“No, I figured he was a big fan of keeping secrets.”
“You’re so petty,” Elle said, snickering at my stubborn streak. “Clint hasn’t mentioned anything about Boone. So, either he was just shooting the shit with you or changed his mind.”
“Nova doesn’t need a man.”
“No one does.”
“You sure act like you’re hungry for my attention.”
“I don’t need it,” she insisted while giving my nipple a quick pinch. “I just want it.”
“You’re coming on too strong,” I taunted when she kept fondling me.
Elle offered me a devious grin. “Do you like any of the names on my belly?”
Once she stood, I used my phone’s light to read the names written down. “Who the fuck suggested Nutella?”
Elle laughed. “Probably Rowdy. He was talking about how I should name the baby after myself.”
Shaking my head, I frowned. “Someone wrote ‘Bodelle.’ Why do they want you to name my kid after you?”
“What are the other names?”
“There’s Dracula. Pennywise. Jason. Keyser Soze. Brayden. Noah. Chucky.”
“I don’t want any of those. Well, maybe, Pennywise, but that sounds too feminine.”
Rolling my eyes, I kissed her belly. “You should cover up.”
“No one wants to bang my preggo ass when there are plenty of hot foxes in the mix.”
“That might be logically true. But you make my dick hard, so I assume you do the same thing to all men. Now, hide your body.”
“I can’t, or the names might smear,” Elle said and ignored my bossiness. “Uh-oh.”
I followed her gaze to the house where Jagger and Tricky strolled past Ojai and Sugar. They walked onto the porch to talk to Cher, who currently sat with the Tooker sisters, Jas and Dalisay.
“If he starts trouble, run away and keep my boy safe,” I told Elle, who instantly shook her head.
“If Tricky messes with you, I’m removing his left nut.”
“Elle, I’m serious.”
“I am, too. Why shouldn’t I protect my baby daddy?”
“What about Sutter’s dad?”
“If I knew who he was and he gave me plentiful orgasms, I would be protective of him, too.”
“Ah, so when I stop satisfying you sexually, you plan to let Tricky jump me?”
“Don’t be silly. I would still give you credit for the orgasms you’ve already provided. Besides, we both know you’d wreck Tricky in a fight. That’s why he started shit with Rowdy at the clubhouse that night. He was scared of facing off against you.”
Smirking, I nuzzled the top of her head. “There’s nothing hotter than when you kiss my ass.”
Elle laughed and danced around me before sitting down. “Okay, now I’m tired.”
I remained next to where she sat. Elle texted her friends who were mere feet away. They kept looking at her and laughing.
