Marx
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
OK, look, I know that when Chewy has an idea and the whole Girl Gang plays along that the likelihood of it being a good one is low. Iknowthis. But this? This I have no words for. Neither do my men judging by the silence behind me.
Chewy’s house smells like baby oil, there are half naked men with horror movie masks on and Sasha is face down on a table with a teeny towel covering his ass.
“Oh hey! We’re Galentine’s-ing,” Chewy says. She says the words with so much conviction in a way that makes me think I’ve had a stroke because none of that, or this makes sense to me.
“Oh Galentine’s, nice,” Rider huffs a laugh as he leans against the door jamb.
“You know what this, this,shitis?” Tank asks incredulously.
“Ah, yeah. It’s when the girls get together to celebrate their girlfriends,” Rider says like we’re dumb.
Rhodie makes a growling noise and the hooded man with his hands on Chewy holds them up in the air and takes two big steps back.
“You oily fuckers get out of here before we make you leave,” I murmur low and dangerously. But clearly not that dangerous because my Ol Lady, my sweet, precious Ol Lady just rolls her eyes and pats my chest.
“Babe, it’s OK. They’re just men Chewy paid to take care of us for the afternoon,” Lovely ends her sentence on a squeak when I start growling again.
“OnlyItake care of you.” Lovely’s big dark eyes soften as she leans against me and presses a kiss to the underside of my jaw, making me melt a little.
“Don’t worry, I’ll still pay you for the full six hours,” Chewy beams as she’s perched atop a massage table.
“Sixhours? What the fuck were they going to do forsix hours?” Tav asks, bewildered.
“Full body massage, facials - not that kind!” Nat quickly says as Savage moves to grab one of the men. “Pedis, manis, the works.”
Fox looks stunned as he turns to his man. “I don’t understand anything that is coming out of her mouth.”
“What the fuck happened to you?” Jules asks Sasha as he rolls from his front laying position to sit up, dried green shit on his face.
“I have enlarged pores.”
We all stare at the big, blonde scary fucker as the women all huff about how we’ve ruined their fun.
“Baby, how would you like it if you walked in on me and the boys getting massages from topless women, hm?” Rhodie asksChewy as his arms cage her into position on the table she’s sitting on.
“Are they properly trained masseuses or just club girls?”
“What’s the difference?”
“Proper training, Rhodie. Are these ladies there to help break down fascia tightness or just rub up on you?”
Rhodie runs a hand down his face and Mad Dog catches my eye as he tries not to laugh.
“No, don’t start using logic on me. Next you’ll tell me those men are all properly trained beauty therapists.”
“They are,” Chewy says with a frown. “How dare you suggest I use amateurs on my best friends. You should be ashamed.” Chewy crosses her arms over her chest with a huff, before playing the trump card I knew was coming. “Besides,Rhodes, I’m pregnant. I need to be pampered.”
Rhodie gives Chewy a bored look as the rest of the DRMC snicker. “Baby, you can’t use that as an excuse for everything. Besides, you hate strangers touching you.”
“That’s why I have this on.” Chewy grins proudly, indicating her Joker onesie.
Rhodie drops his head and I know it’s time for me to get my woman outta here. I have a lily-white ass to spank to bright red for letting another man touch her. Moving to toss her over my shoulder, I stop when Chewy lets out a loud as fuck whistle.
“Don’t caveman the women just yet! They need their gifts!”
