“This is Rocket?”
V nodded, but even though she sounded like she was mocking him, her face softened and I could see the love right there, despite her attempts to hold it back.
“I mean, she is a tiny baby,” I said, stroking her silky cheek as she eyed me victoriously, a mouthful of sleeve soaking up puppy spit.
“Still, because we’re not allowing that, he came up with Nix, and that immediately became Nixie.”
“Was that when you guys were making out in your car?”
V shot a look at Caroline that would have made me gasp, but she simply giggled. She was clearly used to looks like that.
“We were not making out, and nobody says that, and you’re one to talk, little miss I’m innocent but I snog my man’s face off every chance I get!”
I gasped, but Caroline just burst into giggles, ducking her face to hide her red cheeks. My god. It was like being thrown into a family argument, except that they both kept glancing at me and smiling, inviting me into their bizarre little dynamic.
“So…” I started lamely, feeling oddly unnerved when both turned to focus on me, that pinkness still flooding Caroline’s cheeks.
“Yesss?” V intoned, sounding like a gameshow host, and taking the edge off the sudden silence.
“Uh… they all have weird names, right? What’s that about?”
They both laughed, and then began debating those with me.
“Rocket, right? Says it’s because he gets caught speeding so much, but I swear it’s just his pet name for his dick. I mean this from the guy who tried naming his dog ‘Baby’.”
“Oh my god, V!” Caroline’s cheeks weren’t getting less red anytime soon, apparently.
“Okay, and Harley? That’s because he rides one?”
Caroline frowned. “Actually, no. He doesn’t have one. I’ve never actually asked.”
“Jesus, C! What if it’s some weird kink thing he’s into?!”
We all fell silent as our minds probably tried to figure that one out.
“Like literally fuckingonHarleys, you mean?” I finally asked.
“Who’s doing what now?” We all turned to see the men standing in the doorway, their faces a picture, because of all the things to walk in on, right?
“I… I mean…”
“Okay, Harley, spill! C says you don’t even have a Harley, so why the name?” V blurted, and he looked from her to his woman, and then me, as realisation dawned on his face.
“And you thought it’s because I like fucking on them?”
“That or actually fucking them,” Rocket said with a smirk, as he dodged Harley’s attempt to slap the back of his head. “I mean, you’ve gotta have a kink or something, brother, you’re too straight laced.”
He elbowed Rocket instead, and the three men joined us at the table again, all eyes on Harley.
He groaned, grabbing Caroline’s hand and squeezing it.
“You’re not gonna protect your man, baby?”
She rested her other hand on his, her eyes wide and innocent.
“I’m too curious!”
Chapter Fourteen
