“Well, why the hell not?” she exclaims. “Girl, jump on that dick quick. The stories I’ve heard?—”
“Shut up, Mer.”
I’m saved from the rest of what I know would have been a highly inappropriate tirade when the back door opens. The guys come out carrying what looks like cocktails in each hand and set them on the small patio table.
Bryce takes a rocker next to Meredith. Fallon, however, lifts me up and sits himself down in my seat, settling me on his lap sideways so my legs dangle over the rocker arm. He leans over and picks up one of the cocktails and holds it in front of me.
“Something I learned to make in Australia. It’s called an Aussie Beach Blond. Orange juice, Bacardi rum, orange liqueur, passion fruit, and lime juice.”
That sounds delicious. “How on earth did you make this?” The only alcohol I keep on hand is beer, and passion fruit is not something I buy at the grocery store.
“A little something extra I packed into the picnic basket.”
I take the glass from him and take a sip. Meredith has already chugged hers down like water.
“So, Fallon, long time, no see. How are you?” she asks him in a singsong voice.
“Good.”
I know that look on her face. It spells trouble. It’s the look she gets when she’s about to say something that will embarrass the shit out of me.
I shush her. “No.”
Her doe-brown eyes widen with mock shock. “What? I was just going to say?—”
“You finish that sentence, Mer, and I will dump my drink on you.”
“But—”
“No.”
My drink spills everywhere when she reaches over and pokes me in my side. I throw an orange slice at her. She retaliates by throwing it back at me.
“Are they always like this?” Fallon asks Bryce.
“Wait until they’ve had a few beers. That’s when it really gets interesting.”
Meredith directs her outrage at her husband. “You swore yourself to secrecy, Bryce Campbell! No tattling on your wife and her best friend.”
Wriggling, I readjust myself in Fallon’s lap, the wet material of my T-shirt sticking uncomfortably to my skin.
Fallon bends to my ear and whispers, “Elizabeth.”
“What?”
“Keep still.”
Pure lust jolts me when I feel the hard length of him against my ass. Not able to control myself, I rotate my hips ever so slowly—then yelp when he abruptly stands up and hefts me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” I try to say, but I’m laughing too hard.
“Show yourselves out,” he tells Meredith and Bryce and carries me into the house.
Meredith pops off the rocker and follows us. “I’ve got to see this.”
But Fallon kicks the door closed and quickly locks it before setting me down on the counter island. His hands mold to my thighs, spreading them wide, and I hook them around his waist as he settles his large body between them.
“Hi.” I giggle up at him.
