“Shit,” Brynna replies. “I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you’re not supposed to spell it, Jules, you’re supposed to suck it.”
“Sonofabitch,” Caleb mutters and answers his ringing phone. “Hi Will. I sound like this because these drunker than fuck women won’t stop talking about sex…”
I rip the phone out of his hand. “Hey, sssssexy football player.”
“Hi, honey. Are you having fun?”
God, his voice is hot.
“Yeah. I want orgasms. I get to have them this time, right?”
He laughs in my ear and I smile. “As long as you don’t throw up, yes.”
“I won’t throw up,” I frown. “I want you to smack my ass. Sam reminded me that I like that. But I have ‘nesia ‘cause I can’t remember how to spell pussy.”
“Uh, Meg, my brothers are right there.”
“I know your brothers are right here!” I roll my eyes and giggle.
“They’re my brothers too!” Jules yells at him.
“Jesus, you guys got really drunk.” Will chuckles.
“Well, yeah. It’s a bitcherlet party, Will.” I squirm in my seat. “Now, as I was saying. You know where I have my clit…” Before I can say another word, Caleb takes the phone back, scowling at me.
“Dude, what is up with all these horny women?” he asks Will.
“Hey! I wasn’t done!”
“Meg,” Jules peers over at me. “My brothers don’t want to know that you have your clit pierced.”
I hear Will yelling on the phone, even over the girls gasps, and then Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Yes, she told.”
Matt glances at me in the rearview and I shrug. “What?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“Hey, it makes things interesting.”
We pull up to Nat’s house, and Luke comes out to gather his girl. He smiles sweetly at her as he lifts her out of the van.
“Welcome home, baby.”
“Hi, handsome.” She cups his face in her hands and kisses him deeply as he carries her inside and waves back at us.
“Orgasms,” Brynna sighs and sits back in her seat.
Next stop is Nat and Jules’ old house where Brynna and her girls have been living for the past few months. Brynna steps out of the van, but stumbles, and Caleb easily lifts her in his arms and smiles down at her as she wraps her arms around his neck.
“You don’t have to carry me,” she murmurs to him as he walks to her front door.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he mumbles back and I sigh. Gosh, he’s sweet. All the guys are so sweet.
“I like sweet guys,” I announce.
“Why?” Jules asks.
“I dunno.” I frown and think about it. “They taste good.”
Sam nods in agreement. “They do. But they taste good when they’re naughty too.”
“Oh, yeah.” I remember. “Okay. I like sweet, naughty guys.”
Caleb climbs back in and we take Sam home. “You okay?” Matt asks her as she climbs out of the van.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I have to go call Brandon.”
“Who’s Brandon?” Jules asks.
“Fuck buddy. I need to be spanked. ‘Night all!” And with that she disappears into her downtown apartment building.
“Atta girl!” I yell at her. “You go get some.”
Jules smirks and looks over at me. “I’m so glad we did this.”
“So fun,” I agree.
“We’ll do it again when you get married.”
I frown at her and shake my head. “Not getting married.”
“Why?”
“Will will leave me before that.” I shrug and sigh. “But I’ll enjoy him for now.”
I look up to find Caleb and Jules both scowling at me, and Matt eyeing me again in the mirror.
“What?”
“Why would he leave you?” Caleb asks quietly.
“They always leave.”
“Who?” Matt asks.
“People I love.” I sigh again and look at Jules who is watching me with understanding eyes. She and Nat are the only ones who really know. “I can’t tell him, Jules. If I tell him I love him, he’ll go.”
“No he won’t, sweetie.” She squeezes my hand and then grins. “He’ll fuck the shit out of you.”
“No he won’t.” I shake my head. “He says he never fucks me. Even when he fucks me.”
“What does that mean?” she asks with a frown as the guys up front share a glance.
“I dunno.” We pull up to Jules’ building. “Go get your apagasms.”
“Okay.” She smiles widely at the tall, devastatingly handsome man walking out to the curb to claim her. “See you Saturday.”
Nate lifts her in his arms and waves at us before carrying her back inside out of the cold. They’re so pretty together. Their babies will be knock outs.
I snort.
Knock outs. Nate used to fight. Why this is so funny to me, I’m not sure, other than it’s still the alcohol talking.
I must fall asleep because suddenly the van door opens again and Will leans in, smiling gently at me. “Hey, lazy girl. Let’s get you inside.”
He lifts me easily out of the van and I wrap myself around him, so happy to be cradled in his strong arms.