“I’m not exactly sure about that.”
“It is,” Briar confirms. “I swear it’s like they have magic dicks. I don’t know what it is.”
“I think you guys have had too much to drink.”
“Nope, just dreaming of magic peens.”
We’re each separated into couples and taken to massage rooms, and after that, we get our nails done.
The girls keep grilling me about the boys, and I keep trying—and failing—to say it was only average.
That I’m not still thinking about it.
That I could get used to that being the rest of my life.
I don’t say any of that, but it’s the only thing I’m thinking.
CHAPTER 38
COOPER
Iknew that sending Amara to the spa was going to result in her coming back in a better mood. She’s always happier after she’s been with her friends.
What I wasn’t expecting, however, was my brain zeroing in on her fresh, light pink nails.
“What’s your problem?” she chuckles nervously as she sets her purse down, greeting Fluffernutter.
I’ve been on the couch watching reruns of the same game shows I’ve been watching for five hundred years. Getting up, I stalk over to her, watching as realization hits her.
I cage her against the counter, watching her breathing grow shallow.
“How was the spa?” I ask, kissing her neck.
“What are you doing?” she mutters breathlessly.
“Just asking how my wife did at the spa, that’s all.” I nibble at her ear.
She pulls back, looking me in the eye. “This feels planned.”
I salute her. “It wasn’t. Scout’s honor.”
“Then what’s got you all hot and bothered?”
“Do you want the honest answer?” I ask.
“Always.”
“I saw your nails and immediately thought of how pretty they’d look wrapped around my cock.”
I watch her resolve crumble in an instant, blush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks.
“Be a good boy and go sit down.”
There is noplease,and there doesn’t have to be.
Amara can boss me around anytime, anywhere.
Following orders, I sit on the couch, watching as she goes to the bar, making her cherry old fashions. She hands one to me before turning off the light and taking a seat next to me.
