I shivered at the dark sound of his words. “From the same man? Sure. From multiple men? No,” I admitted. “It’s fun to read about, but I always feel like I’m attracted to the kind of man that’ll literally light the world on fire if another man touches his woman. I’m not quite sure how a man like that would be okay with sharing his woman with another man. You know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean,” he agreed.
“Read this one,” Holly ordered, skipping a few pages.
Denver looked down at Holly incredulously as he read the quote.
“I’m not reading this one,” he grumbled.
Thumper took the phone from Denver’s hand and stood up, clearing his throat before launching into it.
“Silas grabbed his woman by her hair, shoved her over the seat of his bike, and kicked her feet apart, spreading her juicy pussy in the process. He looked down at the prize that awaited him and thanked the gods above that this woman’s pussy was created. Because, my god, was he ready to die between those thighs. He wanted her to sit on his face and suffocate him.”
Holly giggled, placing her hand over her mouth.
“You’re really good, too,” Ida Bell told Thumper.
He winked at her. “At your service. I’ll read any aloud just for you.”
Koen cleared his throat. “How about you go fuck yourself.”
Thumper grinned. “Why?”
Koen didn’t answer.
“What’s the story there?” I whispered into Gentry’s ear.
I’d seen Koen and Ida Bell together a lot at the campground I’d once stayed at, but there was no romantic relationship there. At least, I thought.
Maybe I’d missed something, though.
“Koen has a thing for Ida Bell. Ida Bell is completely clueless. Thumper just likes to stir shit,” Gentry answered just as quietly.
The way his lips brushed against my throat had me shivering.
“Oh, read this one,” Eddy ordered Weaver, shoving her phone practically into his eyeball when she thrust it up at him.
Weaver took it and read the passage.
“There you are, darling.”
“Do it again, but do it slower. In a Southern drawl,” Eddy pleaded.
Weaver scoffed, but did what she asked.
Eddy placed both of her hands on her overheated cheeks and squealed. “Oh, perfect!”
I hit the bottom of my beer and set the empty in the cup holder next to Gentry’s elbow.
My eyes started to close, and a smile was firmly in place as I listened to the men reading the women’s favorite quotes.
I was so stupidly happy.
I’d never, not once, smiled and laughed as much as I had tonight.
I’d had friends in high school. I’d gone to parties.
But none of them had been like this.
