I bit my lip, grinning. "Oh, and I squirted. At his face."
Lucy's jaw dropped. "Shut up!"
"I swear to God. I didn't even know I could do that!"
"I've never done it!" Lucy groaned, slumping back. "How is it? What's it feel like?"
"Intense. Like— fucking intense. I couldn't control it. Just happened. And he—" I laughed, "—he shoved his face back in and took everything."
"Fuck!" Lucy slapped the couch. "Marcus has to step up his game! Seriously, how did I miss out on that?!"
"And babe," I continued, "he said if I got pregnant, he'd be okay with that."
Lucy's hands flew to her cheeks, spilling wine all over the couch. "Shut up!"
I laughed. "Imagine—first time and he actually manages to do it."
"No! That would have been perfect!" she laughed.
"No! Too much."
She fanned herself with her hand, proper dramatic. "Fuck me. Our boy's hung like a horse and knows what he's doing? Colour me shocked." She leaned in, grinning wicked. "Marcus pulls that bareback trick when he's feeling extra possessive—drives me up the wall in the best way. So... big?"
"Big. Thick. Ruined me for life."
"Thought so. Always had that vibe." She topped up our glasses, eyes sparkling.
I took another sip, voice going quieter. "Lucy... he was so possessive. Like, scary possessive."
She leaned in, eyes wide. "How possessive we talking?"
"He grabbed my chin—hard—and said 'no way out, mine.' Like he'd snap if I tried to leave. He said I took the deal and there's no going back."
Lucy's jaw dropped. "Fuck."
"And I loved it," I admitted. "I smiled. I felt safe. Like he'd burn the world down for me."
Lucy stared at me for a long moment, then slumped back on the couch. "Why isn't Marcus like that?"
I blinked. "What?"
"Marcus is possessive, yeah, but not like that. Not 'I'll destroy anyone who touches you' possessive. More like... 'Hey babe, maybe don't wear that to the pub' possessive." She groaned. "I want the scary kind. The kind where he'd lose his mind if I even looked at someone else."
I laughed. "You're insane."
"And you're lucky," she shot back. "Drogo's been obsessed with you since day one. That man would kill for you. Marcus would... I don't know, write a strongly worded email."
"The fuck you talking about? Marcus is a pit fighter also. The only one that made Drogo kneel. You remember that punch?"
"Eh, yeah, but they were young. Now Marcus, with the money, the success... he's gotten soft. Sometimes I would love that he would return to that primal state he was."
I looked at her. "Preach woman. The primal state stands!"
We clinked our wine. We drank. We both laughed till tears ran down our faces.
"But babes, what does this mean? 'Wait for me'?" I handed her the note.
"Oh, look at that, the fucker is romantic." She said as she took the note. "And the note? 'Wait for me please'? That'spure Drogo panic. Man's terrified you'll wake up and realise you can pull anyone."
