Even Capone can’t hold back, and he laughs as Queenie giggles. “It depends on the guy,” she says, suppressing thelaughter.
“I can’t stop imagining you sitting on a stool just…” Phoebe moves her hands to mimic pulling on udders. “You know? And that just doesn’t seem… fun. But what do I know, right?”
Queenie pulls her into her arms and hugs her. “Pacino, you better take care of this one. I fucking love her.”
Yeah? Me, too, Queenie. Me, too.
Damn feelings just snuck up on me one day, and now they won’t go away.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Phoebe
Ijust stabbed my ex-boyfriend. And I’m pretty sure he’s dead.
But I don’t feel as guilty as I think I should. I don’t really feel that guilty at all.
Capone assures Queenie that this will be taken care of, and I don’t want to know what that means. The rivalry between the two clubs is much too complicated to fully understand, and I have more than enough to deal with right now.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Tucker says, pulling me onto his lap in the office. “I didn’t plan to be gone this long.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “I’m glad I came. And I’m glad I met Queenie. It kind of helps.”
“I can’t believe you were jealous.”
Pulling back, I narrow my eyes. “Are you serious?”
“You have nothing to be jealous of.”
I jump up and stand in front of the desk. Motioning in front of my body, I outline an exaggerated shape of Queenie’s body to showcase the insecurities, especially after meeting her.
“Yeah, she has fake tits and ass. So what?” he asks.
“You could suffocate in them!” I exclaim.
He tilts his head. “You know, you’re so adorable when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not trying to be adorable!” I cry. “I want to be sexy. And sensual. And I blame God for making me tall and thin, not petite and curvy.”
“I love your figure,” Tucker says. “I love how your nipples pebble in my palm when you’re turned on, and I love how you moan and move beneath me. The way you taste is the greatest flavor in the entire fucking world, and you’re the only person who knows everything about me.”
Okay, he has a point there. He has shared things with me that he didn’t with Queenie. She confirmed that.
Just as I’m about to respond with something I haven’t quite formulated yet, Tucker’s phone rings.
“Zep? Woah, calm down, what’s going on?” Tucker asks.
I don’t know Zep that well, but I work with Misty. And I know she’s pregnant.
“Is she okay? Do you need… Okay. Yeah. We’ll be right there.”
“What’s going on?” I ask.
He stands and takes my hand. “We gotta head to Zep’s house. Something’s wrong with Misty, and she’s worried about the baby. Jolene’s in Griffin’s Beach, and they need someone to stay with Bernie in case she wakes up.”
“Let’s go!”
This isn’t the night I envisioned at all, but I’m glad to have some quiet time alone with Tucker. I lay on his chest on Misty and Zep’s couch in the dark.
