Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” I said as the cool air washed over me.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much. Give me back my duster.”
“Oh, thank God,” Gracie said, the genuine relief making me wonder just how many times she had to deal with drunk friends who shamelessly stripped out of their clothes in public places. “See, Layna? She’s putting clothes back on.”
“Because she’s not drunk enough yet,” Layna said, passing me my glass back. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you there.”
By the time we made our way to the living room for the movie, I was wobbling on my feet.
“Don’t worry,” Sully said beside me, his hand slipping across my lower back and sinking into my hip. “I’ve got you.”
Way too tipsy to think better of it, I leaned in and took a deep breath. “You smell good,” I said. “Did I tell you that?”
“You haven’t.”
“Peaches and vanilla,” I added with a nod.
“Shampoo and a matching lotion,” he told me.
“I like it,” I told him as we moved into the living room just in time to see Layna grab Luna’s arm and pull her off the couch, leaving it open for the two of us.
“I have to give Fallon credit,” Layna said, rubbing her hands up and down the arms of the matching chairs she and Luna now occupied. “These were a good purchase.”
“There was never enough seating around here,” Gracie agreed, sitting in one of the recliners across from them. “Okay, let’s get this movie going. I have brunch with Willa tomorrow morning.”
“What? How come I wasn’t invited?” Layna asked.
“Because we both know that you never peel yourself out of bed before noon. Later on weekends.”
“Hey, what can I say? I work a nighttime profession.”
“That kind of makes you sound like a sex worker,” Gracie said with a drunken little giggle.
“Oh, speaking of sex workers. Did you see Tammy’s new post?”
“Who is Tammy?” Luna asked.
“Big Tit Tammy,” Layna declared.
“What?” Luna asked, eyes going comically round.
“She’s a sex worker who does a bunch of posts on social media about her escapades,” Gracie said. “A fact I know against my will, I must add. Layna plays her podcast in the car whenever we go anywhere.”
“Hey, we have to support the girls who are doing good.”
“What kind of good?” Luna asked, dubious.
“Well, for one, she tested out that new sex toy I was considering getting and said it was a waste of money. So, there’s that.”
“Okaaaay,” Gracie said, sighing. “Movie. On now. Please.”
Sully, smiling at the girls, did as requested.
The movie played.
We finished our drinks.
We snacked.
Slowly but surely, all the girls started to pull down their blankets and snuggle in.
Sully pulled one off the back of the couch, spreading it across the two of us.
And maybe I was feeling just warm and fuzzy enough to lean into him. And maybe when he reached for my legs to pull them across his lap, I helped him along.
But before I could enjoy much more of the closeness, of the intimacy, the tequila went quickly from ‘fuzzy and fun’ to ‘bone-deep tired.’
I was asleep before the frogs started to invade the aunts’ home.
With Sully’s arms around me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bonnie
“I take back everything nice I said about this chair,” Layna grumbled, pulling me from a deep, pleasant sleep.
Looking over, I saw her trying to unfold from the chair she’d clearly fallen asleep in some time before.
“Ow, fuck. Damnit,” she grumbled, then there was a thud as she fell to the floor.
“Shhh,” Luna hissed. “You’re gonna wake up Bonnie and Sully.”
“Where’s Gracie?” Layna asked.
“She snuck out a few minutes ago so she could shower before meeting Willa.”
“What time is it?” Layna asked in what she seemed to think was a whisper, but was probably louder than her speaking voice.
As she spoke, Sully’s fingers started to drift up and down my thigh under the blankets, letting me know I wasn’t the only one awake and eavesdropping.
“Five.”
“She woke up at five?” Layna asked. “Blasphemous.”
“Where are you going?”
“Basement. I need a bed. Come on,” she said.
The two of them gathered their blankets and made their way to the basement. Where, apparently, there were beds for some reason.
Alone, Sully’s fingers kept moving up and down my thigh, then started to slip over my hip and up my back.
It was a chaste touch, all things considered, but my desire was a wildfire burning through me. My breath went fast and shallow, my skin warmed, and an ache grew in my core.
When his fingers slid up under my shirt and touched my bare skin, a little mewling sound escaped me.
Sully’s other hand lifted, sliding up my jaw, then tilted my head up.
My breath caught and my heart fluttered at the warm look in his eye, at the intent I saw there as his gaze dipped to my lips, then back up again.
I swear my whole body tingled as his head dipped and his lips started to brush mine.