I let the silence hang for just a moment, long enough for her to think that’s it, before I add, “You sound more like, ‘Fuck me, West, no one’s ever made me come so many times I passed out, uh!’”
It’s so over the top, overdone in such a ridiculous way, that I don’t expect her eyes to heat in response, but they do. Warm gold hues popping through those teal rings around the black depths of her pupils, and I’m melting in her scorching gaze.
“I do believe you just gave yourself a new goal, Mr. Grady,” she says, all purring seduction.
Amelia stands from the log at my side and drapes a leg over my lap, sliding down to straddle me. Her arms loop behind my neck, mouth pressed to mine, and she whispers, “I love you, West. And now I want you to fuck me and make me come till I pass out.”
Who am I to not give my girl what she wants?
So I give the fireflies a show of our own.
TWENTY-FOUR
AMELIA
“To girls’ night!”
Lexi holds up her glass of wine and Rory, Gracie, and I do the same, joining hers in a clink.
“To girls’ night!” we all echo.
Smoky Sips might be referred to as a Suds, but for the ladies. I certainly don’t see many men among the patrons here. They’re probably across the street, just like all of our men are, playing pool or darts and clinking glass bottles, while we’re over here enjoying a refined evening after the soft opening of downtown was a smashing success.
“To good dick!” Lexi cheers even louder than before.
Okay, maybe it’s not that refined.
Champagne walls (Weston and I painted them together), with mostly understated decor throughout the cozy space in cream and neutral tones, tied together with ornate crystal chandeliers all make this a decidedly more femme place than Duke could ever hope Suds would be.
Fuzzy pillows line the long bench that serves as seating on one side of the establishment, small circular tables stationed every few feet along the way. The girls and I, however, are stationed at the mirrored bar top in the center.
“What do you know about good dick?” Gracie asks her best friend as Rory and I watch Lexi closely.
Her eyes narrow, scowling playfully, but then Rory leans in. “No, seriously, Lex, when’s the last time you got some?”
Lexi’s mouth purses, jaw tight, before she comes up with a response. “It’s been…a while,” she says delicately, avoiding answering. “But you three are all getting it. I’m hoping this is osmosis and now I’m destined to get some, too, if you guys can rub off on me.”
“I think you’d prefer a good dick rubs off on you,” Rory cracks, and giggles break free from all of us.
“Speaking of,” Lexi turns, one arm on the bar so she faces me full on. “Spill. How’s it going with you two?”
Six eyes on me, Rory’s perfectly made up, Lexi’s sharp, and Gracie’s softly interested, I buckle under their complete attention.
“It’sreallygood,” I say, taking a sip of my sparkling white wine.
“Well, we know that,” Lexi says, rolling her eyes. “Can see your glow from two towns over. And like that wasn’t enough of a giveaway, your limp too. We want details, Amelia.”
“Not too many details,” Rory corrects. “That’s my brother-in-law.”
“Like you’re not curious.” Lexi waves her off, dismissing her.
“I’ve heard a lot about Wyatt’s dick. Well, seen it for myself, actually. I can only imagine Weston is blessed in the same way,” Gracie says, eyes wide and round.
“I haven’t told you anything about my husband’s package,” Rory says, mouth agape.
“Didn’t say I heard it from you,” she giggles.
Gracie and Rory’s husbands are best friends somehow. The guy seems as opposite from Wyatt as you can get, but maybe that’s why it works. Two Wyatts? I shudder. That’s too terribleto consider. This town only has room for one guy that grumpy. Unless you count Dallas, but he keeps to himself so much it doesn’t upset the balance. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen him outside the bar he’s always behind.
