swear those two can talk about briefs and tortes and crap all day long. I told Mack the only briefs I cared about were the ones I peeled him out of every night.”
“Jesus,” Payton hissed with a chuckle. “He wears briefs?”
Darien laughed. “Boxer briefs...well, if he wears anything at all. Which is why he kept getting me pregnant.”
“Oh my god, woman, way too much information about my best friend,” Kim ground out, waving a serving spoon in the air. “I did not need to know that.”
“I personally appreciate it when he’s commando,” Darien continued. “Easy access. Which is probably why I kept letting him get me pregnant.”
I made a gagging noise. “You Americans share far too much in regards to personal information. Particularly, sexually.”
Cassidy snorted. “Oh, please, little miss ‘protest too much.’ You can’t stand there and say you don’t wax poetic about the perfection of Hatch’s dick to anyone who will listen.”
“It was once, I was drunk, and it was just you four. Well, and Dani, but she’s somehow missing out on all of this. Lucky girl.”
“What am I missing out on?” Dani asked, waltzing into the kitchen.
“Maisie going on and on about Hatch’s perfect dick,” Kim provided.
I’m sure I blushed beet red as I squeaked, “I did not.”
“Actually, it was Darien discussing Mack’s briefs,” Payton said.
“Lack of them, thank you very much,” Darien corrected.
“Again, I do not need to know any of that,” Kim complained.
“I don’t think anyone needs to know it,” I added.
Dani laughed. “Maybe we should get you drunk again, Maisie. You share a lot when you’re drunk. It’s fun.”
“Bloody hell, you ladies are a bad influence on me.”
“Not according to Hatch we’re not,” Payton said. “He told Hawk you were a beast in bed that night.”
“He did not!” I squealed.
“No, he didn’t, but you should see your face right now.”
My friends burst into uncontrollable guffawing, and I considered dropping rat poison into their pies. In the end, I couldn’t help but laugh along with them, mostly because I had been a beast in bed that night. It had been an awakening of sorts for me, and Hatch had gone with it.
I may have sold my sex-toy company for close to a billion dollars, but I rarely tried the products out. We had interns and product reviewers for that sort of thing, but that particular night had been a game changer for me, and one I’d always cherish. I had a wonderful group of friends I felt safe losing control with, and an amazing man who used that lack of control to give me immeasurable pleasure. Who wouldn’t want that?
The evidence of Darien’s latest pregnancy came waddling into the room, his big sister Huxley on the chase. Mack and Darien’s eldest daughter, Harper, was playing pool with her dad, and Teagan, the daughter they had before Grayson was somewhere with Daisy.
“Mama!” Grayson squealed.
Darien scooped him up and squeezed him tight. “Hey, baby biker man.”
Huxley snagged a piece of cheesecake off the island. “Some of us are going to watch a movie...do you need me to keep watching him, Mom?”
“No, baby. Go have fun. I got him.”
“Is Flash with you?” I asked her.
“He’s probably somewhere texting Tate,” Huxley said.
I chuckled. “That makes sense.”
Tate was the daughter of one of our neighbors and she and Flash had been best friends since kindergarten. From the second they met, they were inseparable. Her dad, Zach, and Hatch got together at least once a week for a beer and Hatch said he was ‘way too cool to be an accountant.’
Huxley skipped off and Darien wrinkled her nose. “Someone needs a change. I can see why Huxley went to watch a movie.”
Darien carried her son out of the kitchen and the rest of us sorted food for everyone. As the new arrivals filed in, a few of their women joined us in the kitchen and I found myself wishing they lived closer. There was a bond I’d never experienced outside of club life.
Minus
“You still think I’m crazy?” I paced back and forth from one end to the other of the small bedroom, while Cricket sat calmly at the foot of the bed. Her hands folded in her lap.
“I never said you were crazy.”
“You know what? You’re right. You said I was wrong. But now I’ve got proof that he wants to start shit with me.”
“I’m not sure that’s entirely fair, Jase. It takes two to fist fight, and from where I was standing, it looked like you were both a split second