“Sorry?” I lifted my shoulders to my ears, offering a placid smile.
She rolled her eyes and stomped off.
“You okay?” Stasia set a basket down, kissed both my cheeks then hugged me tightly.
Her motherly care made me tear up. “I am.” I swallowed down a sob before closing the door and following her to the kitchen.
There, I watched while Stasia retrieved wine glasses and a cheeseboard, Brandi unpacked a variety of cheese and crackers, and Trixie began washing the fruit they brought.
My stomach gave a soft rumble, reminding me I’d skipped dinner last night. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” I called over my shoulder, leaving them to mess my kitchen.
When I returned, they’d laid our spread out in the back garden which had beautiful views of the neighboring wine farm.
“Oh, my freaking God, he made you blow him?” Trixie clasped her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide after I told them the real reason for my absence. “How? When? Did you enjoy it. I mean it must’ve been good, right?” she babbled barely a second later, earning a slap to her arm from Stasia. “What?” she pouted, rubbing the spot.
“A little sensitivity?” Stasia scolded.
Miffed, Trixie downed her wine like it was orange juice and held her glass out for a refill
“Why didn’t you scream?” Brandi asked, filling Trixie’s glass.
“And what good would that have done?” Stasia retorted. “You heard her, the man had a knife to her throat.”
“I can’t believe he cut you.” Trixie sipped her drink this time. “Can we see it?”
My hand drifted to my throat, and I winced. Although the cuts had healed a bit, they were still tender to the touch. After my shower every day. I treated it with some balm and today, Iconcealed it with a light turtleneck as opposed to walking around with a bandaged neck.
With a soft sigh, I rolled down the top. All three ladies leaned closer to inspect the cut.
“Yikes,” Trixie touched it and I jerked on reflex. “Oh shit.” She lifted apologetic eyes to me. “I’m sorry.”
Smiling, I rolled up the neckpiece. “It’s not painful, just the reminder makes me tense,” I mumbled, not ready to tell them about the tattoo because that would lead to further embarrassment I couldn’t handle right now.
“So, was his dick huge?” Trixie blurted the question I had a feeling she’d been dying to ask. “Ouch,” she grumbled when another hit, this time from a scowling Brandi, left a red print on her arm.
Sometimes it felt like I had a mother and two whiny sisters with these three. Spoiled rotten since losing her only brother twelve years ago, Trixie wanted to purse a dance career, but her brother’s death made her seek out nursing instead—a good choice since patients loved her sunny disposition.
Laughing, I rescued her. “Yes, Trix, he was huge with Jacob’s ladder piercings.” Three pairs of wide eyes accompanied by three gaping mouths turned on me. “Not like I couldn’t notice. He practically choked me.” I shrugged, meeting their gazes.
“Um…” Trixie opened and closed her mouth several times. It was the first time I’d seen the usual chatterbox lost for words.
Brandi let out a low whistle. “Did it hurt?” she asked, her expression wary as though afraid she’d just sinned. We all knew that was a joke since some of Brandi’s exploratory talks were rather dirty.
Unsolicited, an image of Remo’s face plastered with pleasure as he shoved his dick inside my mouth, sprang to mind that had me stupidly wondering what his cock would feel like, sliding into my pussy. Would those piercings hurt or bring me morepleasure? Would that barbell on the head tickle my cervix the deeper he drove or cause pain? An abrupt rush of heat sparked between my legs causing my pussy muscles to clench.
“Yes.” Annoyed with my thoughts, I wriggled my ass to get comfortable.
“You know what you need?” Stasia grasped my hand, drawing my gaze. “A date.”
“A date?” I laughed.
“Yes,” Trixie rolled onto her knees, excitement adding a deeper tinge of pink to her already rosy cheeks.
“And I have the perfect man for the job,” Brandi chipped in.
“The job?” I leveled each one with a scowl. “Didn’t know I needed work.”
“Shush now,” Stasia scolded, her motherly tone coming into play. “What I meant is that you need a little distraction, a night out with someone you don’t know. Someone who can hold his own around your feisty personality but keep you entertained with worldly news.”
