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

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe three weeks?” I guessed hopefully.

Pie squeezed my hand. “It’s gonna be fun to watch.”

We made it to the clearing and walked to the end of the pond.

“You know this just qualifies as a lake, right?” Pie laughed.

“It’s a pond,” I insisted. “Apollo and Murphy called it Bottomless Pond.”

Pie cleared his throat. “I’m assuming you haven’t really thought about that name.”

I tipped my head to the side. “Uh, well.” I thought about the name and who Apollo and Murphy were. “You don’t think there are dead bodies in here or something, do you? Their enemies sleeping with the fishes?” If that was true, I didn’t think I would be making any more trips out here.

Pie laughed loudly. “I wouldn’t put it past either of them.”

I made a mental note never to swim here, also. “I’ll just stick to my bathtub instead of swimming out here,” I muttered.

We stared out at the lake for a few minutes watching fish pop to the surface as they tried to eat flies.

“I’m sorry,” Pie said softly.

“You said that before, but I don’t know what you have to be sorry about.”

Pie turned to me. “I’m sorry that we were in the middle of a really important conversation, and I just checked out.”

I shrugged and ran my fingers through my hair. “It’s not like you left because you needed gas or something, Pie. Someone you loved was rushed to the hospital. You are more than excused for dipping out on our conversation.” Sure it had been a few days since that conversation, but I couldn’t be mad at him for it.

Pie was silent and turned back to the pond.

“I was just being sensitive, anyway. You need to ignore me when I get like that.” I sighed and glanced to the side. “Ninety percent of the time, I’m more than content with who I am, but there’s that ten percent who is insecure as hell.” That ten percent that sometimes felt like it was crushing me.

“Why were you upset I was looking at you?” he asked.

“I also become irrational,” I huffed. I really didn’t want to talk about this.

“Yeah, I don’t think that has anything to do with it, babe.” Pie turned toward me and grabbed both of my hands. “I like looking at you, Bristol. Fuck, I god damn love looking at you actually. Clothed or naked.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve had a few people in my life who were only there because they wanted something from me, and since I’m fat and ugly, they think they can take what they want and then leave.”

“And what is it you think I want from you?” he asked me.

I bit my lip. “Uh, well, sex.” Obviously.

“And the reason why you think that is because I only came around for sex,” he guessed.

That was a big, fat yes. “Well, yeah, but you’re not the first, so don’t feel special.”

“If you think I would feel special by you thinking I was using you for sex, you seriously don’t know me that well, Bri. We need to do a whole lot more talking if that’s what you think about me.”

I sighed and dropped my chin to my chest.

“Do I like having sex with you, Bristol?” he asked. “Fuck yes. Sex with you is the best I’ve ever had.”

That was a nice thing to know. Sex with Pie was amazing for me, too. “Well, good.” I was not good at this conversation. At all.

“But that’s not the only reason why I kept coming back.” He hooked his finger under my chin and tipped my head back. “I liked being with you. Your funny jokes and quick wit. Talking about everyone in the club and staying up late to eat ice cream in bed while we watched old TV show reruns. I liked all of it.”

I loved all of those things, too. Well, I didn’t think I was that funny, but Pie seemed to think so. I tended to just say whatever came to mind, and for the most part, it was funny.