Messy Love(9)

“She has a great body.’’

“Can you be any more enthusiastic? No?’’ At my silence, he sighed. “Come on, man. Shake out of this funk. It doesn’t suit your burly ass.’’

“The truth? She has a seriously bangable body with curves where there need to be. But she looks like those damn straight-laced, annoying and judgmental bitches we hate.’’

“I bet you say that because she eyed your ink. Man, maybe she was getting off on watching. Ever thought of that?’’

I laughed at that and shook my head. “Get your ass here. You’ll see that chick for yourself. I need to take a shower.’’

I heard him moving around on the phone, and his voice came from farther. “I’ll be there in ten. I look forward to seein' this chick that has you ready to let out that so sweet temper of yours.’’

“Fuck off,’’ I growled down the phone, eyebrows lowered as my grip tightened on the cell.

“Yeah, love you too, big man,’’ he replied with a laugh and then hissed. I was glad if his hangover was still being a bitch.

I disconnected the call and threw my cell on the bed next to me. I pinched the bridge of my nose and stood up, ready to take a shower. Hopefully, the hot water would calm me down. At least, it should be fun to see the chick’s look when she met my best friend with his piercings, tatts and bleach blond faux-hawk with black buzzed hair on the sides of his skull.

***





WYATT


Five minutes ago, I sneaked out the house to wait for Ralph. Before walking past the kitchen, I stopped a moment to listen to my mom and that chick talking and now I still had a scowl on my face. They seemed to get on well.

I should be happy for my mom. I knew how abandoning her baby was still hard for her and today she had the opportunity to know her first daughter, but...

Fuck.

I didn’t want that girl in our life.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,’’ Ralph said, climbing out of his blue Chevelle. Shit, I hadn’t heard him park, and I hadn’t seen him either.

I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, trying to get out of my damn head. “Nice. You look like you’re about to puke.’’

He flipped me off and ran a hand over the freshly buzzed black hair on the side of his head. “Show me the chick, asshole.’’

He stopped in front of me. He’s a bit shorter and leaner built than me, but the fucker was still big. I wondered how she’s going to react when she saw him. I smirked at the thought, picturing her incredible eyes go wide.

“Are you picturin' her naked?’’

“Uh?’’ I frowned at him, not following.

“The girl. You had that weird look on your face.’’

“Shut up.’’ I slapped him on the back of the head and ignored his yelp and scold as I turned around and opened the front door, this time around not bothering to hide my presence. Anyway, Ralph wasn't one to be quiet, so it’s a moot point.

“Wyatt?’’ My mom called out from the kitchen. I didn’t need to see her face to know she’s trying to get an idea of my mood. She’s probably afraid I’d run out the girl with my attitude. If it weren't for my mom, I wouldn’t have minded. And I’d have probably tried to fuck her until she was really dirty and didn’t look like the perfect young girl she was right now.

“Yeah, Mom. Ralph’s here.’’

I walked to the kitchen, and my eyes immediately found the girl, turned around to face me coming in. She’s frowning at me, her lips dark pink pursed as her eyes landed on my tatts. I bet she hated them. I shook my head and closed my hands into fists.

“Move, asshole. You take up all the damn threshold,’’ Ralph complained behind me in a growl and pushed me forward. I resisted at first because I knew it pissed him off, but then I took a couple of steps into the kitchen to let him in. And all the while I didn’t look away from the chick. She was truly stunning. I leaned against the kitchen island and watched her eyes take in Ralph and…

I didn’t see what I expected to see on her face.

In her eyes, I found curiosity and then interest. Fucking interest? What the hell!

I glanced at my best friend, and I found him smiling big at her, eyes fucking bright as if the idiot had won a damn prize. He moved in the kitchen and extended a hand to her.

“Hey there, babe. I’m Ralph.’’

Babe.

I snorted and crossed my arms over my chest when her eyes landed on me again with the kind of disapproval in them she couldn’t hide, but she wasn’t trying anyway. If her eyes didn't give that away, her pursed lips would have.

“I’m Marissa. Impressive ink,’’ she said and then screwed up her small upturned nose when she looked more closely at a tattoo on Ralph’s left arm. “Though this one’s sloppy.’’ She pointed at it with her delicate finger, real close to touching him and I tensed more.

“Ah, yeah. A friend of mine tattooed me when he was drunk and just starting out at on his apprenticeship.’’

“You can still cover it up,’’ she continued with confidence.

I couldn’t believe that shit.

“And what do you know about tatts, uh Princess?’’ I butted in gruffly, my voice hanging between fake disinterest and pissed off.