“He doesn’t remember? Was his dick not inside of you?”
“Oh, yeah. I wasn’t drunk enough to forget that part. That man is hung like a freaking Mack truck.”
That doesn’t even make sense, I think, before I slap my hands over my ears. “No details! I don’t need to know that!”
Meredith dissolves into a fit of hyena laughter and pulls my hands away from my ears.
“So how could he not remember?” I ask her, ready to cover my ears once again if she goes off topic.
“He was so wasted that night, I don’t think he would have been able to recite the alphabet.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Hell no. I’ll gladly do that walk of shame again if given the chance. Drunk Trevor is a demon in the sack. I would love to see what sober Trevor can do.”
“Have you tried to talk to him about it?”
“Nope.”
“Do you want to?”
“Double nope. If you haven’t noticed, Trevor has a crush on you, little Wildcat.”
“Oh, please.”
“Oh yes, he does. I don’t mind. I can do hot party hookups with him. I’m relationship-phobic anyway, so wham-bams are a good thing for me. Keeps me limber and well-oiled.”
“You are so crazy,” I tell her.
“But you love me anyway, right?”
“Absolutely. So you forgive me?”
“Elizabeth, you are too nice for me not to keep you. Next time, though, don’t make me wait three days to find out how you are.”
“I can do that.”
“I still can’t believe I got boned by Trevor Montgomery. Or that Fallon is his brother. Do you know how rich that family is?” I shake my head no. “It would be super nice if you could get your memory back so you could tell me how you know Fallon. I bet there are some juicy stories there, because you saw how all up in Trevor’s grill he was about you.”
“Sorry to disappoint.” I laugh.
“Remember when I accused you of having a magic pussy? I’ve changed my mind. Not only is your pussy magical, it’s also paved in gold, filled with buried treasure, and sprouting a leprechaun-riding rainbow.”
I laugh so hard I’m in danger of peeing in my pants. “I don’t think it could fit all that, but okay.”
Meredith holds out her right hand to my face. “Let me count on one hand. There’s Ryder.” She bends her pinky down. “Then Jayson.” She bends her ring finger down. “Then Fallon.” She folds her thumb in. “And finally, Trevor.” She curls her index finger until all that’s left is her middle finger giving me the bird.
“Fuck you?” I say, confused.
“No, that’s what they all want to do to you,” she sing-songs and I slap her hand down.
I hear the doorbell ring and Elijah yells, “Pizza.” I pull Meredith up. “Come on. Let’s go eat and watch a really crappy movie that makes no sense.”
When we enter the living room, Meredith whispers to me, “Hell yeah. Hunk heaven, girl. Look at all that muscle and yumminess. Yay us.”
All the guys are lounging and sitting around in various places in the living room, pizza boxes already scattered across the floor and coffee table. And Meredith is right. We are surrounded by five totally hot, gorgeous guys. I find my guy on the couch and the heated look he sends my way makes my heart palpitate and my thighs clench.
“What’s up, Wildcat?” Trevor says from the armchair, a slice of meat-lover’s pizza in his hand.
