Evan's Addiction (5 page)

     “Do you have any stories to share, Shaw?” Nadia grinned. 

     “I saw a bent dick once. The angle of it had to be at least
forty-five degrees.” I rattled off and even crooked my finger for demonstration. 

     They all stared at me in astonishment.

     “Shut up, you did not.” Amanda exclaimed looking both horrified
and intrigued.

     “Did you run away screaming, or try it out?” Gabby asked
wide-eyed.

     “I hit the scroll left button.” Sorry girls, I don’t share my
personal life with just anybody. These women seemed perfectly nice, but nice
could turn on you quicker than nasty sometimes.

     Nadia gave me a light shove. “That’s cheating girl. No internet
stuff.”

     I laughed. “Hey, after hung like a horse, piercings, and hair
fetishes, I felt put on the spot. It was all down hill from there.” 

     Maya pouted. “I’m bummed now. That bent dick was good stuff.”

     I snorted out the beer I just drank, which had everyone laughing
uncontrollably. I ordered up another. From there the spa treatments started.
There were six of us and six female staff to assist us, and the first order of
business was the massages. They had us strip down to our panties to lie down on
the massage tables and then spent an entire hour working our bodies. Let me
tell you, it sounded like an orgy was going on with all the moans, groans, and
heartfelt ‘
oh my god’s’
exploding out of everyone.

     Nadia said someone should record all the noises and send it to the
guys to torment them…no one was inclined to move though.

     Afterwards we progressed to mani’s and pedi’s. The girl’s tipsy
had worn off some since they hadn’t been drinking during that hour message, but
new drinks were passed out again to revive them.

     “I can’t believe how incredible this is. Landon is the best, best,
best.” Maya sang and took another sip of her drink with her one free hand.  

     “I concur, but don’t tell Seth. My man is crazy jealous.” Nadia
smirked in a way that said she liked that. Jealous guys sounded like a pain in
the ass to me, but Nadia was a strong willed person so I doubt she put up with
any shit.

     Carrie grinned at Nadia. “I can’t believe how your boss and Seth’s
dad arranged things so you could go work in Virginia Beach for the summer.
You’re subcontracted to Seth’s dad, your brother and sister get a great
vacation, and get to know Seth’s parents better, and you spend everyday with
Seth. How is it working with Seth?”

     Nadia’s expression softened. “
Khorosho
, good. I only get to
see him sporadically while working because he does a lot for his dad at the
company while I just do the plumbing and heating, but afterwards…” Nadia’s
brows waggled suggestively. “And Seth’s mom has been great. She loves watching
Izzy, and Izzy loves her. Seth’s dad even hired on Luka, though he’s only
seventeen, and Luka loves the work and extra money,
and
hanging at the
beach every weekend.” She grinned.

     It was a bit crazy that three of these women, one your average
everyday student and two working women, were going out with three very wealthy
men. Gabby had the only normal husband—discounting the pierced penis—working
construction. And even though Seth and Landon had loads of money Nadia and Maya
didn’t lie around doing nothing, they both continued working, and Carrie was
employed part-time at the Aquarium while taking classes. 

     Carrie sighed. “Seth loves you so much. If he hadn’t been able to
get you to Virginia Beach I don’t think he would have gone back to work for his
father over the summer. And soon you’ll both be back in Charlottesville in a
couple weeks because he has Graduate courses to take. I’m glad you’re coming
back, I’ve missed both of you.”

     “Freakin-A, all this talk of boyfriends, love, missing people, and
penis’s…I don’t know whether to throw up or feel sorry for myself. I think I’ve
changed my mind about the strippers; some random guy swinging their junk in my
face might be better then all this mush talk.” I grouched chugging my beer.

     Complete silence rolled over the room and I wondered if my mouth
had finally offended someone. I’d told Carrie it would happen, but I mostly
blamed the beer this time…and possibly a heavy dose of jealousy. Their talk was
actually making me feel…lonely. Normally I would find a computer, or even
David, when these feelings overwhelmed me, but neither was available at the
moment.

     Suddenly, the girls all exploded in mirth.

     “Damn Shaw,” Amanda gasped. “I can understand about everything but
the penises. How can you want to throw up about penis talk but then want a
penis swinging in your face?” She snorted.

     My lip twisted in humor and my loneliness settled with their
laughter. I guess maybe I didn’t need the computer after all. “At least I won’t
see that guy’s penis after tonight, but when I see your boyfriends that will be
all I’m thinking about.” I made a mock gagging face.

     Amanda gapped in mock outrage. “Are you saying that our
boyfriends’ penises want to make you throw up? Noah’s penis is divine.”

     Everyone was smiling, even the salon girls. “And when I see him
all I will be thinking about is you taking it from behind. It’s really an image
I could have gone without.” Coughing and wheezing laughter erupted. “At least
with Nic it’s only a hair fetish. And Carrie, I’m so going to work that into a
conversation somewhere when you least expect it. In fact, you are all warned.”
I pointed to each one of them. 

     Carrie was the only one that looked worried, the rest of them just
kept laughing.

     It crossed my mind that I was talking to them like I was going to
be hanging out with them in the future. I frowned. Was I willing to actually
take a chance at that? Carrie, the little tart, was smiling at me like she knew
my resolve was faltering. I narrowed my eyes at her and stuck out my tongue
which had her giggling.

     All the girls seemed pretty cool and unpretentious, and hanging
with them didn’t mean I had to totally trust them or reveal anything about
myself. I could keep parts of myself separate so when they let me down I
wouldn’t be surprised and completely wrecked. I had other people like that in
my life. I linked up with them every-now-and-then but only allowed a certain
level of familiarity. It could work with these women as well…I think.

     “Hey, does anyone know what the guys are doing?” Gabby asked.

     “Strippers.” I blurted before I could stop it. I blushed when they
all looked at me with raised brows. “Not actually
doing them
…at least
not the attached guys.” I assured them, but who the hell knew for sure. For
some reason Evan popped into my head, and the thought of him doing a stripper
chafed. 

     Maya grinned. “Landon swore they weren’t going to a strip club.”

     “Did he know what the guys had planned for him?” Nadia asked.

     “I heard snippets of conversation about them possibly racing
cars.” Amanda imputed.

     My brows shot up. Racing cars? “Like actual Indie 500 car racing?”
I asked.

     Amanda nodded.

     WOW!

CHAPTER
TWO

EVAN

     I took the turn around the curve of the track at a hundred and
twenty and could feel the steering wheel pulling at my grip. Muscles that were
already strained and tired from having gone several dozen times around this
track protested trying to keep the tires on their trajectory. Sweat coated me
and ran down my face and body under the helmet and fire suit I wore. It was hot
as hell outside and even hotter in this outfit.

     Fuck, this was awesome!

     I did this whenever I could find the time, which was several times
a year, and if my mother ever found out she would kill me. My father had been a
professional race car driver and had died in a race while my mother was
pregnant with me, so she was not a big fan of fast cars. I was though. It must
have been passed down or something because I loved to go fast. I didn’t want to
make a career of it, but a part of me craved it. 

     I’d suggested this for Landon’s bachelor party because the couple
times he’d gone with me he’d become an instant fan. The other guys were all for
it as well. What guy didn’t want to get in an expensive race car and go as fast
as they could under the threat of crashing? This was fucking living.

     I came around the curve, shifted gears, and punched the
accelerator reaching almost one-hundred and eighty before I had to slow down
for the next curve. I did this two more times before slowing and screeching
into the pit. Awesome!

     I hauled myself out the window as the rest of the guys cheered
from the sidelines. Noah was next up to go and was hopping in anticipation.
Only one car was allowed on the track at a time since we were all considered
novices.

     I clapped him on the shoulder before he climbed in. “Don’t kill
yourself because Amanda would kill me.”

     All my roommates had done this at least once with me so they sort
of knew what they were doing. The only guys who hadn’t were Maya’s stepbrother,
Greg; Blake, another friend of ours and former lacrosse teammate; Lon, and his
three cousins Juan, Havi, and Trey.

     When Landon had gotten back together with Maya he’d started to
form a close relationship with Lon since he was Maya’s best friend’s husband.
And as it so happened, Lon’s cousins were friends of Maya. Landon had not liked
that three huge, not unattractive Latino’s were friends with Maya, but he’d eventually
accepted them, and even become friendly with them himself when he realized they
were slotted firmly in the friend-zone. They were actually pretty cool guys,
even though they looked like muscled up gang-bangers. They weren’t though; they
were construction workers like Lon.

     When I stepped under the tent that was up to keep us out of the
sun I received a round of applause. “Tell me again, how come you’re not doing
that as a living?” Nic laughed.

     “My mother would kill me.” I returned snappily as I peeled off my
suit. The cool air from the fans surrounding us blew over my overheated body
making me feel fifty times better. “And there is no way I could wear this suit
everyday of my life. They’re like microwaves cooking you from the inside out.”
I stood in front of one fan in just my shorts letting it bring my core
temperature down.

     “I’d let myself be cooked to do this.” Juan remarked. He was
relaxed back in a chair in shorts, like all of us, drinking water. “It would be
worth it to feel this high all the time.” He wore a look of marvel mixed with envious
restlessness.

     He had the bug, but this was an expensive hobby and working
construction wouldn’t allow him to do it often. He was actually really good.
He’d told me he’d done street racing which explained why he was so easy with
the shifter, and smooth around the corners. Even the professional who was
supervising us today commented on his natural talent.

     As the other guys conversed I pulled up a chair next to him. He
raised his brow in question. “I have some connections in the racing industry
through my late father and grandparent’s. You have talent, and if you want I
could ask them to give you a shot?” My grandparent’s, on my father’s side,
still had heavy ties in the racing world and I was close to them.

     His eyes lit up with hope, but there was cynicism too. “I’m
nobody; why would they give me a chance?”

     “You think you have to be rich with a name for them to give you a
chance?” I shot back. “If you know any drivers you’ll find that more than half
started out with very little. The higher ups don’t care how much money you
have, they only care if you can drive.”

     He frowned and stared at me thoughtfully. “Seriously, you would do
that? You don’t even know me that well.”

     “I know talent though, and it’s not that big of a deal to make a
call.” Dan had given me my shot; I could do that for Juan.

     “And you think I might have a chance?”

     I grinned. “Yeah, and when you make it big I get first dibs
advertising on your car.”

     His eyes widened as it sank in. “Holy shit.” He breathed sitting
up straighter. “Okay, yeah, I want a chance, sign me up, and if it actually
works out you get the whole car. Thanks man, I mean…shit, this is huge.”

     I loaded his information into my phone. “Give me a week or two and
during that time get in as much practice as you can.”

     “What are you guys talking about over here?” Landon walked up.

     Leaning back in my chair I grinned. “Just asking Juan here why he
didn’t push harder for a chance at your future wife. I mean, if it were me she
wouldn’t have had a chance.” I brought this up just to annoy him and he didn’t
disappoint.

     He scowled. “You are such an ass.”

     I punched his shoulder. “Hey, he lost his chance and now she’s
going to be yours forever, and ever, and ever…Shit, it’s not even me and I can
feel my balls shriveling at the thought. One girl, for life.” I gave a very
real shiver of dismay.

     “The thought almost makes me want to dig a hole.” Juan added with
a grimace.

     Landon just smiled like Maya was the fucking gravity to his earth.
“When you find the one it will all make sense.”

     I snorted. “Yeah, love has definitely made you delusional.”

     We spent all afternoon racing but when six o’clock rolled around
they had to kick us to the curb. We were mostly okay with it since we were
starving by that point. Landon had gotten a huge suite at the Grand Hotel to
continue our party into the night, so we loaded up and headed over there to
shower and then hit the downstairs restaurant and bar.