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“Oh, wow.” That’s Sunny.
“Is she—” Charlene starts.
“Oh, definitely,” Violet interjects. “Check out her toes.”
The commentary kills the end of the orgasm. I glance over at the three of them gawking at us. Randy seems totally unfazed. In fact, he’s smug as fuck.
“Um. You should stay there. Both of you.” Sunny holds her hand out to the side. Lance collides with it, and she pushes him back. “All of you.”
Violet fans herself. “I feel like I just watched porn.”
“Close the damn door!” I finally croak, collapsing against Randy’s chest.
He’s laughing. I’m so mortified I could die.
“Kinda pointless now, don’t ya think?” Violet asks. “Seven minutes in heaven is up, Balls. I hope yours aren’t too blue right now. Either that, or you need a change of pants, and I need a drink.” She turns away. “Alex, baby, can you make me those shots I like? The ones you call panty removers?”
When I look back, Sunny has her hair twirled around her finger, and she’s brushing it across her lips. Randy helps me off the washing machine. I slide down the front of his body and feel his hard-on against my stomach. I don’t know how he can still be so smirky. He pats my ass as we step out into foyer. Thankfully, most of the crowd has already moved on. It’s only Miller and Sunny. He gives Randy a look, then puts an arm around Sunny’s shoulder and guides her down the hall.
My face feels like I have the worst sunburn in the world. I’m usually a private person. Private about sex, about my life, about pretty much everything, so knowing all these people heard me in the throes of ecstasy—because that’s exactly what it was—is the pinnacle of embarrassing. Randy picks me up and sets me on a stool at Alex’s breakfast bar, then he hugs me from behind. I don’t know what to think about all this affection. Apparently neither does anyone else, because it’s not me getting weird looks—despite my loud orgasm—it’s Randy. Maybe I’m not alone in thinking this thing between us doesn’t seem totally casual anymore.
Alex makes us all shooters, which we drink. Then the guys have beers, and Violet offers us cocktails or wine. Since we’ve already been drinking wine, we decide it’s safest to stick with the same thing. I feel a little bad for Lance, since he’s the only one without a girl—not that I’m Randy’s girl or anything. Even if it feels a little like I am.
Violet mentions her plan to get rid of the guys. There’s some serious protesting, mostly on Randy’s part, but also from Miller. Violet whispers something to Alex, and his eyebrows rise. He slaps his thighs and stands up. “All right, guys, guess we’re going out to watch the game since the girls are watching Magic Mike Two.”
“It’s XXL,” Violet corrects.
“I don’t like your friends very much right now,” Randy mutters in my ear.
“I’ll be here when you get back.” I pat his cheek and get off the stool.
He gives me a look. “No sleep tonight.”
“It’s totally overrated.”
Once they’re gone, we order takeout, change into comfy clothes, and get back to drinking wine.
A little while later, Violet’s sprawled out on the floor, rubbing her belly after plowing through an entire box of chicken balls. “I hope these digest before Alex gets back, otherwise I might have to backtrack on the blowy tonight.”
Charlene snorts. “Nothing screams sexy like puking on a dick.”
“Has that happened to you?” Sunny asks, eyes wide.
“No. Thank God.” Violet pulls a face. “But it might if my stomach doesn’t settle down soon. You don’t think there was dairy in any of this, do you?”
“It’s Chinese food. I don’t think they do dairy,” Charlene replies. “You ate too much.”
“I totally did.” Violet nods.
“Once I choked on Kale’s hair,” Sunny says. Her nose crinkles. Anything related to her ex-boyfriend, Kale, warrants that reaction.
Violet props herself up on an elbow. “You mean a ball hair?”
“Ew. No. I never would have put Kale’s balls in my mouth. They were way too hairy.”
“So, like, you mean his bush? Didn’t he trim?”
“No. I’m talking about shaft hair. It got caught in the back of my throat. It was so gross.”
Talking about Kale makes me think about Benji and his similar lack of grooming in the dick department.
“Hold the phone.” Violet puts out a hand. “He had shaft hair. Like hair on the shaft of his penis.”
“Uh-huh.” Sunny nods. “Miller’s so good about maintenance, though. I don’t mind sucking on his balls at all.”
Violet spits out her wine. “Can we not talk about Buck’s balls?”
Sunny shrugs. “I’m just saying. It’s nice. And Miller loves blow jobs. He says I’m awesome at them, and he always eats my cookie afterward because he appreciates it so much.”
Charlene is laughing so hard she’s curled in a ball holding her stomach. Violet looks a little green, but I can’t tell if it’s because she ate too much, she’s had too much to drink, or because Sunny’s talking about blowing Miller. Again.
