“What do you mean?” Nic asks and just like that, all of the focus shifts to me. I blink at my new friends and try to find a way to clear my head enough to explain.
“He makes me lose my clothes, my words, my heart.”
“Awww!” Sam exclaims. “I mean, ew about the sex with my brother, but aww!”
“He made me lose my virginity.” My mouth is running now and I’m ticking off each item with my fingers. I’m pretty sure I’m miscounting.
“He was your first?” Nic asks.
“Yeah.” I nod dreamily. “He was good even then. Of course, it took a while before I started having orgasms just because I was nervous and stuff, but holy shit the man has a cock on him!”
“Oh my god, okay you can stop now,” Sam says and wrinkles her nose. “Ew.”
“No, keep going,” Brynna says and claps her hands. “Are we talking meh or holy fucking shit?”
“Holy fucking shit,” I reply with a wise nod. “Since he was my first, I didn’t know that wasn’t normal, but then I fucked a couple losers after him, and they were sooooo tiny.” I hold up my pinky finger to show them and they all laugh.
“Okay, my turn to say ew,” Jax says with a shudder.
“What are you packin’?” Stacy boldly asks.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not even on a scale.”
“Prove it.” Meg stands and circles the table, straddles Jax’s lap and dives for the button on his jeans.
“Uh, Meg, you’re a beautiful woman, but I’m gay and you’re getting married.” Jax’s face is almost panicked, making us all laugh.
“Are you scared?” she asks him with narrowed eyes.
“Yes.” He nods as he lifts her off his lap.
“I just wanted to see it.” She pouts and plops down in her chair.
“We need more drinks.” I signal for the waitress.
“I want to text my man,” Nic says and begins typing on her phone.
“No! We said we weren’t going to.” Stacy shakes her head adamantly then seems to rethink her stance. “Wait. I wonder if they miss us.”
“Where are they again?” Jax asks.
“Probably a strip club,” Meg pouts again.
“No, I doubt that. I think they’re gambling.” Nat pats Meg’s shoulder and smiles widely.
“Do you guys have any idea how many women are probably flirting with our men?” Sam asks suddenly. “They’re hot. And about half of them are famous. Oh God, what have we done?”
“So, let’s remind them what they already have.” Brynna’s grin spreads and she stands quickly. “Everyone to the bathroom! You too, Jax.”
“I’m not going in the ladies room,” Jax says. “No way.”
“Jax! How can I take a photo of your dick for Logan from out here?”
Jax chokes on his tequila and sputters, “I didn’t realize that was in the plans for this evening.”
“When did you become such a prude?” I stand and drag Jax up with me. “This is a man who used to have a whole folder of dick shots in his phone.”
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“We know each other’s passcodes on our phones, Einstein.”
“That’s not so we can snoop. That’s so we can destroy any evidence if the other is incapacitated.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea! Here, Nat, here’s my passcode,” Jules says as she stumbles on her mile-high heels toward the restroom.
“Save our table! We’ll be right back,” Sam calls to the bartender who waves us off as we stumble away and file into the bathroom.
Thankfully, it’s empty.
“Lock that door, Nic.” Meg grins and stares at all of us. “Okay, what are we doing?”
“Boob shots,” Brynna says. “We’re going to send our guys photos of our boobs.”
“Can we send them all your boobs?” Jules asks. “You have the best boobs.”
“No,” Bryn laughs as she strips out of her shirt. “They’ll know they’re not yours.”
“Why do I have to be here for this?” Jax asks.
“Because you’re taking the photos,” Sam says with a grin. “You’re the luckiest man in this hotel.”
“And it’s completely lost on me. Okay.” He shrugs and takes a photo of our naked chests with each of our phones. “That’s all of you.”
“Now you,” Nat says and tosses her long dark hair over her shoulder.
“No way. No dick pics for Logan.” Jax shakes his head adamantly and then pins me in a stare. “No, Meredith.”
“You do know her name!” Nic exclaims and then snorts. “Oh God, I’m not even drunk and I just snorted.”