Date Night

Damon

“That’s so sweet. Look at you. All dressed up in your nice clothes to go see your girl.”

Dax can’t shut the fuck up, it seems.

“I’m excited for you, broseph. When you fuck this up, Van will be over you and moving on to bigger and better things.”

I stop combing my hair to look at him.

“Much bigger.” He hooks his hand under his sack, grabbing his dick. “Bigger than my pinkie finger maybe.”

I drop the comb in the sink and check shoulders with him while walking out.

A knock at my door gets a “what?” while I finish getting dressed.

“It’s just me…can I come in?”

Smoothing out my shirt, I sigh.

“Yeah.”

~What do you want, Dane?~

His back against the door and guilt hanging off his face, he doesn’t look up. His hands behind his back, I know something’s wrong.

“What is it?” My bed creaks when I sit down to step into my boots.

~My brothers are going to make me late.~

“I want to come see Vannah.”

I look at Dax, that laugh of his goes off right on cue to annoy me.

~How does everyone know where I’m going?~

“No. I’m going alone.” I tie my boots and stand up, grabbing my cut from the dresser. Throwing it on, I spray my cologne and set it back down.

“But she’s my friend too.”

He steps closer, he’s all ready to go.

The whine of his voice has never changed.

Kid’s fifteen and still acts like a baby.

“Yeah, little D, she’s our friend too. We should all go.” Dax eggs this shit on.

I’m sure Darrion will walk in and say he’s coming too, might as well add Micha and Haydon to the mix.

~It’s not my fault, Savannah, you’re the one who befriended them not me. You tell them to go.~

I fix my collar and shove my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans.

“No. Fuck off, all of you. She asked me. Not you, and especially not you.”

Looking from Dane to Dax, I need to get to my bike and out of here before anything gets in my way.

~Before he finds out.~

“But it’s not fair. You’re in the same grade, you’re around her more. I want to go,” Dane whines like a tittybaby.

“Boo-fucking-hoo. Life’s not fair. Now, get out of my room so I can leave.”

My door open, I rush them out. Dane stomps his feet and throws his arms back in his tittybaby fit. Dax takes his sweet-ass time.

Like always.

I move through the bar without calling any more attention to myself.

I dodge and get to the doors.

~In the free and clear.~

Pushing the door open with the welcome of the heat, I get stopped.

Uncle Lawrence stands at my bike, leaned against it.

“Where you going, boy?”

I grit my teeth, shake my hands loose and grab my helmet on the handlebars.

“Out. Shit to do.”

“What exactly?” He takes a long drag of his cigarette. The smoke rolls out of his mouth and nose.

“Don’t know yet. It’s Saturday and I’m eighteen. I’m not sitting in the bar all day.”

He stands up, ashing his cigarette on Micah’s seat. He watches me climb on, start her up and back out. I’m sure watching me the whole way down the street and around the corner.

I’ll get some type of job when I get back. He’ll tell Dad I got too much time on my hands. Like it’s any of his damn business.

***

Park. Helmet. Hair. Good.

Up the steps.

~Knock, knock.~

“Percy, get the door!”

“Hold on, I’m almost to the next level.”

“He can’t just wait outside. It’s rude! Pause the game and answer the door, please.”

“One sec.”

“Percy!”

“I’m going!”

~Step. Step. Step.~

The door opens with blondie’s distinctive disapproval. Like always.

“Hello, Damon. Arms out, please.”

I can smell the food being cooked. I can hear Van moving around the kitchen. I saw the pig down the street, waiting for me to arrive.

I know he’ll drop by to check in and just so happen to give me a hard time.

Blondie waits, watching me.

“I’ll wait for her to feel me up. I don’t want to send any mixed signals. Since you’re a fucking fairy and all.”

“Savannah, Damon called me a gay slur.”

The pleased look on my face drops; he picks it up.

We both hear her slam something, and her steps come our way.

Our eyes lock in—his pleased, mine pissed.

“Snitch,” I sneer his way.

I can smell her before she comes into my sight.

That fruity pebble strawberry scent that’s been driving me crazy. I can’t find it anywhere else. I’ve already bought the town’s supply of strawberry lube, jelly, jams, lotions, and sprays, but nothing is a match to her.

I wish she was smiling.

“Damon. You will not make homophobic comments at all. Not around me or to my cousin. It’s not okay. It’s not funny. This is his house too. Don’t be a douchebag for like an hour. Okay? Arms out.”

Her frustrating frown on her smooth skin, that fire in her eyes. That hell-has-no-fury shit she doesn’t hold back with.

That’s all her.

“Assume the position. I’m sure you’ve had this done many, ~many~ times before.”

Before I say anything back, Savannah jumps in, her hands still on my arms.

“Percy! Really? No comments like that either. No ~his a criminal~. Play nice. Please. The both of you.”

~You think you’re tough shit now while your mighty defender is here.~

She pats my top half down and bends to my lower half.

I make sure she hears my snicker and meet her eyes head-on when she looks up.

~Fuck, she’s sexy on her knees.~

“What?” Her attitude rings out.

“Just remembering some good memories with you on your knees.”

I don’t care about Blondie making a grumble sound and walking away; all I care about is her. How she lets her smile come back into play and keeps that eye contact.

I was just fucking around before, but now it’s replaying in my head.

Her jumping on me, her kiss, that taste of her lips. The way she smiled. Her mouth wrapped around my dick. Her swallowing my cum. Her deep-throating me.

My dick twitches to life.

“Please be good for dinner, my Angel.”

~Now my dick is the size of He-Man’s arm.~

“If I am, do I get a treat?”

~Like her on her knees and begging isn’t already one?~

“Problem, Savannah?” The pig’s door shuts.

~Effective cockblock, piggy.~

~Well played. For now.~

She rolls her eyes, getting to her feet. But she uses my body to do it.

“No, Dallas. There isn’t.” She steps around me, coming between the pig in blue.

That move she pulls all the time. Her attitude and that ass on display for me.

~Such a damn tease.~

“No weapons inside the house.”

My eyes still locked in on Savannah’s nice ass, I hold my arms back up to get patted down again.

~I’ll be good for you, Shortcake.~

“I just checked him. He hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s been here for not even five minutes and I’ve had to fight off two of you already. He isn’t breaking any laws.

“You’re here for my uncle’s peace of mind, not to terrorize my dinner guest.” She blocks him when he goes to step to me.

Savannah is wild.

It’s not her fire that’s so out of control, it’s her refusal. The way she fights. She doesn’t care who or where, she’s herself and fuck the rest of the world.

Why try to fight a cop over his hatred of me? She doesn’t care about who I belong to.

Not for nothing, but it’s...wild to me.

To see her go after anyone.

For whatever she deems right.

For whomever she deems worthy.

~And I’m on that list.~

“I already gave him a pat down. Lower your arms, Angel. He is clearly here as my invited guest, which my uncle knows about. None of us are in danger from him. Have a good night in the squad car, Dallas.”

She turns, grabbing me and pushing me into her house. The slam of the door has me ready to take her right here and now.

Seeing her talk down to a pig at my expense is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life. That was hot.

~Why does she have to be a Madis?~

If she had any other last name.

Any other blood.

“Now that is taken care of, what was I doing?” Her finger taps her chin. She looks down.

The confusion in her face, the wrinkle in her forehead right between her eyebrows at the top of her nose. Her lips pouted out.

The fire alarm blares.

“Oh, damn it!”

She runs past me, Blondie’s PSP control drops with him taking off after her.

“Open the window, fan the things. Make them shut off. I’m just cooking! Shut up!” she yells. I walk in behind them.

Watching her run around her kitchen, yelling at the smoke detectors with a string of creative profanities.

~That’s her.~

Blondie opening windows and fanning the smoke out, does this happen all the time?

I reach up to the fire alarm above the doorway and pluck it from the wall. I rip the batteries out and wave it in the air.

Both of them turn to look at me.

“Ta-da.” I drop it to the counter and roll the batteries.

“If the food’s burnt, I know what I can eat instead.”

Savannah’s lips fold in—her hazel eyes look more yellow today.

That smile she has tucked away.

“The Y is closed today…unfortunately. And the food is fine. Probably. Soooooo…drink?”