WHAT THE HELL, CHAR?
It was all in caps. A yell, obviously.
I frowned and typed back:What?
That illustration?! Max saw it. Now he insists we try it!!!
I grinned and lay down on the couch, pushing a cushion under my head.How? I sent it to YOUR cell.
Because I was laughing so damn hard, he came to see what was up.
She added a string of laughing emojis.
I burst out laughing, recalling the Kamasutra illustration I’d started yesterday and completed this morning, then sent off to both Ila and Ray. It was more to keep my mind off worrying about War, and to tickle my friends since I’d tormented them about it.
Yeah, I’d researched the picture again to ensure I got it right. It was one of the most challenging positions ever. The woman’s body was arched backward, balancing on her hands and feet, and the guy had his humongous dick inside her. How that was possible, I had no idea because I definitely wasn’t that limber. Ray, maybe.
She hadn’t messaged me, so I figured she was probably busy and hadn’t seen it yet.
You can lose weight this way,I texted back to Ila.Burn up the calories.
More grinning emojis dinged in response.
I’d rather attempt jogging again,her dry reply came fast.
She was as bad as me when it came to keeping fit. We both binged on cookies, coffee, and Netflix when we used to hang out.
How about this one?I texted, then searched for the rough drawings I did of a sex-on-the-bench position—this time the guy was bent backward—I attached the file and hit send.Get Max to be your bench, and you go to town, girl.
I could literally hear her screaming with laughter, holding her belly, and probably gone red in the face. Ila was a shy one.
OMG, Char!!! This, I’m definitely showing Max.
Okay, maybe not. I grinned.
Her dots wavered again as she texted.You coming to Screamers tonight, right? We’re meeting up with Ray and Jack there. Please say you will???
I gnawed my lip. It had been ages since I’d been to a nightclub, and I wasn’t sure what War’s plans were, or whether he’d want to go back to the beach house. And then I realized Ila had no idea what had happened between War and me since I’d last seen them at Mulligan’s. Unless they’d seen Instagram? No, they would have called…but both were married and doubtless busy these days.
Rain check?I hit send, still grinning, mostly because I enjoyed shocking my friends.
Ignoring the many notifications on Instagram—I had so many follows since War and my controversial relationship began—I flipped to what I wanted. Heck, I loved the snapshot of War with the handprint shirt. His expression was priceless. I traced my fingertip over his chiseled jaw to his compressed lips, and sighed, my heart clipping hard remembering the kiss that followed. Desire, hot and heavy slid low in my belly, coiling tight in my core. A small groan escaped me. Two years was far too long to go without a mind-blowing orgasm.
Man, I slouched lower in my seat. The pic had close to ten thousand likes—
“Charli?”
Eeep, I jumped up, dropping my phone. Heart hammering, I peered over the couch’s backrest. “Hey, you’re back, and late.”
“Good to know you missed me.” He came around, dropped his sports bag on the floor, the truck keys on the coffee table, and sat down next to my feet on the two-seater couch I currently occupied. I retrieved my novel from between us and dropped it on the side table. He grasped my feet, keeping them on his lap, and he rested his head against the backrest, shutting his eyes.
Wariness morphed to concern. “Are you okay?”
He glanced at me. “Yeah.”
I frowned.
And that smile snuck to the corners of his mouth again, reflected in his deep blue eyes, lightening the shadows there. He shrugged. “I’m all right. It’s been a tiring day.”
