Evenlyn’s Journey
Melinda Barron
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Evelyn’s Journey
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Chapter 1
“If you don’t hurry up and park this car, I swear I’m going to christen the seat with pee,” Evelyn Barkley said.
“You should have gone when you stopped in Golden to pick up Korey.” Suzanne Jenkins maneuvered the car down I-25. “Or you could have gone in my house in Denver.”
The road trip had seemed like a good idea when it had been proposed a while ago. Their friend Sabrina was having a collaring ceremony, and none of them would miss the blessed event. So the three longtime pals decided to carpool so they could save on gas money.
But Evelyn had been away from this group for quite some time, because of things she’d rather forget. When she’d arrived at Korey’s house, Evelyn had given her friend the keys and popped open a beer, which she chugged at the house. When they’d arrived at Suzanne’s, she’d had another brew before she buried herself in the backseat and had one more.
So not only was she tipsy, but her bladder was about to burst. They’d already passed through Denver and Castle Rock—which was close to their destination. But Evelyn wasn’t sure she could make it the next ten miles. Sabrina’s house was down a windy, narrow lane, which turned into another windy, narrow lane, only this one unpaved. It would take them too long to get there, and Evelyn would never survive the bumps on the last part of the trip.
“Please find someplace for me to go, or I may die before we get there.”
“While you’ve been complaining, I’ve been driving,” Suzanne said. “We’re about seven minutes out. You’re an adult. You can wait that long.”
“If I flood the welcome mat, it’s your fault!” Evelyn pressed her thighs together and did what her grandmother always called the wee-wee dance. She bounced in her seat and prayed nothing trickled out from the movement.
From the front seat, Korey chuckled. “Sabrina will kill you if you ruin her collaring by peeing on her front doorstep. You’d better hold it until you get to the bathroom.”
“Easy for you to say,” Evelyn replied.
As she’d anticipated, the last part of the trip was horrible, but Evelyn managed to act like a grown-up. But the minute Suzanne parked the car, Evelyn pushed her way out the door and sprinted toward the house.
“See you inside,” she called over her shoulder. She took the front-deck steps as quickly as she could, grateful when she saw Sabrina standing there, holding the door open.
“Evelyn!” her friend proclaimed. “I’m so thrilled you’re here.” She held her arms out for a hug, but Evelyn sidestepped her.
“Bathroom emergency. I’ll be right back.” She rushed into the house, hurrying around people, ignoring calls of “hello” and “how have you been” as she headed toward the back part of the house, where she knew there was a bathroom right off the kitchen.
There was a big crowd to see Sabrina pledge herself to Mac Clusky—a man she’d been seeing for six months. Evelyn knew many of the people and hoped she could avoid one of them at all costs.
She passed through the kitchen and was surprised to find a crowd of people near the bathroom. She could see the door was open, and she prayed what she saw wasn’t a line.
“Excuse me,” she said several times, keeping her head down and using her shoulders to make her way through. When the actual porcelain god was in sight, she heaved a sigh of relief. But there was a problem, a big one, standing between her and salvation.
“Excuse me, sir,” she said as she tried to move around the large man. She hadn’t looked up, but from the size of his midsection, he worked out, and did it often.
“Gotta pee, baby?” He sounded like he was holding back laughter.
“Yes, and you’re standing in my way. Excuse me.”
She tried once again to push past. Things were nearing the critical level now. But the huge man in front of her didn’t seem to care.
“What’s it worth to you?”
“To me? What’s it worth to you not to have urine all over your shoes?” She jerked her head up angrily, her eyes widening. “Oh hell, what are you doing here?”
“Inky!” The man in question grabbed her by the shoulders. “Always a pleasure to see you, but I have to ask, what are you doing here?”
She could feel wetness coming out of her. If he didn’t move now, things would turn ugly. “Please, Logan, I’m begging you, move.”
When he didn’t do as she asked, Evelyn put her hands on his midsection and pushed, putting all her weight behind the action. Logan stumbled a little, and she pressed her advantage, pushing him yet again. He staggered into the bathroom, managing to right himself by grabbing the sink just as Evelyn closed the door.
She barely managed to get her skirt up and panties down before nature called.
“Been drinking, Inky?” The humor was gone from his voice.
“Bit out of your jurisdiction, Officer Hendricks?” she retorted. “And please stop calling me that. My name is Evelyn, Evie to my friends. You can call me Ms. Barkley.”
“You didn’t answer the question,” he said.
“I’m over twenty-one.” She glared up at him.
“From the looks of it, you’ve imbibed quite a lot. I hope you weren’t driving.” He was standing with his back to the door, his arms crossed over his chest. “And it’s Lieutenant Hendricks, if you please.”
“I wasn’t driving,” she said, ignoring the other part of his sentence.
She finished what she had to do, righted her clothes and glanced at the one man she’d never expected to see here. “Now that you’ve had a free show, you can leave,” she suggested.
“What are you doing here, Evelyn?”
She walked toward the sink, feeling unstable as she moved. Once at the cabinet she leaned against it to steady herself. “I’m standing in front of a sink after peeing. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what’s happening here.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, and Evelyn knew her jab had hit home.
“Let me be literal, since you obviously can’t follow my lead. What are you doing at the collaring, Ms. Barkley?”
Evelyn turned on the water, then put her hands under it. “Sabrina is a friend of mine. What are you doing here, Lieutenant Hendricks?”
“Mac is a friend of mine.”
She wasn’t sure what to say next, so she finished rinsing her hands before she turned off t
he water.
As she reached for the towel, he said, “Are you submissive, Inky?”
Evelyn kept her gaze focused on the cloth in her hands. “Is this an interrogation, Lieutenant Hendricks?”
“Just a question.”
Evelyn folded the towel and put it on the counter. She needed to find some food to try and soak up some of the alcohol. “May I leave now?”
He hadn’t moved an inch, and Evelyn took the chance to look him over. She’d always thought he was handsome, but tonight he seemed striking. He wore tight blue jeans and a blue button-down shirt. His muscles filled out every inch of his clothes. His dark, close-cropped hair set off his strong features, and his eyes were so blue she thought she could get lost in them.
Maybe she should answer his question and have some fun tonight. That idea flew out the window when he spoke again. “Not until you answer the question.”
“You wouldn’t let me in, and now you’re holding me hostage? Isn’t there some sort of law against that?” He looked so relaxed that it pissed her off.
“All you have to do is answer the question. Yes or no. Are you submissive?”
“Are you a Dom?” she countered.
“What do you think?” He took a step toward her. Then he quickly closed the gap, putting his hands on either side of her hips. They weren’t touching, but it wouldn’t take much for their bodies to press together. “Answer the question.”
“It’s none of your business,” she said, standing on her tiptoes so she could look him in the face. “Now, get out of my way.”
A pounding on the door caught her off guard. Evelyn lost her balance, and she would have fallen, but he grabbed her around the waist, holding her close to his chest. Outside, people were asking what was going on inside, yelling that no blowjobs could be given before the collaring.
“I’ll take your refusal to answer as a yes,” he said, his face close to hers. “I wish I’d known this a while ago.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, Logan, you’re not my type.”
“Lesbian?”
Evelyn snorted. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held her tight. “Because I don’t want to submit to you, you think I’m a lesbian? That’s quite an ego you’ve got there. Do you need an extra pocket to carry it around?”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian,” he said, ignoring her jab. “I’m just curious why I’m not your type.”
“Because you’re arrogant and a pure asshole sometimes. How’s that for an answer, Lieutenant?”
He looked shocked. “Asshole?”
“Remember the break-in at the elementary school?”
He snorted out a laugh. “You’re still pissed about that, Inky? You got a story.”
Evelyn would rather not have this discussion right now. This was supposed to be a celebration, not a rehash of an old grudge she had against the Clearwater Police Department.
“Our paper runs once a week.” She shook her finger in his face, hoping it would piss him off and he would let her go. “You deliberately withheld information so I couldn’t get the story into the paper right after it happened. You know, Logan, the press can be your friend.”
“They can also screw things up sometimes, Inky.” He pushed her finger away. “I did that on purpose, to get the town blabbermouths going. When people gossip, I find out information that can be helpful.”
“You can also…” The pounding on the door increased, and Evelyn closed her mouth. How had this happened? All she’d wanted to do was go to the bathroom. Now, she was going to have to do the party version of a perp walk, going out into the crowd gathered in the hallway. Most of them thought she was in here sucking Logan’s cock. They were all making lewd comments. She could feel the heat in her face already.
“I don’t want to have this discussion with you right now.” She tried and once again failed to push away from him. “May I leave, please?”
“You may.” He finally took a step back before he put his hand on the doorknob. “But I’m not done with you, Inky.”
“Screw you, Lieutenant,” she said as he opened the door. She strode through the open portal, her head held high, as partygoers shouted questions about how was it, and why they weren’t given a chance to watch.
“We will, Inky, and you’re going to love it,” he yelled back.
Evelyn ignored Logan’s words and the laughter of the other guests. By the time she was in the kitchen, it seemed like a faint buzzing noise. In the living room, she scanned the crowd. She saw Suzanne talking to Sabrina.
Before she could start their way, Korey was behind her. “Who was that guy you were with in the bathroom?”
“Lieutenant Logan Hendricks,” Evelyn answered. “He’s on the force in Clearwater.”
“You’re kidding me? If I’d known you had cops like that up there, I’d have moved in next door to you. He’s gorgeous.”
“He’s a jerk,” Evelyn responded. “And I imagined the worst thing I’d have to experience tonight was running into Carl. Sabrina says he’s with her cousin now.”
“He’s here,” Korey said, sounding as if she were delivering the news that someone had died. “I’ve already seen him.”
Evelyn sighed heavily. “I shouldn’t have come.” It had been three years, and she still wasn’t over the hurt Carl had laid on her. He’d made her feel worthless, and she’d learned the lesson so well that she hadn’t been with a man since.
Being held against Logan’s chest was the closest she’d been to a male body since then. She would never let him know that it made her tingle, even if he did piss her off.
“Sabrina would have been so hurt if you hadn’t come,” Korey reminded Evelyn of the reason she was there. “Let’s go talk to her and see how things are going with her and the Mac man.”
Korey started across the room, and Evelyn fell into step behind her. Korey was right. Tonight was about Sabrina and her happiness. If Evelyn saw Carl, she would simply turn the other way.
It would be easy as pie.
Logan stepped in front of Mac, who had been one of his best friends since junior high school. “What’s the story on Inky?”
“Who?” Mac frowned, then sniffed the air. “Been drinking, Logan?”
“Evelyn Barkley.”
“You call her Inky?” Mac asked.
“She’s the newspaper editor in Clearwater,” Logan said. “One time I went into the pressroom and her hands, face, and shirt were covered in ink. She was trying to help them fix something, and some disaster happened. It’s been her nickname ever since.”
Mac laughed. “All Sabrina told me was that she went to a small town up north. I’ll have to get on her for not telling me the two of you were in the same town. What do you want to know?”
“Is she submissive?”
“Oh yeah,” Mac said. “Although, three years ago, her time with Carl Flynn ended badly. I mean, really, really bad. She’s been celibate ever since.”
Logan couldn’t understand why a person would go without sex for three years. It had to have been something really momentous. Only one idea popped into his mind. “Did she try to kill him?”
Mac laughed. “Only a cop would think that. No, there were no murder attempts. The two of them were hot and heavy, and then all of a sudden, Carl finds himself a new sub. Says that Evie had to submit to the both of them.”
“And?”
Mac picked up a beer. “Said he was going to marry the other woman, and Evie would be their maid and sex slave, but she wouldn’t be his submissive, she’d be a slave, with no rights whatsoever.”
Despite hearing about one Dom’s obvious lack of judgment, Logan couldn’t help but smile. Knowing the feisty Evelyn as he did, those words couldn’t have gone over well.
“Carl is a lawyer,” Mac continued. “I guess he thought he knew what he was doing. He’d drawn up papers that he wanted Evie to sign, saying she belonged to him and he could do whatever he wanted with her, including letting his friends use her if she displeased
him. She refused, and if what Sabrina says is true, he tried to force her. I’m not sure how.”
“Son of a bitch,” Logan said, all trace of humor gone.
“Yeah, he’s a dick. I wasn’t with Sabrina yet, but I heard about it from other people. I guess the final straw for Evie was when he told her she was too fat for him to marry, that he couldn’t take her to office parties and such because the other attorneys would talk about her behind his back.”
“If he’s such a dick, what is he doing here?” Logan asked.
Mac’s face darkened. “He’s with Sabrina’s cousin right now. I would like to get her away from him, but so far, she’s sticking with him like glue. But I’m keeping an eye on them.”
Logan balled his hand into a fist. Right now he’d like to give this guy a knuckle sandwich. Evelyn wasn’t little, true, but that didn’t matter. She had an hourglass figure, with some extra time added on it, and most of the sand still at the top. She also had the most beautiful head of dark hair that Logan had ever seen. He’d thought about asking her out from time to time, but he’d never thought she’d say yes. She’d always been standoffish. Now he knew why.
Logan had always appreciated the fact that she stood up for herself. And now that he knew she was submissive, well he would have to take a ride down that road, so to speak.
“So she quit her job and moved. If I’d known you were in the same town, I would have told you a new sub was in Clearwater.” Mac had obviously been talking while Logan was thinking about Evelyn.
“As one of our younger cops says, I think I’m gonna tap that,” Logan said.
“Good luck,” Mac said with a laugh. “According to Sabrina, she’s sworn off men for life, and she proved it by installing a fucking machine in her basement. She told Sabrina she had a dick and didn’t need one with an asshole attached to it.”
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