“Me too,” I said. I couldn’t imagine life without her.
“I’m glad Elijah is trying to patch up his relationship with his dad,” Violet said softly. “It’s too bad it took a cancer diagnosis to get them there.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Men can be stubborn mules sometimes.”
“You ladies have fun with that,” Vi said, leaning into April.
“Like you two won’t have issues,” Candace snorted, taking for granted everything would work out for our friends. “Better hope your periods sync up, or you’ll only have two weeks out of the month for sexy times.”
“Does that happen?” Vanessa asked. “Some women swear by it.”
“I couldn’t tell you,” April said. “The only woman I’ve lived with is my mother, and she had a hysterectomy at thirty-two which was many years before I started having periods.”
“Report back to us,” Candace said.
“None of you are driving away from here after two and a half glasses of wine. You all look like you’re about to topple over,” April said.
“I’ll call Elijah,” I said.
My knight in shining armor showed up fifteen minutes later. “Hello, ladies,” he said. I nearly came from just hearing his voice. Candace sighed, and Vanessa giggled. His eyes landed on April and Violet then returned to meet my gaze where I waggled my eyebrows as if to say, “It’s about damn time.”
“Let’s all pile into Maegan’s SUV, and I’ll escort you home.” He looked at April and asked, “Mind if I leave my truck parked out front? We can pick it up in the morning before work.”
“That’s fine by me,” April said. “You all have a good night.” Neither she nor Vi budged from the couch to walk us out.
“Hey, how are we getting our cars back?” Vanessa said.
“I’ll come pick you gals up after I drop Elijah off to get his truck.”
“That works,” Vanessa said. “Make it early enough for us to see if Violet’s car is also still in the driveway.”
Once Elijah and I were finally alone, I confessed that I’d talked to my friends about his family. “I feel like I’ve betrayed you or something.”
“It’s perfectly normal that you told your closest friends. I know they only want the best for us, and I’m okay with it. I don’t want to see it show up in that tacky gossip column in the Blissville Daily News, but I trust your friends.” He paused for a second before continuing. “I’m curious what you discussed, but I’m okay not knowing.”
“We’ve decided to ask Chaz to kill a Brandy-inspired character in a book.”
Elijah snorted. “Is that a real thing?”
“It could be. Chaz once said he’s always looking for a victim or villain. Your ex-wife is the vilest villain I’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing about.”
“I love so many things about you, Maegan, but I think your loyal heart takes the cake,” Elijah said when he pulled up to our house.
“Elijah, I’m so happy you love my loyal heart, but right now I want you to love my horny body.”
“Your wish is my command, Freckles.”
“GOD, YOUR SKIN IS SOsoft,” I whispered against the swells of her breasts popping up over the lacy cup of her bra. “You smell delicious too.” I dipped my tongue beneath the lace and licked a path across her tits.
Maegan stretched in the center of our bed, arching her back and thrusting her breasts up higher. She didn’t have a shy bone in her body when it came to her sexual needs, and I fucking loved it so much.
“Then eat me,” she purred, slipping her hand down her stomach and beneath her underwear. I saw her fingers slide further under the lacy fabric until they dipped over the curve of her mound, inching ever so slowly toward her slick, smooth entrance. Maegan parted her thighs ever-so-slightly, and I watched her middle finger dip inside her pussy. My wildcat gasped in delight then clinched her thighs to keep her hand in place while rocking her hips to attain friction against her clit.
“Mine,” I growled.
Maegan unclenched her thighs and removed her hand from her panties then held that middle finger up in front of her. She wasn’t giving me a crude gesture; she was presenting her taste to me, and I engulfed the entire length of her finger inside my mouth. I sucked and licked her finger clean then let it slide from my lips.
“Tastes delicious too,” I said, reaching for her panties. I’d learned to tame myself enough that I wasn’t ripping them and leaving scraps of satin and lace in my wake. Tossing the scrap of lace over my shoulder, I positioned myself on my stomach between her parted things, drinking in the sight of her smooth, creamy skin.
