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The staff have surrounded us with citronella candles to keep us free from any nighttime insects, and although it’s not too cold, there are a couple of deck heaters to take any chill off the evening air. Mae and the other older women are up on the terrace sitting in the chairs, chatting, so it’s just us younger girls on the blankets, talking and laughing. There are fourteen of us: Me, Gaby, Belle, her friend Jo, Sidnie, Elizabeth, Victoria, Evie, Heidi, Catie, Alice, Kennedy, Aroha, and Juliette.
Elizabeth and Catie have put their babies to bed, and they’re being watched by a nanny. We’re all able to relax without responsibilities and just be ourselves, and we’re all determined to enjoy it.
“I’m so tipsy,” Belle admits, blowing out a long breath. “I’ve lost count of the glasses of champagne I’ve had.”
“It would be a pretty poor hen party if you didn’t get wasted,” Gaby tells her.
“Good point.” Belle looks around her friends with a fond smile that gradually turns mischievous. “Okay, I’ve got an idea.”
“Uh-oh,” Jo says.
“No, it’s a great idea,” Belle protests. “I’ve got an admission to make. You lot already know.” She points at Gaby, Aroha, and Juliette. “I’ve only got the courage to tell the rest of you now I’m drunk, so here goes… I’d never had an orgasm until I met Damon.”
We all stare at her, our laughter dying away.
“Seriously?” Jo asks. “What, not even on your own?”
Belle shakes her head. “For various reasons, I’d just never had one. And I told him the night he drove me home for Gaby’s wedding.” Her eyes gleam. “He pulled over in the car and told me he’d give me an orgasm right there if I wanted one.”
Heidi’s jaw drops. “In the car?”
“Yep. So I said yes.”
“And did he?” I ask.
“He did. It was fucking amazing.” We all squeal, and she laughs. “The rest is history. But anyway, the point of me telling you was that I have a lot of ground to make up. So I want all of you to tell me something amazing about your sex lives. Come on! I need you to teach me!”
“Oh God,” Gaby says, “you are so drunk.”
“Oh, and you’re completely sober? Come on Gabs. You can start. You can’t pull the whole ‘oh but Tyson’s in a wheelchair’ thing now he’s walking. I know the two of you are at it like rabbits.”
“We are,” she admits, giving us all a sheepish look. “He told me he wants to make up for lost time. And we’re trying for a baby, so…” She stops as everyone cheers, and laughs. “The doctors said the accident might have affected his fertility, so I’m quite relaxed about it, I’m just happy to wait and see what happens, you know? But he’s determined to put a baby in me. It’s turned into quite a thing.” She rolls her eyes.
“Oh God,” Catie says, “Saxon’s the same! He totally has a… what do they call it? Impregnation fetish.” It takes her three goes to get the word out.
Alice grins. “He found you really sexy when you were pregnant the first time, didn’t he?”
“Yeah. It made him so horny. Especially when he discovered I was producing milk.”
“Oh, I’m so glad I’m not the only one,” Kennedy admits. “Someone told Jackson when I was breastfeeding that orgasms made the milk spurt out, and he made it his life’s work to get me to hit the wall or the ceiling.” We all giggle again.
“What about Titus?” Belle asks Heidi. “Has he turned all English, like Mark D’Arcy? Does he ask before he comes?”
“He does seem very polite,” I say.
She grins. “Not in bed. No… recently we’ve… ahh… discovered anal sex.” She chuckles as we all squeal.
“Do you like it?” Belle asks curiously.
“Yeah, as long as there’s lots of lube and he takes his time. It’s pretty hot.”
“Anyone else?” Belle asks.
Sidnie pops a chocolate truffle in her mouth. “Yeah, Mack likes glazing my donut.”
That makes us all burst out laughing, and it’s a good few minutes before we get our giggles under control.
“I want to ask you something,” Heidi says to Elizabeth, who lifts her eyebrows. “Last time we were home, I called in on Saturday morning to pick up the cake you ordered for Mum’s birthday. It was, like, ten a.m., and Hux came to the door. He said you were still in bed and winked at me. He was wearing a gray T-shirt, and he looked like someone had sprayed him with a water pistol. I said, ‘You’re all wet,’ and he laughed and said, ‘It’s Elizabeth’s fault,’ but he wouldn’t elaborate.”
