“So, let me get this straight,” Dana started. Knowing this wasn’t going to be a quick conversation, I flagged down the waiter and ordered another round of coffees. We were going to need it. “‘Creepy Corey’, as he’s now been named, showed up on the bus and took Trish’s spot. Then Luca randomly appears at the carnival bringing you coffee and looking all sorts of sexy. Corey tries some bullshit, and you, Miss polite McCoy, proceed to put Creepy in his place?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“What did I miss?”
“Um…”
“Nah uh. Out with it. We’re here for the juicy details not just the PG rated ones,” Jax confirmed, tucking his chair in farther under the table and propping his elbows on the table. He looked like a five-year-old waiting on his bedtime story.
With the butterflies in my stomach beginning to take flight as I recalled the way Luca had looked all sexy and confident, I couldn’t help the blush creeping up my neck and staining my cheeks.
“Oh my god! This is gonna be so good. She’s blushing,” Dana exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly.
Behind her, the ladies at the table turned and looked in my direction. Obviously they’d overheard some of our conversation and were now so deeply invested they were waiting for the next instalment.
“You should’ve seen him with the kids. He was so good with them. Patient. Kind. He knelt down to their height. He showed them some tricks he could do, but then he stayed there and taught them how to do them too. He was just so…so…”
“Perfect?” Dana offered.
“Dreamy?” Jax tossed out.
“Yeah. I mean the coffee and the kiss he delivered were amazing, but the way he was with those kids…”
“Made your ovaries explode?”
“So hard,” I admitted. There was no point denying it. I was one hundred percent completely and utterly infatuated with Luca Conti. It was terrifying and invigorating all at the same time. He was everything I could possibly ever want all wrapped up in packaging which had my knees knocking and left my panties drenched.
“He invited me to come over that night,” I admitted, dropping my voice to a whisper.
“Well of course he did,” Dana declared like it was a given.
Jax, on the other hand, had never been afraid of dishing out some tough love. “If you didn’t get your bony arse over there and ride him like the cowgirl I know you are, then I’m disowning you.”
“Jax!”
“What? If you won’t then I sure as shit will,” Jax stated so matter-of-factly, the water I’d been sipping came out my nose.
“Would you keep your voice down?” I hissed.
“What? Why should you care if everyone knows you’re getting it good and hard from Luca-Anaconda-Conti?”
“What the fuck? Really? Luca-Anaconda-Conti? Did you just make that up?” I asked, trying to remember why I was still friends with Jax.
“Honey, I’ve seen those photos of him in grey sweatpants. That man is packing some serious artillery in his boxers. The only question is, does he know what to do with it?”
“He’s fine,” I answered through gritted teeth.
“Fine? Fine? Fuck me. Fine is not good, Elise. I want to know that he can work that thing like it’s a magical disco stick that leaves you seeing stars. Each. And. Every. Single. Time.”
“Jax! We’re in public!” I reminded him. Sometimes I think he forgot where he was. Especially when he had dick on his mind, which, admittedly, was pretty much all the time.
“Who gives a flying fuck? I’m sure Karen over there sipping her decaf soy latte and eating her egg-white-only omelette is dying to know if Luca’s trouser snake can make you scream. And more importantly, cream?”
There was only one way I was getting out of this conversation. As much as I didn’t want to, it was my only choice. “Fine. You wanna know if Luca’s carting around an anaconda or a cocktail frankfurter in his trunks? Fine. He’s hung. He knows exactly what to do with that monster and what’s even better; he’s a triple threat. Talented tongue, fingers and cock. He has me begging and screaming his name each and every time. He’s long, fat and delicious,” I declared, smacking my lips, hoping to end this.
“Well fuck me,” Jax huffed, flopping back in his seat.
“No thanks, you’re not my type,” Dana added, clapping him on his back. “Right, what happened when you went over there?”
