“Oh God! Emma! Please stop talking,” Cece groans from beside me with her eyes closed.
“Oh, shush. You think I’ve never done it thinking about Silas?” I roll my eyes at her even though she can’t see me.
Her eyes whip open as she glares at me. “What?!”
I wave her off. “Relax. It was before you met him. It started off with Clay, but then I found out who he was married to, and you know how obsessed I was with Morgan. So I kind of felt guilty about getting off on her husband. That’s when I switched to Silas.” I chuckle and shake my head. “But then you actually met him, and it just felt weird because you’re my best friend and you were so in love with him. That’s when I started masturbating to pictures of Grey all sweaty after his games.” My eyes go wide when I realize what I’ve just admitted.
Ronnie explodes beside me, slapping her thigh as she bellows with laughter. “This is the best conversation I’ve ever had.”
“Wait, so you used to touch yourself thinking about your current boyfriend? Like, before you met him in person?” Morgan asks, intrigued.
“Well… not exactly. It started after I met him at your Halloween party. He seemed like kind of an ass, a hot one, so that was good enough for me. Then he’d always roll his eyes at me or grunt when I’d talk.” I giggle, remembering it clearly. “We’d never actually talked much to each other, but I could always tell I was getting on his nerves, and then I’d get home pissed because I didn’t know what his problem was. And next thing I knew, my hands were down my pants, and I was moaning his name.” I’ve never admitted that to anyone, not even Grey.
“Em, please stop talking. I can’t hear another word about my brother that way.” Aubrey shivers with a disgusted look on her face.
“I think it’s time we cut off your wine.” Cece grabs my glass from my hand and sets it on the table.
“Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” I protest.
“Yes, you were,” she tells me.
“Well, since we’re all sharing secrets. I had a wet dream last night about Gabe and Noah. But if you guys ever speak a word about it to them, I’ll kill you. I’m not afraid to go to jail.” Ronnie points at us with a stern expression.
“Well, shit! Here I thought making it to the cup was the highlight of my week. Turns out my little Vixen does want me after all.”
We all turn our heads quickly, looking behind the couch to find all the men standing there looking amused.Oh God! How long have they been there?Gabe smiles way too cheerfully at Ronnie while Noah winks with a smirk.Yeah, she’s fucked now. They will never let that go. Wait until she shows up at their house…
She turns back in her spot, banging her head against the back cushion with a groan. “Ugh! I never should have opened my mouth. Stupid wine.”
When I look at the rest of them, Clay holds a frown, Silas looks uncomfortable, and I have no idea what to make of Greyson’s expression. He looks equal parts mad, horny, and amused. It’s really confusing. But when I put all three of their faces together, I know they’ve been there for a while and most likely heard every word I said.Kill. Me. Now.
“Hey… We didn’t hear you guys get in. How was the flight? Amazing game last night, guys. Congrats!” I say, trying to divert the situation.
“Bunny,” Greyson growls in that dominating warning tone he uses when I’m not listening or annoying him. This time it’s telling me that I’m already in trouble and to stop talking.
“Yup, got it. Shutting up now.” I lower slightly into my seat but keep my eyes on them.
“Where are the kids?” Silas asks, looking around.
“Oh, they’re with Sam down the hall,” Cecilia says with a beaming smile, knowing how much Sam irritates Silas. He still hasn’t figured out he’s gay.
Silas growls and narrows his eyes at his wife. “We’re going to talk about this when we get home, Minnie.”
“Okay, can we back up a sec and concentrate on what’s really important here?” Clay speaks up. “What the hell is going on? Why are you all in wedding dresses, day drinking?”
The girls and I all look at each other, not wanting to bring up the topic we know will dim the mood. “We were having a bad day, so we ended up going shopping,” I say with a shrug like it’s no big deal.
Morgan sighs from her end of the couch. “No, I was having a bad day. The girls were just trying to cheer me up.”
Clay visibly softens at his wife’s comment. “The doctor?” he asks softly, probably knowing she was waiting for the call.
She shakes her head, answering his unspoken question about the results as tears rise in her eyes and she looks down.
Clay looks both devastated and like he’s ready to kill someone. He passes his hands through his hair as he shouts, “Fuck! God damn it!”
He then places his hands on his hips and closes his eyes, nostrils flaring as he tries to calm himself down. Suddenly his head whips up, eyes vibrant with fire and determination. He marches over to us, rounds the couch, and bends at the waist, picking Morgan up into his arms, bridal style.
She giggles softly. “Clay, what are you doing?”
