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over my curves. “But, we can go home if ye want,” he adds, and I shiver, throttling a moan as I squeeze my thighs together to dull the ache that’s started there.
“Oh, no you don’t! Sniper and I make out all the time and do dirty shit, but we never leave. It’s Christmas. You are not going anywhere,” Whisky admonishes, moving toward us and linking her arm with mine. “Plus, Bonez just got here. You can play with your fiancée later. She’s mine for now.” She shoos Lachlan with a swat on his butt. Chuckling, he kisses me quickly on the lips before rolling his eyes at his sister and sauntering off.
Whisky turns to me. “I think it’s time to play nice with Bonez.”
Crap, I guess so…
Suppose I forgot to mention that I haven’t spoken to Bonez much since the wrapping party. We exchanged a few texts here and there. I’m not upset with him, I just dunno what to say. I mean, every time I picture his face, all I can hear is him ordering Penny—who’s standing right over there with her husband, talking with Bonez—to “Take that dick deep, baby. Yes, just like that. Fuck her harder, Gunz. Make her squeal.” Then she squealed and I knew it was because of Bonez and his directives. There are just some things you can’t unsee or unhear. Your hunky best friend that smuggles a grapefruit in his pants, is supposed to be your best friend. You shouldn’t know what he sounds like having sex … or listen to a woman begging for his big dick. I know it’s above average, because it’s impossible to ignore when he wears black slacks like he’s doing right now. It’s there—the pink elephant in the room. Fudge, it’s probably as big as an elephant. And no, I’m not admiring it. I love Lachlan and his. But, seeing a bulge like that is like seeing a woman with huge headlights—it’s impossible to overlook. It’s just kinda there, like boom look at me…
I’m talking about this too much, aren’t I? Shooty shootster, I am…
See, I’m super nervous as Whisky drags me over to their little group. The group with the woman’s husband. The husband who has to know his wife was being fucked by that grapefruit smuggling best friend of mine. Sheesh … I need to take a breather … I think I might actually have a panic attack, or worse, say something I shouldn’t.
We sidle up to their group and Bonez smiles my way, then frowns. “Maggie, are you okay?” he asks and I bob my head.
“Yep. Sure. Never better,” I lie, swapping my attention to Penny and her husband. She looks friggin amazing in a slouchy red sweater and jeans today. She even has makeup on that makes her even sexier. I didn’t even know that was possible.
“Hi, I’m Mags.” I offer my hand to her husband. It’s trembling when a fellow Carolina Rose, water drinking hunk, takes it into his and bends to kiss it. Crimson burns at my cheeks at his sentiment and Bonez chuckles.
“She doesn’t handle attention very well, Mikey.”
“I can see that.” His amused eyes meet mine, and with my hand still folded with his, he pulls me to him, forcing me into a friendly hug. I go stiff, not reciprocating. “You should get used to the attention, Maggie,” he whispers to my ear as I inhale a deep, anxiety-laden breath, instantly getting a head full of his intoxicating cologne.
Wowza.
My brain swims as he tacks on, “You’re simply delicious … Bonez has told me a lot about you,” before releasing me. Shaking my head to clear it, I find myself trying to stay upright on wobbly legs. Um … yikes … he’s smooth and good looking. Tall, lean, with a goatee and black hair with little flecks of gray sprinkled throughout. Heck, he’s even impeccably dressed. Everything about him screams money .
Standing next to me, Bonez throws his arm over my shoulder, tucking me to his side. I use him for support to regather my barrings.
“I’ll be right back,” Whisky comments and I peer over my shoulder to watch her greet Thor and his girlfriend who just
“Oh, no you don’t! Sniper and I make out all the time and do dirty shit, but we never leave. It’s Christmas. You are not going anywhere,” Whisky admonishes, moving toward us and linking her arm with mine. “Plus, Bonez just got here. You can play with your fiancée later. She’s mine for now.” She shoos Lachlan with a swat on his butt. Chuckling, he kisses me quickly on the lips before rolling his eyes at his sister and sauntering off.
Whisky turns to me. “I think it’s time to play nice with Bonez.”
Crap, I guess so…
Suppose I forgot to mention that I haven’t spoken to Bonez much since the wrapping party. We exchanged a few texts here and there. I’m not upset with him, I just dunno what to say. I mean, every time I picture his face, all I can hear is him ordering Penny—who’s standing right over there with her husband, talking with Bonez—to “Take that dick deep, baby. Yes, just like that. Fuck her harder, Gunz. Make her squeal.” Then she squealed and I knew it was because of Bonez and his directives. There are just some things you can’t unsee or unhear. Your hunky best friend that smuggles a grapefruit in his pants, is supposed to be your best friend. You shouldn’t know what he sounds like having sex … or listen to a woman begging for his big dick. I know it’s above average, because it’s impossible to ignore when he wears black slacks like he’s doing right now. It’s there—the pink elephant in the room. Fudge, it’s probably as big as an elephant. And no, I’m not admiring it. I love Lachlan and his. But, seeing a bulge like that is like seeing a woman with huge headlights—it’s impossible to overlook. It’s just kinda there, like boom look at me…
I’m talking about this too much, aren’t I? Shooty shootster, I am…
See, I’m super nervous as Whisky drags me over to their little group. The group with the woman’s husband. The husband who has to know his wife was being fucked by that grapefruit smuggling best friend of mine. Sheesh … I need to take a breather … I think I might actually have a panic attack, or worse, say something I shouldn’t.
We sidle up to their group and Bonez smiles my way, then frowns. “Maggie, are you okay?” he asks and I bob my head.
“Yep. Sure. Never better,” I lie, swapping my attention to Penny and her husband. She looks friggin amazing in a slouchy red sweater and jeans today. She even has makeup on that makes her even sexier. I didn’t even know that was possible.
“Hi, I’m Mags.” I offer my hand to her husband. It’s trembling when a fellow Carolina Rose, water drinking hunk, takes it into his and bends to kiss it. Crimson burns at my cheeks at his sentiment and Bonez chuckles.
“She doesn’t handle attention very well, Mikey.”
“I can see that.” His amused eyes meet mine, and with my hand still folded with his, he pulls me to him, forcing me into a friendly hug. I go stiff, not reciprocating. “You should get used to the attention, Maggie,” he whispers to my ear as I inhale a deep, anxiety-laden breath, instantly getting a head full of his intoxicating cologne.
Wowza.
My brain swims as he tacks on, “You’re simply delicious … Bonez has told me a lot about you,” before releasing me. Shaking my head to clear it, I find myself trying to stay upright on wobbly legs. Um … yikes … he’s smooth and good looking. Tall, lean, with a goatee and black hair with little flecks of gray sprinkled throughout. Heck, he’s even impeccably dressed. Everything about him screams money .
Standing next to me, Bonez throws his arm over my shoulder, tucking me to his side. I use him for support to regather my barrings.
“I’ll be right back,” Whisky comments and I peer over my shoulder to watch her greet Thor and his girlfriend who just
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