“She calls him that because it winds him up, that’s all. She’s got this weird kink where she likes to make her man cranky,” Cammy said with a laugh. They were all so open and free with information like that. Surely kinks were something to keep quiet.
“I… I don’t really know what to say to that. We don’t do kinky things, or at least I don’t think they’re kinky. Oh god. What if they are, and I just don’t know that?” Silence fell after my badly chosen words, and I grimaced. “Sorry, my mouth works before my brain sometimes. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Jay shook her head. “It’s a fair point though. A kink for some people is just the norm for others.”
Sophie pinched her lips together, turning away from her, and she caught it, leaning forward with a frown.
“What?”
Sophie mimed zipping her lips, and Jay groaned. “Oh god, what? What has Grease been saying? We don’t do weird stuff, or… I mean, there was that one time…oh god!You know!”
Everyone else seemed to focus on her now, and she blushed. She actually blushed just like me, but then Grease had said she had a tendency to do that. It made me feel a little better to see it in action, to know I wasn’t the only one blushing here tonight.
“Oh god. Don’t ask me to say it. It’s… it’s private.”
The dark-haired scary woman, who seemed to be called ‘Tor’ leaned closer.
“Oh come on, you have to tell us now. This has to be good. It’s good, right?”
Jay shot me a panicked look, and I saw it for what it was. A cry for help.
“He likes going down on me,” I blurted, and all eyes turned to me. Oh god. Why did I say that?!
Ally sighed blissfully, nodding slowly. “My Reacher has quite the tongue, I have to admit.”
Sophie practically shivered in her seat as she spoke. “Yeah, Micro loves doing that too. He’s really… uh… anyway…”
We were literally having a sex talk. I’d gone from being a pathetic virgin to having sex conversations with other women, where I could actually contribute, because I’d had sex.
“He’s my first!” I blurted next and gasped, covering my face as I felt it burn hot with embarrassment. Why did I just tell them that?! Why did I keep just coming out with stuff that I didn’t want others to know, and why weren’t they speaking? I peeked out from between my fingers, and they were all just watching me, soft smiles on their faces.
“I think that’s lovely,” Lissa said, nodding to the others, “finding the right man, and having all those first experiences with him… that’s what I wish I’d had with Ice. Nobody before him comes close to making me feel the way he does.”
The young blonde lifted a hand. “Has-Been is my only too. I get it, I do. If you need to talk about stuff, I’m probably going to have similar thoughts. Oh! We should all exchange numbers!”
“And add her to the old lady chat!” Ally added, and then phones were out, and numbers were being passed around, and I realised whether I was his old lady yet or not, I had a new family, and I was really starting to like them.
Chapter Thirty-Three
REACHER WAS A DECENT guy, kinda like a dad to the entire club, but I was struggling to concentrate on his words, while I worried about my lady. My old lady, or so I’d hoped. Had I just lost her before we even got there?
“Honestly, you’re as bad as every one of us when we found our old lady, Harley. We can talk about VP stuff another time, son. Go check on your love.”
Those words permeated, even though the others hadn’t, and I had no idea how that was possible, other than maybe he was giving me what I really wanted, and so I chose to hear him.
“Sorry, Reacher. I’m being disrespectful.”
He laughed. “Like that doesn’t happen to me every fucking day with this lot. Seriously, it’s all good. You’re putting her first, and that’s good. That’s what good men do.”
He waved me past him, taking the beer I hadn’t even opened, and setting it on the ground by him.
“Tell Ally her old man’s getting lonely while you’re in there.”
Old man? No way was I saying that. What the fuck. I shot him a frown, and kept moving, my legs carrying me to Caroline, even without conscious thought or effort.
As I tapped on the door to the building, which led to the lounge first, I held my breath, but I heard a voice call out.
“Come in, Harley.” How the fuck did they know it was me?
