Twisted(54)
“Hello? I am waiting for details. What happened?”
“We made sweet blissful love…for a really long time.” Jazz giggled and tossed her lipstick in her purse. “All right, it was more like fucking.”
“Aw, damn, tell me more. For real?”
“Oh yeah, I’m talking serious fucking. The kind that gives you a crimp in your back and makes you walk bow-legged for three days.”
Harper let out a long sigh. “I miss Deak. I’m on the way to the suite. So far he’s not picking up his cell.”
“They’re probably in the fitness room. Deak threatened to punish Simon for getting drunk last night by dragging him to the treadmill first thing this morning.”
“I’ll check there next if they aren’t in their rooms, but if I don’t find him by the time you arrive, I have to head out. I’m catering a ladies’ lunch and they’ll revolt if I arrive a minute later than planned.”
“I’ll find Deak for you, don’t worry. If it’s after you leave, I’ll make sure he sends you a dirty picture or two to tide you over.”
“Even better, send him back to me and you can have the truck again tonight. I only need him for maybe half an hour.”
“Half an hour? Girl, you slipping? Gray ate me out for longer than that. Multiple times.”
“Shut up.”
“Okay,” Jazz said cheerfully, taking the exit that led to the spa.
“You better not. Your transportation to your secret lover hangs in the balance. By the way, you sound ridiculously smug.”
“I am. I’ve never experienced anything even one-tenth as good as last night. And this morning.”
“Ah ha! That’s why you ignored my calls, you shameless hussy.”
“I really am sorry. But I was unavoidably occupied when you called.”
“Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
“He had his head between my legs,” Jazz began. “His fingers are amazing—guitarist thing, you know—”
“Uh yeah,” Harper replied drily. “Deak’s a bassist, remember?”
“But his tongue is even more wow,” she continued dreamily. “He has incredible reach. And skill. Did I ever tell you they called him Muffy Duffy in school? He had a rep for loving to go down on girls.” She didn’t mention that she’d seen the evidence herself that one time in his bedroom. She’d simultaneously been repelled and fascinated.
“That is both disturbing and oddly hot.”
“Uh-huh. Let me tell you, his technique is legendary. I swear, my toes haven’t uncurled yet.”
“Damn you. You better hope Deak can take an emergency dinner break to bring me a hot salami sandwich minus the bun.”
Jazz cackled and turned at the light. “I’ll deliver that message. So, um, about tonight? Pretty please? I promise I won’t be late again tomorrow.”
Harper let out a long-suffering sigh. “Never let it be said that I’m not a hopeless romantic. Or whatever the equivalent word is for assisting my friend in getting lots of head.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it. I mean, we appreciate it. You aren’t too behind for your ladies’ lunch, are you?”
“No. I don’t have to be there to set-up until eleven-thirty. I have an idea how this secret sex thang works, you know. I built in a window for…well, climbing out the window.”
Jazz had to laugh. “Good thinking. I’ll see you in a few. Thanks so much for everything. Especially for giving me a push.”
“And the boots,” Harper reminded her. “I must’ve psychically known that you would need them.”
“Oh yeah, definitely the boots.”
“You’re welcome. I’m happy for you guys. Though gotta say, I’m a little shocked about Gray being so good at…well, everything. He’s super hot, but boy, he hides a lot under that semi-sullen exterior.” Harper whistled. “Always the quiet ones.”
“He didn’t used to be quiet. You wouldn’t believe it now, but back in high school he was outgoing and had tons of friends.”
“I’m sure he had tons of girlfriends too. With that Muffy Duffy thing, he must’ve had to beat them off with your drumsticks.”
“Pretty much,” Jazz agreed. “God knows I couldn’t get anywhere near him.”
“You’re near him now, so make the most of it.”
“I am. And I will. Oh, and I don’t suppose you have any of those chocolate coconut popovers hanging around, do you?” Jazz grinned. “We might want a midnight snack later after we get done…collaborating.”