“You are all over-sexed.” I announce to the room at large.
“Not all of us,” Brynna pouts, sticks her lower lip out and scowls at Caleb.
“Don’t start,” he warns her.
My eyebrows climb into my hairline. “What the fuck?”
“Caleb’s staying with Brynna and the girls for a while,” Luke fills me in. “It’s a
safety issue.”
I frown over at the unlikely couple, Brynna with her long dark hair and generously
curvy body – God, I wish I had her boobs – and Caleb, the big, muscular Navy SEAL.
“Is something going on there?” I ask Luke softly.
“I have no idea.” He shrugs. “But they keep looking at each other. None of my business.”
“What is it, Sam?” Nat asks with a grin.
“It’s gum.”
“Oh! Here’s one!” Will exclaims after he takes the box from me. “You stick your poles
inside me, you tie me down to get me up and I get wet before you do.”
“I like the tie me down talk, you know,” I remind the boys and make the room laugh,
including the quiet Matt, who chokes on his beer and grins at me.
“Seriously.” Leo glances down at me with renewed interest and I feel my cheeks heat.
“Sure.” I shrug.
Leo wraps his arm around me, pulls me to his side and kisses my temple, and I immediately
stiffen.
I’ve never, ever shown public displays of affection in front of my family before.
“I’m not a touchy feely person, remember?” I whisper to him. He leans in and lays
his lips against my ear.
“Get over it, sunshine. You’re mine, I’m yours, and I will touch you.” He lightly
kisses me again and straightens, his face completely neutral and I feel like I’ve
been hit by a Mack truck.
Luke is watching us thoughtfully while he runs his fingertips up and down Natalie’s
arm. The rest of the room, including Mark and Meg, are oblivious. I offer Luke a shrug
and a slight smile and focus on the game.
“It’s a tent, people!” Will laughs and passes the box along.
“I haven’t been wet in a while.” Brynna announces and I spit out my margarita.
“How many drinks have you had?” I ask her.
“Too many,” Caleb responds. “Excuse us, we need to talk.” He grips Brynna by the arm
and leads her back to Luke’s office and we hear the door slam.
I look back and forth between the girls, Jules, Nat, Meg and Stacy, and we all erupt
in laughter.
“No orgasm talk tonight.” Matt announces in warning.
“Who talks about orgasms?” Mark asks with interest. My baby brother is adorable, and
all grown up. He looks so much like Luke and our dad, tall and fair and strong.
And he’s a man-whore.
“The girls have a habit of talking about orgasms when alcohol is involved.” Nate fills
him in and shakes his dark head.
“More drinks, ladies?” Mark asks with his charming, melt-your-panties grin.
“More drinks!” Stacy agrees.
“Orgasms are a perfectly fine thing to talk about.” Jules takes a long sip of her
drink and offers Nate a goofy grin. “They’re better when they’re apagasms.”
“Julianne!” Nate growls.
“What? Meg called them that first.” She points at Meg, who widens her eyes innocently.
“I did?” She asks.
“Yeah, remember? In the van.”
“I was completely wasted in the van, Jules.” Meg laughs. “But apagasms sound good
to me.”
“You fucking told them?” Nate turns on Jules in shock and she clasps her lips shut
and looks almost embarrassed for a minute but then wraps her arms around his neck
and kisses him square on the mouth.
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it, ace.”
“Uh, sweetheart, you don’t got it,” he reminds her, but she holds up her left hand
and wiggles her ring finger at him.
“Yeah, I do.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have one.” I turn to Leo to find his eyes wide in surprise
and his mouth gaping. “You’re pierced everywhere else.”
“I’m not getting my dick pierced!” He gapes at me like I’ve just told him he should
get it cut off.
I snort. Yes, snort. He’s adorable.
“Oh, don’t be a pussy, I’ve heard really, really good things about the apa. And speaking
of pussies,” I gesture at Meg with a wide grin, “Even your sister has her clit pierced.”
“What the fuck?” Leo exclaims, scowling between me and Meg and back again. “I raised
you better than that!”
“Way to go!” Mark offers her a high-five.
“Can we see it?” Nate asks and wiggles his eyebrows, earning a punch in the arm by
Will.
“It’s really pretty.” Jules smiles sweetly and Natalie nods in agreement.
“You guys have seen it?” Stacy asks.
“Yeah, we went with her when she got it.”
“I wanna see it!” Stacy bounces in her seat, her margarita gripped tightly in her
hands.
“What do you want to see?” Brynna asks as she and Caleb come back into the room, calmer
than when they left, but Brynna’s pretty face is flushed.
Interesting.
Meg shrugs and climbs into Will’s lap. He wraps his big arms around her and kisses
her head. “I wanted a piercing.” She informs Leo and winks at me.
“Eyebrow, ear, nose, belly button.” He points passionately with his finger with each
suggestion. “Are all acceptable piercings.”
“That’s not what I wanted.”
“Jesus.” He pulls his tattooed hand down his face and laughs. “I don’t ever,
ever
need to know stuff like this about you.”
“Hey.” Will interrupts. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
“So back to orgasms,” Stacy begins and Caleb jumps up, waving his arms about.
“No! No, no, no! No orgasm talk tonight.”
“I could talk about orgasms,” Mark offers.
“No! I’m serious.” Caleb glares at all of us and I decide to put him out of his misery.
“Okay, guys… we’ll discuss the O during girls night.”
“Good plan,” Leo whispers under his breath. “I don’t need to hear my sister talk about
getting off, and,” his voice drops further, “every time I make you come, is between
you and me, sugar. No one else.”
Well, now I’d be happy to discuss orgasms. My purple panties are soaked.
“How are the living arrangements working out?” Matt asks Caleb and Brynna.
“Fine.” Caleb shrugs.
“He’s nice to the girls,” Brynna comments with soft deep brown eyes.
Dear God, she’s fallen for him! What the hell has been going on in that house?
We all exchange glances, but no one pushes the subject.
Caleb’s face softens into a smile and he rests his big hand on Brynna’s jean-covered
knee. “They’re easy to be nice to.”
“No kid talk,” Stacy scolds them. “We agreed. We’re pretending we’re young, with no
responsibilities.”
“I am young with no responsibilities.” Mark reminds us all with a satisfied smile.
“I recommend it.”
“Right, ‘cause you hate kids.” I smirk. “You can’t stand holding Livie.”
“I love her. And then she goes home and I go find a warm body for the night.” He winks
and I scowl back at him.
“Gross.”
“I’m not sure Sam should be having babies any time soon.” Meg announces with a laugh.
“Why not?” Luke asks.
“Well, there was a diaper…” Leo reaches over and covers her mouth with his hand, muffling
the rest of the words and making them sound like the teacher on the
Peanuts.
“I’m just definitely not ready.” I tell him quickly. “Not terribly maternal. You know.”
I shrug and glance over at Nat to find her laughing, holding her stomach.
“Did Liv blow out her diaper when you watched her?” She asks and wipes tears from
her eyes.
“What the hell do you feed her?” Leo demands.
“Stop talking about kids!” Jules interrupts. “And definitely stop talking about poop.”
“She said poop.” Will laughs.
“What are you, twelve?” Matt asks him.
“Like you didn’t snicker.”
“Shit, now I want chocolate,” Brynna bites her lip.
“Do you have chocolate?” Jules asks Natalie.
“I live here, girls, and I’m pregnant. Of course there’s chocolate! Follow me!” Nat
jumps up and we all eagerly follow behind, taking our drinks with us, to the kitchen.
Natalie disappears into a pantry and then opens her fridge and begins piling goodies
on the countertop. “We have chocolate ice-cream, kisses, brownies, and whipped cream.”
“I am so in love with you right now, I want to lay you out on this countertop and
eat this shit off of you,” Jules hugs Nat tight and pulls down bowls, passes them
around.
“Don’t mind us, we’ll just watch.” Nate calls from the living area.
“Oh my God, so good.” Brynna moans as she chews a chunk of brownie. I love Brynna’s
body. Like Nat, she’s curvy, but more so. “I wish I had your boobs,” I tell her, not
able to keep the envy out of my voice.
She smirks. “Right.”
“Dude, I do!” I take a sip of my drink, already happily fuzzy in the brain, and walk
over to her and cup her size C cup boob in my palm. “See? You have the perfect boobs.
Stace, have you felt her boobs?”
“Oh yeah.” Stacy waves me off. “She has great tits.”
“I wanna feel!” Jules bounces over to us.
“Give me more chocolate and you can touch all you want.” Brynna laughs. “This is the
most action I’ve had in months,” she glares at Caleb and he swears long and loud.
“Your boobs are fine the way they are, sunshine.” Leo reminds me from the living room,
and I blow him a kiss.
“I’m glad you approve, sexy man.”
We continue to gorge ourselves on junk, the guys are laughing and arguing about football
and cars and other things that I just frankly don’t give a shit about.
“So, how’s the sex?” Jules asks me and glances over toward the other room.
“I don’t want to know.” Meg frowns. “Wait. Yeah, I do. Spill.”
I so want to tell them. I really, really do.
“And after you tell us about the sex, tell us how you are.” Natalie adds.
They’re all looking at me with a mixture of curiosity, sympathy and pure pride.
God, I love these girls.
“Sex is… amazing,” I admit and bite my lip. “I’m good. We’re still figuring it out.”
“Sounds about right.” Nat nods with approval. “He’s sexy, that’s for sure.”
“God, he’s sex on a stick,” Stacy agrees.
“I want to lick his stars,” Brynna adds and we all giggle.
“Dude, I do that all the time. They’re so lickable.”
“I hate you.” Brynna laughs. “I really hate you.”
“Yeah, ‘cause living with a hot Navy SEAL is so difficult.”
“Asshole won’t touch me, no matter how hard I try,” she whispers. Jules’ eyes go wide
in surprise.
“Oh my God!” She gasps.
“Talk about sex on a stick,” Meg agrees. “Look at them. Goddam, we’re in the same
room with what looks like an issue of
People Magazines
sexiest men alive.”
“I need an orgasm.” I sigh just as Leo looks in my direction and catches my eye. A
slow, smug smile spreads across his handsome face, as if he can read my mind.
Probably because he can, damn him.
“I don’t know what else you guys are trying to figure out,” Meg comments and unwraps
a kiss.
“It’s only been a few weeks,” I remind her.
“True.” She shrugs and pops the chocolate in her mouth.
My favorite Sara Bareilles song,
King of Anything
begins to play over the sound system. “God, I love this song.”
“I do too!” Jules toasts me and all of us girls begin to sing and dance around the
kitchen, using forks for microphones, laughing and shaking what our mamas gave us.
Who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
The song ends and we high-five and spin around the to the sound of applause coming
from our laughing men.
I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun and felt so… content.
We bow for the men.
“Encore!” Mark yells. “With less clothes. Except you, Sam, keep your shit on.”
“We’re a one-song show, guys. Sorry.”
“I think it’s time we head out anyway.” Isaac responds as the guys wander into the
kitchen to join us. He wraps his arms around his wife and kisses her cheek.
“It’s late,” Nate murmurs to Jules.
“Killjoys,” Meg grumbles but laughs when Will plants his hands on her ass and lifts
her up to his more than six-feet height to plant a kiss on her. “Okay, I could go
home.”
Leo slides up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me firmly against
his flat abdomen, and after stiffening for just a moment, I relax against him.