AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She knew she shouldn’t laugh. It wasn’t the time or place. But her nerves bubbled over and then she was snorting and clutching her belly, helpless to stop herself.
Then she glanced down and saw her tits almost spilling out and sobered up real fast.
“Sorry. I’m really sorry,” she said miserably, trying to discreetly tuck them back in. Too bad Double-D’s weren’t ever discreet about a damn thing. “I’m not making light of it. It’s very serious. I’ve been just worried sick about how you’ll react.”
“In between orgasms?” Charli asked drily, crossing her arms over her own much more demure rack.
“No, we didn’t…not today. Oh my God, this is so embarrassing.” She covered her face with her hands, needing to take a moment’s breather from that judgmental look on her best friend’s face. Or maybe she was just seeing things, her guilt taking over, but either way, she needed a moment.
“Was it good?” Charli asked after another minute passed.
Paige dropped her hands. “Is that a trick question?”
Charli surprised her by chuckling as she turned Paige to face the mirror. “I’m guessing so, judging by all of these.” She swept Paige’s hair back behind her shoulder and Paige gasped at the tiny bruises and red marks that lined her neck. A few dotted her cleavage too.
“Oh my God. I didn’t want to look at myself in this dress, and oh my God.” She tried to pull up her bodice to no avail. “I have to go home and change. Right now.”
“No, you don’t. You look hot in this sundress. Stop trying to hide yourself away behind shapeless sackcloths. Your body is banging, and you should show it off.”
“My clothes aren’t sackcloths.” Okay, maybe a few of them were. But she was hippy. That wasn’t her imagination. Besides, this dress really was too revealing for work.
“Since you didn’t decide to wear this, who suggested you should?”
She hesitated. “Colt.”
“Figured.” Charli nodded. “He loves curves. All men do, but that man has a finer appreciation for them than most. Still not sure why he married me.” Her laughter was slightly off-key.
“Stop it. You’re model-gorgeous. You know he loved you.”
“Water under the bridge, babe. He’s a single man now. He can do what—and who—he wants. As he’s been proving for the last three-plus years since we signed on the dotted line.”
She had no reason to prickle at Charli’s assessment of Colt as a manwhore. Hadn’t she called him that herself too many times to count? Sure, he’d shown her a different side to his personality last night, but it was probably just self-preservation talking, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. If he was that much of one, then what they’d done meant nothing. Less than. And one night or not, it had been a kind of turning point for her.
She couldn’t hide away from life anymore.
Dating might be messy and more trouble than it was worth more than half the time, but she couldn’t close herself into her apartment like a shut-in. She was too young. She hadn’t experienced enough yet.
But that was for later. Right now, she had some fences to mend.
Paige turned to face her best friend. “I’m sorry. I broke about sixteen friend codes, but if it’s any weight in my favor, I didn’t ever even look at him that way until he showed up half naked in my truck.”
That wasn’t entirely true, but it was mostly, and hell, she’d do anything to bring a real smile back to Charli’s face. Yesterday she’d married the love of her life. She shouldn’t be frowning today. Not even for a second.
“Half naked in your truck?” Charli held up a hand. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”
“I do,” Hollie called from the other side of the door. “Open up and give a sister the skinny. Skip the details though, okay? I’m running low on brain bleach.”
Rolling her eyes, Charli pulled open the door and hauled Hollie inside. “Why do I get the feeling you’ve been eavesdropping?”
“No clue. It couldn’t be because of this.” Hollie held up the glass in her right hand. The empty glass. “Besides, would I do such a thing?”
“Hell yes, you would. Brat.” Charli grinned and pushed at Hollie’s shoulder. The other woman wore a hot-pink nightshirt that skimmed her thighs and read: Librarians do it between the covers.
“Can you blame me? This is some juicy shit.” Hollie flipped down the lid of the toilet and plunked herself on the seat, then waved for them to continue. “As you were. Don’t mind me.”
Paige bit her lip. “She’s his sister.”
“For the purposes of this discussion, pretend I’m not if it means I can listen to the hot threesome-action story.” Hollie scrunched up her nose. “Feel free to skip over the parts involving Colt and his…unit. When it comes to that bar of man chocolate, Drake, however, please do not skimp on the details. Any of them. Length, girth, thrusting power—”
