“So they can just bang it out,” Blakely said, her cheeks turning bright pink as she continued. “Hashtag ‘bang it out with big boy Huxley.’”
“You don’t think this is a bad idea?” I asked Montana, surprised that she was on board with it.
“I actually think it’s a great idea. For both of you. And you’re moving out soon and back into your house, so things will go back to normal. And who knows, you might hate it.”
I thought it over. “You’re right. And for all I know, Charles could be a big dud in the sack.”
“Well, he wasn’t a dud when you humped him like a dog in heat a few weeks ago.” Blakely reached for her coffee, and I chuckled.
“Correct. But in truth, he was just sort of standing there like a tree. I did all the humping.” I shrugged.
“You said he was an amazing kisser,” Montana reminded me.
“That’s true, but you can be a fabulous kisser and a lazy lover. And how the hell am I going to get him on board? He thinks us taking this any further is a terrible idea.”
“What if you approach it like a business deal,” Blakely said. “You know, you just lay out the facts. Remind him that you’re both attracted to one another. You’re both a little, er, frustrated. And you could have a ‘bang it out’ moment and call it done. Never speak of it again.”
“Hmm ...” I tapped my finger against my lips. “It would have to be during the day, when Harper is at school. I mean, we can’t be acting like feral animals with her in the house.”
“No way. I wouldn’t even expose Porky to that kind of passion,” Montana said with a laugh.
“The last thing I want is to jump Charlie’s bones with your freaky rodent watching. But I need a plan if I want this to happen. I’ll have to tease him a little and feel him out before I just ask if he’s game. Making him jealous would probably do the trick, because he looked wounded that night he saw me out with Brayden. So if he got jealous, it might cause him to be the one to suggest the ‘bang it out’ idea.” I pulled out my phone as my fingers hovered over the keyboard.
Me: Let Harper know I will be over tonight to go over the party details.
Charles: Yes. We already discussed this.
The girls hovered over my shoulder, reading the texts along with me.
Me: Well, you’re a little older than me, so I wasn’t sure if you remembered. I’ve got a busy night.
Charles: We’re available. Come over anytime.
“Damn this man. He didn’t take the bait,” I grumped.
“Well, it wasn’t super clear,” Blakely said just as the phone vibrated again, and we all turned our attention back to my phone screen.
Charles: You got a hot date tonight?
I rubbed my hands together mischievously before typing my response.
Me: Would it bother you if I did?
Charles: Nope. And your oven is fixed if you want to have someone over for dinner.
Me: Great. I’ll have to invite him over to the house then seeing as it doesn’t bother you at all.
Charles: I don’t have a problem, but it seems like you do. I think you’re having a hard time shaking that kiss.
Me: Don’t flatter yourself. You’re the one who can’t stop taking cold showers.
Charles: I’m fine. But if you’re struggling, I’d be happy to help.
Me: Hardly. I’m the one who has a date.
“Damn you, Charles. You’re not going to make this easy on me,” I hissed.
“Who are you going to invite to the house?” Blakely gaped at me.
