“He’s not…this isn’t…”
“You’re welcome.”
“What did she do?” Lessy asks.
“Just trying to get her baby daddy hot under the collar,” Sienna supplies as we come to a stop on the sidewalk.
“I don’t want to get him?—”
“You don’t want another round with him?” Savvy asks, her eyes wide as if I’ve lost my mind.
“Things are already complicated enough,” I reason.
“But it was good the first time?”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“So what’s the harm in taking him for another ride? The damage is already done.”
“Not yet, it’s not. Bea won’t know the damage until the baby is out,” Rachel says with a smirk.
“Really?” I hiss. “I don’t need to think about what state my vagina is going to be in.”
“Exactly. More reason to enjoy it as it is now, don’t you think?”
“It’ll complicate things. I’m already an emotional wreck. I don’t need to start relying on him for anything. Even if it is orgasms.”
“Damn shame, if you ask me,” Lessy mutters.
“Good thing, I wasn’t.”
But despite knowing I’m right. I can’t deny that the temptation is there. I just know he’ll hit the spot that my toys are failing to find right now.
“Shall we go and get a drink?” Rachel asks.
“Sounds good. Fancy another virgin cocktail?” Sienna asks me.
“About as much as I want another decaf latte.” My sigh is heavy and full of frustration.
“See, this is why you need some earth-shattering orgasms—to make up for all the things you’re giving up,” Lessy points out as we all connect arms and head toward the bar down the street.
A laugh bursts out of me. “I can’t argue with that.”
We have a great night, even if I have to sit there and watch the four of them get a nice buzz from the cocktails.
Rachel, Lessy, and Savvy all climb into a rideshare and head toward their side of town, leaving Sienna and me on the sidewalk waiting for ours.
“How are you feeling?” she asks as I sway from side to side. Despite spending most of the night sitting down, my feet still hurt.
“Tired. But that seems to be a standard thing right now. And I swear my heart has dropped into my feet. They’re throbbing to the beat.”
“I prefer feeling my heartbeat a little higher up.”
“Stop,” I plead. “I don’t need you trying to convince me to go another round with Everett.”
“I wasn’t. I was just saying.”
“Maybe we should go out and hook up with random guys before I get too huge. No one will want to bang me when I have a basketball for a belly.”
