Pulling out of her, he leaned back on his haunches. “What the fuck that mean?” he asked, removing his cut and shirt.
“If something like this came up with me and another man...” She sighed and squirmed. “Me and Johnnie, I’m sure you wouldn’t be happy, but I’d want you to trust me and know that I’d never betray you.”
He stilled and stared at her.
“What?”
“That was my exact fuckin’ thought earlier, baby.”
She gave him a soft smile. “We know each other so well.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, getting off the bed to finish undressing. “Me and my cock about to know you even better.”
Two days later, Fee poured four glasses of wine, handing one to Kendall, another to Bunny and the other to Zoann, keeping the last one for herself. Her sister dropped in at her apartment at least once a week, and Bunny stopped by whenever she had time, sometimes with Meggie, and sometimes without.
After seeing her guys for five days in a row, without sex, Fee spent today, Sunday, doing laundry, and preparing for both her work week and her small party.
She’d invited all the girls over for an early dinner and girl time. Bailey was studying for a test and Meggie already had plans, so Fee’s first planned party was smaller than she’d anticipated.
Setting her phone aside, Zoann accepted her wine. “Thanks, baby,” she said, sipping immediately. Another message alert came through and she glanced at her phone screen. “Val misses me.” Her knowing smile held traces of naughtiness.
“The way you two text is sweet.” Bunny tasted her wine. “I, myself, leave little notes for Mark.”
“You don’t send him sexy pictures?” Fee glanced at the timer on her rice cooker. Four minutes left. They sat in the dining area, not too far from her kitchen counter. Her apartment had an open floor plan, which made it look bigger than it really was. “That’s what makes texting so awesome.” She wiggled her brows. “What the pictures suggest.”
Hmm. That was a point to consider for later, after the ladies left.
“No one texts as much as those two,” Kendall grumbled, lifting her chin in Zoann’s direction. “If you ask me, it’s rather juvenile.”
“Luckily for you, I didn’t ask.” Zoann snatched up her phone. “When I do, and that’s when hell freezes over, offer your fucking opinion. Otherwise, shut the fuck up.”
Kendall drained her glass in two gulps, then opened her mouth.
“I’m ready to serve dinner.” To divert an argument, Fee jumped up and grabbed Kendall’s hand. “Come help me put everything out.”
“Me, help put everything out?”
Her response, the outrage and offense clear in her expression, caught Fee off-guard. Didn’t Kendall cook and serve food at her own house? “Um, well, yeah.”
Zoann sniffed. “Is there anyone else in here named Kendall?”
“Of course not. I have the most unique name out of all of us. Especially Meggie. How many Megans do we know?”
“I can think of one or two famous Kendalls,” Zoann pointed out.
“Meggie isn’t here,” Bunny added with an irritated sigh. “Can you leave it alone for tonight?”
“I mean no harm,” Kendall swore with a straight face. “I was merely making a point.”
Zoann gulped more wine. “According to you, you never fucking mean any harm. When your teeth are knocked out of your smart-ass head, we won’t mean you any harm either.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Take it any way you see fit,” Zoann retorted with saccharin sweetness. “I was merely making a point. Like you. However, you need to watch what you say or shut the fuck up.”
“Uh, hey, you two,” Bunny hurried to insert. “I…my wedding plans are coming along great. I was hoping we could coordinate our schedules to start looking for dresses. I want a leather wedding gown and—”
“A leather wedding gown?” Kendall got to her feet to pour herself more wine. “Your precious Meggie isn’t here but her influence still shines through.”
“Shut up, Kendall.” Kendall’s continued sniping at Meggie strained Fee’s patience. “Leave Meggie out of this. She had a gorgeous gown.”
“If you say so,” Kendall said. “But if it was my wedding, I’d have everything coordinated. Meggie had peach and blueberry or some stupid colors. I’d have a snow white gown, a tiara with a beaded veil over my face, and turquoise for the bride’s maids.” Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she returned to her seat. “I can’t believe you’re getting a church wedding and I didn’t, Bunny.”