Wild - Jaci Burton Page 0,7
Blair sniffed. “And frankly, he isn’t my type.”
Abby looked at Callie, then turned to Blair, both of them bursting into laughter. “Not your type? Not your type? Pu-leez. He is so your type. You practically drool every time he walks by.”
“I do not.”
“Do, too,” Abby insisted, glad the subject had shifted to someone besides her.
“Okay, so maybe I do need sex. Which does not by any stretch of the imagination mean that I need Rand McKay, understand?”
“Got it,” Abby said, though she and Callie exchanged another knowing glance. Oh yeah. Blair had it bad for Rand.
“I guess we all need a good fuck,” Blair said. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
Abby was almost afraid to ask. Blair had “that look” in her eyes. And when Blair had that look, it meant trouble. “What does that mean?”
“We need a bet.”
“Oh shit,” Callie whispered.
“Double oh shit,” Abby added.
“Cowards. You know damn well it’s what we all need. And another round.” Blair shifted on the bench and searched the now crowded bar, frowning when she couldn’t find their waitress. “I’ll be right back. Start thinking.”
After she left, Abby cast a desperate look at Callie. “I hate when she does this.”
Abby nodded. “Me, too. God only knows what kind of bet she’s going to come up with. I’m too old for this shit.”
Nevertheless, they both giggled like they had back in high school at the thought of having to endure a bet. Though frightening, they had always been fun. Blair was usually the instigator. And she was nothing if not inventive.
When Blair returned with a slightly irritated waitress in tow, she had that gleam in her eye. “I’ve got it. And margaritas, too.”
“You’ve got what?” Callie asked.
“The bet, of course.”
“Aren’t we a little too old for this? I mean, we’re way past high school.” Callie cast hopeful eyes in Abby’s direction.
“Callie has a point. We can’t very well toilet paper anyone’s house at our age.”
“For heaven’s sake, that’s not at all what I’m suggesting, and you know it,” Blair said. “And you’re right. We are past the days of egging and TPing. But the gauntlet’s been thrown, and I’ve suggested a bet, and you know damn well you can’t back out now.”
Callie mumbled under her breath about some people never growing up.
Abby groaned. She needed advice and commiseration, not a damn bet. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered asking for help when all she’d get in return was more chaos in her already frenetic life. “Okay, what is it?”
“Sex.”
Abby waited, but Blair didn’t say anything else. “That’s it? Sex?”
“Well, where’s the rest of it?” Callie asked.
“There is no more, you morons. God, isn’t that what we all want? One weekend of no-holds-barred, unbridled sex.”
“Sounds good to me,” Callie said. “But we hardly need a bet for that. The way things are right now, at least for me, we need a miracle. Where do you propose we get said sex?”
Blair wriggled in her seat. “Oh, this is where the fun comes in. Each of us takes a weekend turn. We have to enjoy one weekend of blistering hot sex. No strings, of course. It’s not like you have to locate and meet the guy of your dreams or anything. You just have to fuck someone.”
“That’s doable,” Callie said, munching on a nacho. “So what’s the catch?”
Abby smiled. With Blair’s bets, there was always a catch.
“The other two get to pick the guy.”
“Huh?” Had Blair really just suggested what Abby thought she suggested?
“You heard me. We get to choose your man. For example, if it’s Abby’s turn for her weekend of wild sexual mayhem, then Callie and I get to pick the guy who gets the honors.”
“You’re joking.” Abby’s eyes widened. “What if we don’t like the man?”
Blair cast a sly smile. “If you can’t trust your best friends to choose a man for you, honey, who can you trust?”
Callie looked as shocked as Abby felt. Sometimes Abby wondered if Blair had a screw loose somewhere. Then again, Blair had always been the most daring of the three of them. Abby shouldn’t be surprised by this bet.
“I don’t know, Blair. This is pretty risqué, even for you.”
“Oh for the love of dick, Callie. We’re not plotting espionage here. It’s sex. One weekend of sex. Orgasms galore. With trustworthy men. And we’ll monitor each other to be sure it’s safe.”
Abby looked at Callie and chewed her bottom lip, the words I don’t think so hovering on her tongue. Then she thought of Chad, of all the