so I tugged it out and glanced at the screen to see Carly’s name pop up as I checked the time. Havoc backed out of his spot, threw me a wave, and took off.
I answered my phone. “Hey, dove, you get off work early?” In the two weeks since Father’s Day, we’d been hanging out. I’d learned her schedule and knew she didn’t get off work from the coffee shop until two-thirty. Then she usually ran the five blocks to Trent’s school to pick him up in time, sometimes calling me during her dash. It was only one forty-five, so she should still be making coffees.
“Dove?” She asked. “That’s new.”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinkin’ about it since Trent called you ‘babe’ and I shouldn’t call you that anymore. It’s too generic. Too impersonal, you know?”
“But why dove? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone under the age of eighty use that word.”
I had my reasons, but she wasn’t ready to hear them yet. “I’ll tell you later. What’s going on? Why’d you get off early?”
“I have to pick up Trent. He’s in trouble for helicoptering in the boys’ bathroom.”
“Helicoptering?” I asked, my imagination running wild. Helicoptering could mean any number of things.
“Yeah. You know, swinging his junk around like the blade of a helicopter.”
That one hadn’t even crossed my mind. I threw my head back and laughed.
“This is sonotfunny, Wasp,” she said, but I could hear the smile behind her words. She’d been smiling more and more lately, and I fucking loved it.
“Sure, it is. Give me the details. You said he did this in the boys’ room?”
“Yep. One of the teachers caught him and one of his little buddies in front of the urinals with their pants down to their ankles, swinging their hips to make their little peckers flop around, laughing their asses off. I don’t know why he does this stuff.”
“Because it’s fun,” I replied. “What little boy hasn’t helicoptered his junk?”
“Boys are so weird.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to put tassels on your tits and swing them around.”
She laughed. God, I loved the sound of it. I could listen to Carly laugh all fucking day. The musical sound eased the tension from my shoulders and stirred my dick to life. “Can’t say I ever have, Wasp.”
“Dove, you gotta try it. Preferably while I’m watching.”
“Hard pass. I take it this ‘dove’ thing is sticking?”
“Oh, I’d be hard all right. And yep, you’re definitely dove material.”
“I don’t know what that means, so I have no idea how to respond.”
“Just let it happen. You might like it.”
“That’s what she said,” Carly deadpanned.
I about died I was laughing so hard. It was the first joke I’d heard her crack, and it was well worth the wait. I couldn’t wait to pull more out of her.
“I can’t believe I said that.” She sounded so embarrassed, I could practically see her blushing over the phone. “You’re a horrible influence, Wasp.”
“You needed a laugh. We both did.” Flirtatious banter with Carly always made me feel better. “Hey, you want me to pick you up and take you to his school?”
Silence. No doubt she was trying to figure out if this crossed the boundaries of friendship. It was all fun and games until I got too close and she panicked.
“I’m just trying to help since I know you don’t have a car. Also, I’m out and about.”
“That’s sweet, but I’m almost there. Thanks anyway.”
