“Is that why you stayed with Scout, even though her ex had the bigger portfolio?”
I heavily edit my response and let the snarl on my face do most of the talking. “That’s not the only reason. She was unkind and manipulative, and I’d seen it early in their relationship.”
“And you never told her that?”
Again, gotta give the guy credit. Everybody’d known that Scout’s ex was bad news from the get, but not a whole lot of people said anything about it.
“Oh, he told me,” says Scout, entering with Evie of the purple hair. “And I told him to mind his own business, which he did.”
I give my friend a big hug and then turn to Evie with a flourish. “All’s well that ends well.”
She laughs and gives me a hug. When she pulls back, she looks at me funny.
“What?”
She leans in and stage-whispers, “You got laid.”
Scout’s eyes widen. “You got laid?”
Elijah laughs as Jake walks in the door, wearing all black, as usual. “Who got laid?”
Evie rubs my belly and announces, “Big guy here got laid. And hopefully it was better than your last go.”
Ah, Jesus. I love these people, but I’d forgotten how meddlesome they could be. It was mostly a good thing, but… oy. “I’d like to point out that I’ve neither confirmed nor denied getting laid, and the details of an event that may or may not have happened will not be discussed here.”
Jean-Pierre pulls Jake in for a soft kiss, then faces him forward and wraps a protective arm around his middle, then grips his shoulder with a soft, possessive hand. Grinning at me, he says, “Oh, that means you definitely got laid.”
“Who got laid?” Roly asks, bouncing in the door, looking freshly washed.Fucking Roly.Who invited him here?
* * *
Roly
I hadn’t planned on joining this meeting since Nick and Elijah would have it covered, but after this week’s crushing disappointment, I had to dosomething.
Elijah laughs and answers my question. “Heath did, and it was apparently better than the sex he’s been having.”
Heath’s face is fucking priceless, and he lets out the cutest little high-pitched squeal of protest.
“How nice for him. I thought I was about to get laid, too, but then was cruelly denied by a big ol’ bottom.”
I’m careful to avoid looking at Heath while I say this, because I’m not that big of a dick. Though… “Did you know that bears could be bottoms? I didn’t know that. It was shocking. They should be made to wear a T-shirt or something. ‘Hey, I’m a big, angry bear, but I only bottom.’”
I sneak a peek at Heath, and he’s grinding his jaw so hard I’m surprised that his teeth aren’t dust. Heh.
My buddy Evie decides to get in on the action. “You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, Roly,” she admonishes me. Turning to Heath, she asks, “I mean, I know that you mostly top, but surely you there are some bears who prefer to bottom.”
Wait,what? I look over at Heath, who avoids eye contact.
That two-faced, railroad-denyingasshole.
There is a not-small part of me that wants to cause a scene and have it out with him right now, but the mildly terrified expression on his face makes me reconsider, and I also don’t necessarily want our friend group to know that he rejected my advances.
After I’d given him what was probably the best blow job of his life.
Ass.Hole.
“Evie, I’m n-not as open about my sex life in mixed company as some of you are,” he says, stumbling over his words as he throws shade in my direction.
