Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 4)

“Uh, I was eleven and only knew that I didn’t want anyone else to touch it.”

“What happened when everyone found out what happened?” I asked.

“Well, Mom and Dad were pissed, but Meg knew.”

“She knew?” I asked.

“She knew my mom was a horrible cook and that as soon as I saw the pie, I was going to go ballistic on it. She had two extra pies left in the truck.” Pie chuckled. “So not only did I get to eat a whole pie by myself, but I also got to have a slice from the two pies she hid.”

The waitress came rolling over with Pie’s order.

“I know I said five minutes, but Bill was having trouble getting the marshmallow fluff off the spoon.” The waitress rambled.

Pie handed her the hundred-dollar bill and grabbed the sundae and bag from her. “No worries. Keep the change.”

The waitress' eyes lit up. “Wow, thank you,” she gushed. She bustled back to the restaurant with a huge smile on her face.

“You ready?” he asked.

I grabbed my fries and sundae off the tray and set them on the seat next to me. “Uh, yeah.”

He handed me his food and leaned in for a kiss. “I’ll be right behind you, babe.”

I nodded and set his food next to mine. “Sounds good.”

Pie winked at me and walked over to his bike. I waited ‘til he had his motorcycle started, then backed out of my spot.

Knowing the light in my rearview mirror as I drove back to Wyndemere was Pie held a comfort I had never felt before. He was behind me, making sure I was okay, but also because he wanted me.

So he may not want me forever or want any of his friends to know, but he still wanted me.

For tonight, that was enough, because I wanted Pie, too.

*

Chapter Thirteen

The phone call…

Pie

“We need a towel or something?” Bristol licked her finger. “I’m all sticky.”

“If you wouldn’t have gotten all squirmy on me, I wouldn’t have made such a mess.”

Bristol rolled her eyes. “Pouring melted ice cream and fudge all over my boobs isn’t something that can be not messy, Pie,” she laughed.

I bent down and swiped my tongue over a rogue drip of ice cream. “Hey, it was your idea. You said you didn’t want the ice cream to go to waste. And I thought I did a pretty good job of cleaning it up.” I spotted another drop of ice cream I had missed and lapped it up with my tongue.

Bristol delved her fingers into my hair and sighed. “I’m not saying I regret that at all; I’m just saying you’re going to need to get me a washcloth.”

“Or we could test out your shower,” I suggested.

She laughed and shook her head. “I’m pretty exhausted from the two rounds we just did. I think I need to nap for about ten hours.”

“A ten-hour nap, huh?” I laughed. “I think you could just call that sleeping, Bri.”

She relaxed into the pillows. “I suppose.” Her face sobered, and she sighed.