I barked out a laugh, then shot them the bird. "I'm angry at you!"
"Nah." Dane twisted back around, putting the car in gear. "But even if you are, I hear make-up sex is hot as hell."
I rolled my eyes but couldn't ignore the little frisson of pleasure that shot through me at that thought.
Hmm—make-up sex here I come.
8
Blue
Ella, Anika, Collins, Honey, and I stood on the footpath staring up at the wreck of my house, watching as a flurry of workers swarmed the ruins of my roof.
Without fail, the Steamy Book Club met every two weeks on a Monday. Over books, booze, and burgers at the closed Bronze Horseman, we bonded becoming a close knit group of phenomenal women who supported each other.
But noting my currently homeless predicament, we’d agreed to pause the book chat in order for us to survey the damage to my house.
“I know it sucks that you’re homeless for a little while longer,” Honey said, her eyes twinkling. “But the eye candy is totally worth the inconvenience.”
A chubby blonde with a big heart, Honey often wore character-themed outfits to book club, and, despite our change of scenery, today was no exception. She wore workman overalls and had a toy chainsaw clipped to her belt, her long hair pulledinto two adorable pigtails. She looked like the preschool version of ‘My First Tradie’.
She glowed—and not just from happiness. Her pale, pinkish skin burnt easily and in difference to our outdoor location she’d smothered herself in a thick layer of sunscreen.
I’d already caught Anika eyeing her off, no doubt plotting how to draw a penis in the cream.
“Speaking of eye candy.” Anika hip-checked me. “How goes it with your delicious men?”
Hilariously dry and irreverent, Anika was one of the most fascinating women I’d ever met. Her long black hair had been tied up in a top knot, and her tawny brown skin held a touch of pink on her cheeks.
She looked happy. Healthy. And far too relaxed for this afternoon.
“You got laid,” I said, eyeing her off.
“Twice,” she admitted with a happy sigh. “Mac loves going down on me. The man can’t get enough of my dessert.”
Collectively we groaned, tossing popcorn, chips and bottle caps at our friend.
“I hate you all,” Honey said with a heavy sigh. “Why can’t I find a man?”
“Because you want a fairy tale and that takes time.” Collins tilted her head my way. “Now, answer the question, Blue. How goes it?”
Collins, a yoga instructor and physical therapist who worked at Honey's health clinic, crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her rich emerald green gaze on me. Her skin had tanned throughout the summer, offsetting her bronze hair.
I groaned, slumping back against my car. “I love it, but I’m also worn out to the point of chafing. Do you think a vagina can chaff?”
Collins chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re the nurse, you tell me.”
Ella handed me a beer, popping the cap and catching it with one hand in a practised and impressive move. Perfectly abundant, with long curling hair, mahogany locks, and a smile that could kill, I’d never met anyone as at home in their body as Ella.
“It can,” she told me with a knowing wink. “Just offer blow jobs or anal instead.”
Our group snorted with laughter. Ella’s Viking fiancé was known to be insatiable, and she’d shed many a story of their sexual escapades over the last few months.
I couldn’t help but gaze around at the women surrounding me, thankful for their friendship.
“I love you all,” I said, wrapping an arm around Ani’s shoulders. “Even you.”
Anika shoved me, chuckling. “Of course you do. I’m adorable.”
