“Just once?”Pretty sure I could be friends with this red head.
Eli chuckles into my neck and trails kisses there and across my face to my mouth. He’s made no move to let me down or pull out of me. His tongue is in my mouth and he’s pressing us closer together, using his hands on my ass to keep us firmly connected.
Pulling back, he looks all over my face, starting at my mouth and moving up to meet my gaze. His eyes narrow and crinkle in the corners as his lips quirk up slightly. He sighs heavily. Contentedly. “You’re mine, Vaughn.” He nods his head slightly and I feel like he’s waiting for me to confirm what he’s already asserted.
“Yeah.” It’s now that I realize I’m also breathing heavily.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Eli.”
“Fucking SWOON! Hot damn. I want one of those!”That damn red head!
Chapter 21
Vaughn
We all left the bar at the same time, but as soon as the Uber arrived, Jax shot one finger into the air and yelled, “Tallyho, Ron! Shenanigans and fuckery await!” Before he took off running down the street.
Without a word of goodbye to us, Marshall shouted “I’m not Ron! You’re Ron! I’m Harry, damn it!” And then sprinted off after Jax.
Eli rode all the way home with me in the Uber. I expected him to come inside and stay, but he didn’t. I thought we might continue to...explore one another, but he said he needed to go home. My thoughts immediately went back to Abigail. After I saw she was calling, he kept his phone in his pocket the rest of the night and never mentioned who she is to him.Why? Isn’t it just natural to explain why you’re ignoring a call? Maybe I’m just paranoid.
The phone seems to ring forever before Marshall’s fake hillbilly accent comes through the speaker. “You’ve reached Harper’s Mule Barn. You’ve got the head jackass speaking. How may I help you?”
Maybe reaching out to the proxies wasn’t a good idea after all.
“Uh, yeah. Anyway, Marshall, I need help. Proxy help.”
“Hold please.”
Not sure what he thinks he’s doing by covering the phone. I hear everything he’s saying, though it’s slightly muted by whatever he has over the speaker.
“It’s V. Proxy business.”
“Yes! What is it?”
There’s more shuffling on the other end of the line.
“Ah, yes. You’re on with Marshall and Jax. Submit your request.”
Good grief. This was a bad idea.He’s put the phone on speaker so I can consult with both of them.
I clear my throat before continuing. “Yeah. So Eli went home last night.”
“Mmhmm. Mmhmm. You see, a man has responsibilities, V. A man’s home is his palace. He must-”
Cutting him off in the same way he did to me, I finish what I was saying. “Actually, I wasn’t finished talking. The upsetting thing isn’t that he went home. It’s that he’s always getting calls and ignoring them. I’ve literally never seen him talk on the phone or even send a text. He keeps his phone is his back pocket, and I hear it vibrate, but he ignores it every time. Last night, for the first time, I saw who was calling. And I’m not saying that this is the same person who’s been calling the whole time, but it said Abigail Washington.”
“Hmmm. I see. Could be a relative.”
“Yeah. I know. It could be. The thing is that he saw me looking at it, and he didn’t explain. Wouldn’t it be natural to say, ‘hey that’s my sister, or cousin, or whatever’?”
“Does he have a sister?”
“Yeah. I don’t know her name, though. He doesn’t like to talk about himself, so I haven’t pushed the issue but, now I’m wondering what all the secrecy is about. I mean, I’ve never even been to his house.”
There’s shuffling on the other end of the phone again, and I hear muffled voices.
