“Which you’ll never be tempted to use for revenge porn, right?” Shay’s question wasn’t serious. Rosie was crazy in bed, but she wasn’tthatkind of crazy.
“I wouldn’t share those with anyone.” Rosie arched her eyebrow. “A thing loses its value when too many people enjoy it. Anyway, the company is committed to donating ten percent of their net profit to LGBTQ charities and causes. It’s written into their articles of formation. Plus, their whole management team is from our community. You can meet them if you like.”
“And you’d be in charge of everything, would you?” Shay could get on board with the idea if she got to see Rosie in action, all ice queen and bossy femme.
Rosie tweaked her nipple, and Shay lifted her hips from the bed. Damn, she couldn’t get enough of her touch.
“Like the sound of that, do you?” Rosie whispered before she shifted and took Shay’s nipple into her mouth. She straddled Shay, pressing her pussy against Shay’s stomach.
Shay put her hands on Rosie’s hips, but Rosie grasped her wrists and pushed her arms above her head.
“Do youwantme to be in charge of everything?” Rosie asked.
“Sometimes,” Shay whispered and lifted her head to capture Rosie’s breast in her mouth.
Rosie laughed lightly and pulled away. “So you’ll talk to your boys about it?”
“My boys?”
“Boys with an i? Bros? Lori’s my girl, but I don’t think Gabe would take kindly to being called that.”
“Let’s not talk about Gabe right now.” Shay moaned when Rosie tightened her grip and ground her hips down hard on Shay’s stomach. She felt slick against Shay’s skin, making Shay want to bury herself inside Rosie again.
“But you’ll ask them?”
Shay nodded.
“I get the feeling you’d agree to anything right now as long as I don’t stop doing what I’m doing.”
Shay slipped out of Rosie’s grasp and wrestled her onto her back. “I’ll ask them, but I’m making no promises,” she said and kissed Rosie hard before she could speak. The only promises Shay made were ones she was sure she could keep, like the one she made to herself about keeping this situation simple. What she and Rosie had was working well for both of them. She’d just have to make sure that if the rest of the team agreed to do this tool company thing, it wouldn’t muddy the waters.
Solo swallowed the last of her beer and reached for another one from the cooler.
Shay pushed the box away from Solo’s grasp with her foot. “If you have another, I take your keys. I’m pretty sure Gabe isn’t ready to be a brom just yet.”
Solo frowned, and everyone else looked just as confused.
“It’s short for bro mom, like a masc parent who doesn’t want tobe called Mommy.” Shay sighed. “Don’t you guys know anything?”
“I don’twantto know anything about parenting, thanks,” RB said. “I don’t want to be bound to another adult, let alone be responsible for a tiny human.” She waved her hot dog in the air. “I don’tneedto know what a mini-me would call me.”
Gabe clinked her bottle to Woody’s. “Shay’s right though, and I might never be ready to be a brom—though that’s a great word.”
“Lori is already talking children?” Woody asked.
Gabe held up her hand. “Weren’t you supposed to be deciding whether you wanted another beer or not, Solo?”
Solo got up from her chair and popped the top on another bottle, then she dropped her car keys onto the table beside the BBQ. “I need this more than I need to drive. I’ll get a Lyft home.”
“Are you ready to tell us what’s happening with you and Janie?” Shay asked.
“Yeah, spill, Solo,” RB said. “It’s been like working at a morgue this week. I could get more conversation out of a dead guy.”
Gabe glared at RB, and Shay did the same when RB looked to her for backup.
“Come on, RB,” Shay said. “This isn’t a joke. It’s Solo’s marriage and family we’re talking about.”
“Okay, okay, I get it. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to lighten the mood.”
