Everyone stops and looks at me, and I say nothing. I just try to sink far enough into the couch that maybe it will eat me whole.
“Tell me we didn’t shift from talking about my brother to my dad…” Madison calls from the kitchen.
“All I’m saying,” the repeat offender chimes back in. “Is that Gavin is the more…”
Mature? Masculine? Ripped? Gruff? Well endowed…
“What do you think the guys are doing right now?” Holly asks.
Thank God.
“Probably drinking and horsing around and talking about us,” Madison says.
“I think we should go find out,” Holly says with a smirk.
“I don’t know–” I start to say, but everyone is already grabbing their coats.
Well…I guess crashing a bachelor party is better than comparing the two men I’ve slept with.
Chapter 32
Gavin
“What doyou think the girls are doing?” Jordan says as he bounces a ping-pong ball and misses the cup. All the cups.
“If I had to guess, not losing at beer pong,” Ben says as he tosses a ball and lands it.
“Sorry, it’s hard to focus on Solo cups when the girls are probably over there in their underwear drinking champagne and having a pillow fight,” Jordan says.
“Chicks don’t do that,” one of the other guys scoffs.
“They do in my head,” Jordan says with a smirk, tossing another ball. He misses the cup, but follows it across the floor, sauntering over to pick it up off the ground before it rolls under the bar.
“I’m sure girls do a lot of things in your head that they don’t do in real life,” Ben jabs, and everyone sniggers a little.
“Listen, I may have a lot of wild fantasies, but I did get to live some of them out recently,” Jordan says as he walks back over. He attempts to throw the ball from where he is, missing the table entirely.
“Oh, yeah?” one of the guys asks. “Did you buy a higher quality blow up doll this time? One that won’t pop?”
Jesus Christ.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be around guys in their mid-twenties. It’s the same as being around teenagers except that they can legally drink.
“I was with Josie the other night, asshole,” Jordan says.
“She’s a cute little thing, isn’t she?” one of the guys asks.
I toss a ball and sink it; the last one I need to hit. Then I go over to the bar and pour two fingers of whiskey for myself. I’m kind of over the cheap beer and the game too.
“Let’s try something new,” I say to the room of guys who are all half my age. “Let’s not talk about women like they’re pieces of meat.”
“Says the man who, if I had to guess, gets more action on a weekly basis than the rest of us do in a week,” Jordan says.
“The reason I can get women is because I don’t treat them like you fools,” I say. I take a sip of the neat bourbon and suck my teeth afterward. I need it to hit now if I’m going to keep this up tonight.
“I’m just happy I found a girl who is both salty and sweet,” Ben says, and I smile at that. “She’s honestly the greatest girl I’ve ever been with.”
“The greatest girl I’ve ever been with was named Lyla,” one of the guys slurs. “A cheerleader.”
