The girls reached the property first. They heard my screams—which they realized afterwards was me orgasming loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear—and followed the sound until they found us in the backyard. Thinking that Hunter was my kidnapper and attacking me, Anna smacked her sturdy rhinestone bag across his face, causing him to fall on top of me from the unforeseen swat.
Then Layla proceeded to actually tase him.
It was only when they rolled over his big, heaving body with kicks and feeble punches that they realizedwhoit was andwhatwas happening between us.
They’d interrupted my most romantic date, saw me in my birthday suit, and nearly knocked out Hunter cold. Their regret was palpable, but the damage was already done. I’d put my clothes back on quickly and shoved Hunter’s limbs into his dress shirt, right as the others reached the premises.
Under different circumstances, I’d find the entire thing comedic.
Safe to say, my post-orgasm happiness had exploded to smithereens, replaced by shame and anxiety.
Clearly, my parents hadn’t alerted Oscar that I was with Hunter. Otherwise, we may have been able to avoid this whole situation.
“Josh, it’s okay, they were just looking out for Gabby,” Hunter spoke in a gravelly voice, coming to the defence of his so-called assailants. “I’m fine.”
“Do you think you’ll be fine for the next game?” Sam countered.
Layla and Anna shrank when Josh stared at them pointedly. Hunter was the university’s star quarterback and a vital part of the team. The Panthers were on the brink of a championship and tonight could have jeopardized the entire thing.
My shoulders sagged, understanding both sides.
My best friends truly were the most loyal and ride-or-die girls, and I really did love them. No matter what, they’d always have my back. But I also sympathized with the boys’ situation. They’d been running on a high this season. They couldn’t afford to lose Hunter right now.
“Yeah.” Hunter grunted a little when he straightened his posture, his muscles probably still feeling the effects of the tasing. “I just need a good night’s rest and I’ll be back in top shape by tomorrow.”
“I’m still having a doctor come look at you,” Josh said. “That’s not even up for debate.”
Hunter sighed. It was futile going against Josh’s wishes.
“We’re really so, so, so sorry, Hunter,” Anna said despondently and Layla nodded, chiming in, “If we’d known it was you with Gabby, we wouldn’t have acted the way we did. Will you please forgive us?”
“I also should have alerted our friends or texted you both that I was leaving the bar with Hunter,” I admitted. “I’m sorry again, girls.”
I’d already apologized a multitude of times on our way into Hunter’s home, but I felt like I needed to say it again.
“No harm, no foul.” Hunter waved off Anna and Layla. “Don’t worry about it anymore. Please.”
Then he smiled at me in that sweet manner of his and I smiled back, wanting to kiss him badly but knowing we had an audience that would shower us with a million questions about our relationship status.
To be honest, we hadn’t discussed where tonight left us and I was afraid to even ask Hunter. I’d planned to, after I gave him an orgasm, but that obviously got cut short. Were we still friends—but now with benefits? I was a mix of nerves.
“See, Josh? Hunter forgives us.” Layla wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s waist. “Now will you forgive us too?”
Josh ran a hand down her back and cupped her hip possessively over the fabric of her maxi dress. “You tased my best friend,mochroí.”
“It was an accident. Plus, who gave me the taser to begin with?”
Josh did, for protective reasons. He was a mob prince and Layla was his girl. He had to ensure her safety first and foremost. The glove compartment of Layla’s car was stacked with all sorts of weapons like pepper spray, knife, gun, and of course, the taser she used on Hunter.
“Touché.” Josh’s stern exterior melted when she peered up at him through her lashes, giving him that soft look that he could never resist. “Fine. You’re both forgiven.”
Layla pressed a kiss to Josh’s clean-shaven jaw.
“Now that that’s resolved, who wants a drink?” Sam asked, rummaging through the liquor cabinet and pulling out an unopened bottle of Irish whiskey and spiced rum.
We all agreed in unison. Not to be dramatic, but I needed an entire bottle to myself to drown out my woes.
I kept tending to Hunter as the others busied themselves with searching for glasses and chasers, their backs to us.
