Wicked Little Sins

Everly

Vinnie rested against his posh car, pumping gas. Everly was inside using the restroom. And her brother was inside buying another pack of cigarettes. They were about an hour away from their dad's house. He ached at the thought of dealing with that old man. He was needy and grouchy most days and his daughters seemed oblivious to it. Vinnie believed men were supposed to be the strong ones, the ones who held the power. Vinnie just didn't understand how Everly had turned out to be so stubborn having come from that old man and her mother. He vowed their marriage would be well maintained, he would be the one in control—the one that Everly could count on for all her needs. He was hopeful they'd have babies right away so he'd be bonded to Everly in every sense of the word. Family was more important to him than a wife's career—if only he could get her to see that.

She came out from the restroom wearing the same sad expression she'd worn for days now. Quite frankly, he was tired of seeing it and she could tell. She put on the act of wanting to be near him. How hard could it possibly be? He was the most attractive man she'd ever seen.

"Almost there," he said, smiling at her. He traced a finger across her cheek, wanting nothing more than a kiss from her.

"Do you want me to drive some?" she asked, lifting her head and pulling him to her, his lips touching hers. She gave a quick peck. As he tried for more, she pulled away from him. When would he get it in his head that she was grieving the loss of her mother, and kissing or any sexual activity was the last thing on her mind? She was beginning to think he didn't care that she'd lost her mother, something to not be taken as lightly as he seemed to be. There were many layers to Vince. Everyone saw him as beautiful and talented, and he was all those things. Unfortunately, what showed on the outside was nothing like who Vince was on the inside.

Vinnie ignored her question, getting back into the driver's seat. How dare she snub him? He was only trying to make her feel good. He was getting angry. Why did their sex life and a little romance have to stop because of a death in the family? And where was that kid when he was ready to leave?

Vinnie gripped the steering wheel, doing what he did best—bottling all his rage and irritation inside. He scanned the parking lot, looking for Ethan. He was probably in the restroom whacking off, he thought. He touched Everly's leg, little by little moving his hand up and down her thigh. He missed touching her and watching her undress at night before she got into their bed. She was sexy, and her body excited him to no end.

"Where is he?" Everly asked, ignoring his intentions. She purposely crossed her legs, immediately knocking his pawing hand away. He was like a dog in heat wanting to hump her all the time—always about the sex and not about the romance. He wasn't interested in making love. He treated her like a bar slut—a little smack on the ass here, a little pulling of hair there. In the beginning, his wild ways and the few bruises he'd leave behind had turned her on. She was sure that as love progressed there should be more—slow, loving kisses and sweet cuddling that she desired.

She finally saw Ethan. They had never discussed his dating life, but she hoped that when he met the right girl and settled down that he would treat his woman right.

"Sorry about that," Ethan said, climbing into the back seat.

"Oh, of course, you are," Vinnie said, starting the car. He threw his arm around the back of Everly's seat, whipped out of his parking spot and gunned it out of the gas station.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Everly grumbled.

"I apologize, I'm just getting tired," Vinnie insisted, slowing the car down to a legal speed. Everly tapped her leg in aggravation. Ethan laughed on the inside realizing how easy it was to push Vince's buttons.

"It was nerves," he spoke up. So now he decides to talk, Vinnie thought.

"What do nerves have to do with it?" Vinnie asked him.

"It was either shit in the bathroom or shit in your fancy car," Ethan said, a satisfied smirk on his face. Was Vinnie really so dense to think Ethan was going to engage him in any kind of significant conversation?

Everly chuckled. For the first time in days she laughed and it was at her brother's lame joke about defecating in their vehicle. Vinnie shook his head, hoping the drive ended soon. He really needed a drink.