My zoning out for a moment as I ate was cut short when I heard Delilah snickering a laugh and puckering her lips with a handful of exaggerated kisses.
“Listen, I’m not into women, even if I do like blondes.” She said to Henley, continuing whatever the pair had been talking about. “I also know you’re straight as fuck, too. But if you want me to help you out for a second, then this is a limited time offer – one kiss. Quick. No tongue. Just to make it so the last kiss you had is a great one. Because, and I’m not egotistical, I happen to know I am a great kisser.”
Henley burst out laughing as she put her bottle down in favor of another slice of pizza. “You trying to hit on me, Lilah? Have you got a secret crush or something because I don’t know if you deserve me – you ate the last croissant at breakfast.”
“If I wanted to make you my girl, I would,” Delilah winked. “But right now, I’m offering as a friend.” She snatched a bite of pizza, chewing before she added. “Plus, that croissant was so good. I want Kody to make more again – he’s disgustingly talented with food.”
I couldn’t agree more and as we descended into a food conversation for a while it did nothing but make me hungry and remind me I ought to wife up Kody before he found a woman that didn’t get him almost killed every day so they could spend the rest of their lives being happy little white picket fence people, enjoying their delicious food.
Eventually Henley sighed and sat up properly, finished with her food and – rather excellently – not interested in her drink anymore.
“I have a question that’s probably nosy, but I don’t care. I wanna ask.” She looked at Delilah as she spoke, so I could sit back and happily munch away and listen to their gossiping.
“Sure.” Delilah drawled.
“Do you like Widow?” Henley blurted out.
Delilah didn’t bat an eye at the question. “Of course.”
“I don’t mean as a friend.”
“Are you asking if I would fuck him?”
“Pretty much.”
Delilah didn’t answer. She just sipped the drink, over and over and over. Then she sighed.
“I made out with Kellan last night. We were playing a game, and it turned into dares. That boy has the tongue of a God.”
“What the fuck?” Henley groaned. “That’s two of Widow’s guys you’ve got with now – he’s gonna put a bullet in your head.”
“He was there too. He liked it; trust me.” Delilah winked and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. Partly out of shock, mostly because I felt like I was hearing someone talk about my brother’s sex life or something, and it was thoroughly not suitable for my ears.
Henley threw herself back on the daybed, bringing a cushion over her face, agreeing with my sentiment.
“Now I want a bullet in my head.” She mumbled before she chucked the cushion back and sat up, scowling.
Delilah tilted the bottle back to her, her jaw ticking as she fought a smile.
“Feel free to tell me how much you want to kill me dead.” She sipped again. “In return I’ll tell you just how big your cousins dick-” she was cut off to a pillow to the head before she said between laughs, “If you don’t stop coming out here each night to cry and feel sorry for yourself then I’ll give you a graphic tale of what Widow and I did last night. And trust me, you’ll wish you were dead by the time I finish it. It’s kinky as fuck, and I have no boundaries when it comes to sharing.”
Their playful bickering continued long into the night, me joining in, too. And though it was probably silly of me to take over drinking Henley’s bottle of alcohol, I didn’t feel bad about it. I just enjoyed the night of drinks, food and friends, pretending that things were normal and this was my life now.
I wasn’t a captive. I wasn’t a gangster. I was just a girl having fun.
Eventually Henley called it a night, and slinked off to bed, Delilah and I following a moment later. Despite not wanting to gossip about my friends, I was far too curious not to ask a single question as the pair of us walked through the kitchen together, heading upstairs.
I glanced sideways. “So you and Kellan? And Widow?”
“It was a lie,” Delilah instantly laughed. “I figured Henley needed something to pull her out of her funk and I know she likes to pretend she hates Widow and his friends, so I figured I’d give her something she would be grossed out to hear.”
My brows rose and my heart warmed. “So you didn’t do sex things with anyone?”
“Not yet,” she giggled.
“Yet?” I laughed along with her.
She shrugged. “I’m not going to pretend not to find them hot, but trust me, there is nothing there but friendship. I would never steal Tanner’s boyfriend from him. At least not until he’s awake and can fight for him. Plus, I like all of them equally, even Darius – there’s no way I could pick one to date. So until they decide to fight to the death for my honor or something, I’m not interested in anything other than being friends.”
