"We don't have normal stories," Tiel replied. She elbowed Andy. "Tell them about theshower."
"I had a legitimate fight with Patrick about shower sex last weekend,"Andysaid.
"Like, legit how?" Laurenasked.
Andy held up her hands, gesturing toward her aggressively curly hair. "He thinks it's glorious and I think it's a pain in the ass because I don't wash my hair every day," she said. "I have a system, and it fucks up the system. So, we tried it where I leaned away from the water and out of the shower a bit, but I lost my balance and smacked my head against the wall. I wassoirritable about the whole thing. I told him he was being selfish, and he pouted over that foranhour."
"Once upon a time, I got a black eye from shower sex," Erin said, but quickly shook her head as if remembering her vow to keep the conversation clean. "No, forget that. We're not comparing our weird sex stories tonight." She turned to me. "I'm sorryaboutthis."
"You've already seen my weird sex story.Allof you," I said, fighting a grin. "But I also removed forty-seven goldfish from a guy's stomach today. That was prettyweird,too."
Once again, all conversation stopped and the women turned curious stares in my direction. After a long moment of brow furrowing and lopsided frowning, Shannon said, "We're keeping you. Regardless of whether everything works out with Riley, you belongwithus."
* * *
It was latewhen Riley knocked on my door. He'd been beating himself up about that text message for hours, and it didn't seem to matter that I wasn't freaking out over the incident. Sure, it wasn't how I'd intended to introduce myself to his entire family or that I'd desperately hoped to keep our bedroom activities private, but they didn't seem to take any of it tooseriously.
And we had bigger issues at hand. The matter of theI love youhe dropped into a text cametomind.
I took him by the hand and led him straight to the bedroom. He undressed down to his boxers and curled his big body around mine, but didn'tspeak.
"Your sisters and sisters-in-law," I started after a long silence, "they're all so nice. They invited me to join them forbrunch."
He shook his head against my back. "Don't let them fool you," he said. "They're little devil women. They do yoga and eat berries and cast crazy spells on theirhusbands."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, my body shaking withlaughter.
"It's too late. They've already gotten to you," he said, sliding one hand under my shirt and the other into my panties. "They must've poisoned you with that potion oftheirs."
His fingers were working my clit and nipple simultaneously, and I was certain an electric current connected the two because I was careening toward a hard, fast orgasm. "You mean themargaritas?"
"Yes, that's the one," he replied, kissing my neck. "Verydangerous."
"Are you drunk?" I asked, wiggling my ass against hiserection.
"No, not at all," he replied softly. "What else didtheysay?"
"They mentioned you've walked in on all of them having sex,"Isaid.
Riley blew out an enormous breath, as if his entire existence was deflating. "That is true," he said. "Unfortunate and psychologically devastating, but true." He hooked a thumb around my waistband and pulled my panties down. "Not that I've ever gone looking, mind you. These people have sex all over the damnplace."
I slipped out of my t-shirt and tossed it to the floor. "They seemed to take the photo in stride," I said. "In fact, they offered up their own awkward and painfulstories."
"I don't want to hear those,"Rileysaid.
He levered up to kick his boxers off, and I reached for his cock the minute it was free. "I want you on top of me," I said, dragging my fist down his length. "I love the way you holdmedown."
"That's the least I can I do," he murmured, climbing over me. "I love how you feelunderneathme."
Kneeling between my legs with his erection jutting out from his body, he gazed at me, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but couldn't get thewordsout.
Ah, thereitis.
I sensed it all around us. TheI love you. It was a living, breathing creature, doubling in size the longer weignoredit.
"No photos," Riley said, tapping the head of his cock againstmyclit.
"Not tonight," I agreed. I hooked my legs around his waist, urging him forward. He followed, filling me in one slow thrust. "But some othernight."
