“Are you sure you borrowed and not stole?” Lacey interrupts, pointing at the T-shirt I left in a pile.
“Do you want me to finish?” I ask her in a sassy tone, rolling my eyes. “As I was saying, I borrowed his clothes, and when Ijoined him back in the kitchen he had transformed the living room into the cutest little theatre. There was a bunch of pillows and blankets and a projector set up to watch Harry Potter on the ceiling. I fell asleep during the second movie and then I umm . . . I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, but we had no power so he came with me and when we got back into bed, well he ermmm . . .” I stutter trying to find the right words, taking another gulp of liquid courage.
“Gave you a life-changing orgasm?” Ellie asks, “I remember the first time I got naked with JJ, dear lord the orgasms that guy gave me. I thought they were life changing then, but believe it or not they just got better with time,” she adds on, clearly feeling the drinks Lacey has been feeding us.
“And enough!” Lacey almost screams. “I don’t need to hear about JJ,” she adds as she downs her drink, then refilling her glass as well as mine then Ellie’s.
“As Ellie said, he made me see stars. Seriously, the guy barely had to touch me and I was ready to explode. It took him a max of three minutes to get me over the edge,” I share. Clearly those drinks are hitting me hard, as I’m unable to filter my thoughts. “I wasn’t even naked and I’ve never come so hard in my life. And the second time . . . the second time was just—” taking a pause I get a visual of Ian on his knees in front of me in the shower . . .
“Please tell me the second time you at least got to see what he’s working with?” Lacey asks, taking me out of my daydream.
Nodding my head. “I did. In my thirty years, I never thought I’d say this, but his dick is gorgeous. Not that he let me touch it.”
Taking another drink, I’m about to continue, but I’m cut off by Ellie. “So you saw it, but you didn't get to touch it. Am I understanding correctly?” she asks with round eyes.
“Yeah, the next morning after coffee, and once the electricity turned back on, he made a joke about how I should join him in the shower. Thinking, ‘fuck it,’ I went and joined him and Iwas not disappointed. The guy is a work of art. I didn’t know the human body had so many muscles.” Taking another drink I curiously ask, “Seriously, are all hockey players like that?”
“I promise JJ is,” Ellie says giggling, clearly just as tipsy as I am.
“Anyway, I get in the shower with full intention of returning the favor, and he says ‘no, not until we go on a date,’ and then he drops to his knees . . .”
“You lucky bitch!” Lacey says, fanning her face with her hand. “Please tell me it was better than expected?”
“Best I’ve ever had. Honest.”
“Okay, so why are you feeling bad?” Lacey asks, “You should be basking in that big-dick energy.”
“Because I almost feel like I’m leading him on,” I say quietly, “He’s honestly such a sweet and caring guy but I don’t know if I’m interested in a relationship. Now or ever.”
“I get that,” Ellie says, placing a hand on my shoulder, “I was the same before meeting JJ. I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I know I’m pretty young to be saying this, but after my ex I didn’t want anything to do with another man or men in general. I ended up giving him a chance, even though I knew it wasn’t going to go anywhere, that he wasn’t going to fix everything my ex had done, and he didn’t. What he did do though, was give me the confidence and strength to find a new version of the girl I was before my ex. He helped me find beauty in the things my ex taught me were ugly. As I slowly fell in love with myself again, I fell in love with him. I can’t tell you what to do, but what I am going to tell you is don’t let past experiences or people from your past dictate your future. You might miss something or someone amazing.”
Chapter 22
The storm last week definitely was one of the worst ones the ranch has ever seen. After dropping off Hannah at Levi’s place on Saturday, I made my way to the ranch as soon as possible. Dad had texted me that we had lost a few fences, some shingles had flown off the barns, the creek was overflowing, and he was afraid some of the new calves were stuck in mud.
After five days of blood, sweat, and tears, everything was done. The fences were mended, roofs fixed, and all moms and calves safe. Although we did have to make the hard choice for one of the calves with broken legs due to being stuck in the mud, but were finally able to sit and relax knowing that all the animals were now safe.
Finally sitting down, after taking a well-deserved shower, my dad hands me a cold beer. Before I can even take a sip, Sadie joins us, “You guuuuys, I chipped my nails helping with the eastern fences; now that we’re all done, can you bring me to the nail salon? Pretty please?”
Making eye contact with my dad, he hurries up and drinks half his beer in one loud gulp. “Sorry, sweetie, I already had a drink,” he says, throwing a smirk my way.
“Looks like it’s a brother-sister date kinda afternoon!” Sadie remarks way too chirpy for my current lack of energy. “Ooo we should stop and get sushi before, and maybe stop at the mall,” she continues, making my dad stifle a laugh behind his bottle of beer as I give him a look.
“We can do sushi, but no mall,” I say getting up, “You’re gonna pay for this old man,” I mumble as I hand my dad my cold beer, making him laugh even harder.
“Aren’t you always telling me to get off my phone?” Sadie asks a few hours later after she’s gotten her nails done and we’re waiting for our sushi order. “Who has you looking at your phone, smiling?”
“No one,” I answer too fast, flipping my phone face down onto the table, not wanting her to see that I was texting Hannah. I love my sister, I really do, but I am never going to hear the end of it when she finds out I like a girl.
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“You sure it’s not a girl?” she asks with a smirk.
“Yes,” I answer again.
“You sure about that?” she repeats, leaning back against the back of the booth, crossing her arms, giving me her I-know-you-better-than-that look, getting comfortable. Getting ready to annoy the answers she wants out of me.
