“Two for you, and two for me.”
When I tip back the first shot and let it slide down, I don’t get the usual burn that makes me grimace. Not super strong, so I’ll probably need another thirty before the end of the night, but it’s sweet.
“So what happened? You were looking all hot and bothered, then Knox nearly fucked you in the middle of the floor, then tore across the room with you trailing. I imagine you were having sex when Emmett walked in. Knox was out a few minutes later, looking lighter in his step, and then you were in there for a while with Emmett.”
“Were you stalking the door or something?”
“God, no. Well, maybe. Fuck. I was dancing my little heart away and then Jax came over with his super broody self and was telling me to keep an eye on you… like duh. And I was about to head upstairs and talk to Low, but then I was like, oh no… Ev will be out soon… and then I kept saying it and kept saying it… seriously, what happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Listen here sassafras. Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining. Something happened and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”
A smile quirks on my lips. She hasn’t said that stupid ass saying in years.
“There’s a smile. You know I’m a dog with a bone and we don’t keep things from each other. I will find out.”
“I queefed all over Emmett’s cock.”
Lizzy slumps to the table like a limp noodle in an overly dramatic fashion. “That’s what has you all worked up? Jesus fuck.” She hands me my other shot and hers. “Here. I thought it was something serious.”
“It is. I’ve never done that before.”
“Are you serious?” Her face falls in shock.
“Yes. I’m being serious. You have?”
“A lot of times during yoga. My pussy sucks air in downward dog like my lungs suck air after running a marathon.”
“Liz, stop.”
“I’m not lying. The first time it happened, I was embarrassed, but a few other women did it. Now, I’m not ashamed to say that I rather enjoy it. It feels freeing, liberating.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“I shit you not. A little pussy flutter is like its way of saying,” her voice notches up an octave or two, “thanks for working me out today. I really enjoyed seeing the sun instead of the dirt.”
I wipe my hands over my face. “You’re not serious.”
“What about my face says I’m kidding? I’d invite you to my yoga class, but I’m pretty sure your guys keep you more stretched out than my class would.”
“Liz, it was all over his cock, and sooo long and loud.”
“I say better to queef on a cock than on their tongue.”
“Is that what you say?” I laugh.
Admittedly, she’s helping. Like she always does. I don’t know how much of her story is true, but it doesn’t matter at this point. I’ve mostly moved on from it. I just won’t be able to have sex with Emmett ever again.
Ok. Like tonight. Who am I kidding? I’m pretty sure I couldn’t say goodbye to his cock if my life depended on it. Boy knows how to work it and his Jacob’s Ladder.
“So?” She clasps her hands together.
“Have you talked to Low? How is she doing?”
“She’s good. Excited for the opportunity to manage, but a little nervous about running this place on her own. She’ll have tomorrow and Sunday and then Thursday, Friday of next week. Four days. She said Emmett and the guys have been super helpful, walking her through everything she needs to know and do and says they’re only a phone call away.”
“I think Callum is actually going to stay here tomorrow, then fly down Sunday. He doesn’t want to overload her.”
