“Vagina,” Vivi said.
“Love Tunnel,” Renae replied.
“Kitty,” Vivi said.
“Halligan’s Hollow,” Ry called out.
Loni giggled at that one.
“Oh, I’ve got one. Her cock sock,” Schaefer, who had come upstairs with Halligan, said, grabbing a sandwich and sitting down on the ottoman.
“Pussy,” Loni said, staring at her husband, who seemed a tad off right now.
“Cookie,” Ry said.
“Hoo-ha,” Renae said.
“High-five. That’s a good one,” Schaefer said.
“Baby Batter Shaft,” Vivi said, covering her mouth and cackling.
Halligan’s face was turning red, almost matching the color in his beard and hair. How could a man devour her and then blush at what they were calling her vagina? Oh, she’d definitely be saving this for some time when she needed to tease him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Halligan at a loss for words. Any more we should add to see if his face will go a darker shade of red? Oh, let me get a picture for our group chat,” Schaefer said.
“Did we say coochie? Maybe I should ask Crewe if he’s interested in visiting Crewe’s Coochie tonight with the kids gone?” Ry asked.
“I’ve got the best one—Halligan’s Honey Pot,” Schaefer said, standing up and shaking his hips.
Halligan made a noise, then dove for Schaefer, knocking both of them to the floor. Renae jumped up and moved closer to Vivi to keep out of the tussle.
“Quit talking about my wife’s pussy. She’s mine and you don’t disrespect her that way,” Halligan growled as he sat on top of Schaefer, holding him motionless.
“Well, the women were,” Schaefer whined.
“They can talk about it with each other all they want, but you don’t think about my wife’s vagina, pussy, love tunnel, or kitty, because if I find out you are—I will make you wish you were dead. Got it?”
Schaefer nodded, “Yes, sir.”
Halligan stood up, then held his hand out to Schaefer to help him up.
“Well, I think that Stella and Flick would be a great option for you to see if you wanted, Loni. Halligan, would you approve of Flick providing medical care to your wife, or are you going to actlike a neanderthal, beating your chest and laying down the law?” Vivi asked.
Halligan’s eyes widened. “I am not a neanderthal, but I know that Loni would not want that doctor near her. Stella and Flick sound like a great option as long as Loni is comfortable with them after she meets them.”
Loni stood up and grabbed Halligan’s hand, tugging him closer. “I love that you want to take care of me. I don’t want a doctor who smells like fried onions and doesn’t wash his hands.”
Halligan breathed deep and wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you,” he said softly. She could feel the tension flowing out of him. Now if only Franco could be dealt with as easily.
She wished she was more helpful, but Gigi had kept her out of so much. Loni had no idea who, if anyone, her family reported to in the whatever they were called. Gigi had never really named the other side of the business. At least, she hadn’t in Loni’s presence.
Chapter Thirteen
Halligan walked through the tunnels with Loni and the other women, with his dad leading the way. His dad opened the door that led to his house’s reinforced basement. Vivi, Renae, and Ry walked past him, with Loni standing beside him.
“I feel like a wife sending her man off to war,” Loni whispered.
“Oh, it will be okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around her, pausing just for a moment to savor Loni in his arms.
