“It’s not size, it’s what they do with it,” Jacob chipped it. “I’ve had many a night with a fella with a big dick only for him not to have a fucking clue how to use it to its best effect.”
“Max knows exactly what to do with it.” She looked at Claire with a little smirk. “I can give you details if you want. He can be very creative.”
Claire looked like she was about to throw up.
I saw Vanessa look evilly at Claire. “Jackson does this thing where…”
“No. I can’t even think about this!” Claire clapped her hands over her ears and started giggling. “Stop the pain!”
“Have an éclair.” Amelie thrust the cream cake at my sister. “It’ll do you good.”
There was a slight knock at the door, a timid knock. I was close enough to hear it, the rest of the party too busy giggling now about some horrendous incident involving Jacob and a sex toy disaster.
I opened it slightly, aware that certain people would be freaked if they saw the life size Max cut out. I had no idea what we were going to do with it after.
Owen peered round the door, totally ignoring my gestures to stay away.
“What the fuck is that?”
“I was trying to stop you from seeing it.” I pushed him back out of the room. “What’s the matter. This is a girls only thing.”
“Then why’s Jacob there?”
“He likes dick.”
He nodded. “Fair point. Did I really just see a life size cut out of Maxwell? Wearing tightie-whities?”
“You did. Shall I store it in our bedroom?”
“Not unless you want to pay for my therapy. The cakes have arrived. Do you want both cakes in here or would that be encouraging Claire to poison the one for us tonight?” He’d closed the door now, the laughter drowned out.
“I think they’d like to see them. Does Max know about his stag party?” I put my hand on Owen’s chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt.
The possibility of dragging him up to our room was definitely strong.
“He’s pretending not to. Seph mentioned something before poker, and because your brother has no volume control, Max overheard. Is Ava okay? I saw you scurry over to the store before and she looked upset.”
His arms were round me now and I used the moment to bury my face into his chest, inhaling his scent.
“Scurry makes us sound like rats.”
“Rats are very intelligent creatures.”
I looked up. “That is true and the best way to dig yourself out of that possible hole.”
“I’d rather dig myself in other holes.” His grin was sheer dirt. “Back to Ava. Is she okay?”
“She thinks her and Eli are on the rocks.”
Owen laughed, the last thing I expected him to do.
“Why’s that?”
I pinched him. “It isn’t funny. He’s gone to see his family and didn’t ask her. He isn’t getting here until Christmas Eve…”
“Let me interrupt you there, Sweetcheeks. He’s getting here tonight in time for Max’s stag and he’s planning on taking your sister out tomorrow for the day because in his words ‘he’s been neglecting the Princess’. When he said it, he was fairly drunk, so I think he was serious about the princess thing, rather than…”
“Summing her up for what she is.” Because Avawasthe family’s princess. “Is he worried about them?” Owen wasn’t a gossip, but he was a good friend. He and Eli had gotten along well since they first met. I teased him regularly about their bromance.
