on my chin. “I just don’t want Violet to be hurt.”
“And you’re worried about that?” I prompt.
“It’ll be fine. She’ll be fine,” she says, possibly as much to herself as to me.
“You’re sure?” I don’t understand why Violet would be hurt, but then she’s a woman, and sometimes I don’t understand their reactions to things. Even Charlene, who I can read fairly well most of the time, has odd reactions on occasion.
She nods pensively. “I mean, I guess the most awkward part is that all my girlfriends’ significant others have seen me naked. But it could be worse, right? At least it wasn’t the whole team.”
Charlene is referencing the time Alex and Violet were caught fucking in the locker room. Alex had been ejected from the game for beating the shit out of a Toronto player. The guy had been taunting him, so it was somewhat understandable. The entire team walked into the locker room as a woman was screaming her way through an orgasm. That woman turned out to be Violet, now his wife.
All I saw were her legs wrapped around his waist.
In this case, all of our closest friends have seen Charlene’s pierced nipples, so it’s a little different, but I’d prefer to lessen her anxiety over this, rather than make it worse, so I don’t point that out. “Fortunately it was only a few of the guys.”
“What’re you going to tell them?”
I lift a shoulder. “I don’t have plans to tell them anything.”
“But won’t they ask questions?”
It’s my turn to shrug. “They can ask, doesn’t mean I’m going to answer.”
“But you can’t tell them nothing.”
I don’t understand her sudden panic. “Is there something you want me to tell them?”
“No. I don’t know. Just . . . all that stuff in the living room sort of paints its own picture, doesn’t it?”
“And that concerns you?”
“They’re going to think you use all that stuff on me.”
“You’re the one who surrounded yourself with it.”
“It was all stuff I thought you might be interested in,” she mumbles.
“Ah, now the truth comes out, but I’ll keep that little detail to myself, if that’s what you prefer.” I untwine our hands and hook her leg over my hip. “We can discuss details later, over dinner. Right now I have plans to fill you up again.”
Girls Be Gossiping
Charlene
Ever have one of those dreams where you know it’s not real but you can’t seem to pull yourself out of it? It happens to me all the time. I have this recurring nightmare where I’m locked in an RV and there’s no way out. The RV gets smaller and smaller, like I’m Alice in Wonderland and I’ve eaten the wrong thing. I’m growing, growing, growing while everything else is shrinking, shrinking, shrinking.
I wake up and instantly go into panic mode because I can’t move. It takes me several blinks and just as many seconds to realize I’m not in my bedroom, I’m in Darren’s, and it’s him I’m trapped under. Well, I’m not exactly under him, but he’s wrapped completely around me, which is . . . abnormal.
Usually Darren sleeps like Dracula, on his back with his arms crossed over his chest, and I starfish on the other side of the bed. But not today. Today we’re spooning.
I try to slip out from under his arm, but it tightens around me. “Oh no you don’t.” His voice is gravelly in my ear, and his lips brush my neck. “I’m taking full advantage of the fact that you being here means I don’t have to rub one out in the shower.”
“I’m so glad I can be helpful.”
He smiles against my shoulder. “Tools are helpful, Charlene. You in my bed this morning is a treat.”
My heart flutters at his words and the warmth of his lips on my skin. That fluttery feeling echoes through my body as his palm glides down my stomach.
“And I plan to enjoy you as I would the most decadent dessert,” he whispers in my ear before he bites the lobe.
By the time we’re done I’ve had two more orgasms, which Darren happily adds to his running tally. He quite literally keeps track of my orgasms, like they’re part of our sex stats.
I curl up against his side, blissed out enough that my brain and my mouth are on a disconnect, so I ask a question I’m not so sure I want the answer to. “Did you find anything out about the expansion draft?”
“Just that Alex and Randy are safe. The rest is up