Whitney turned her face slowly to stare at her as if she hadn't realised how blatantly she'd been staring. "What?"
Fiona laughed. "Kayden Mitchell. You've been ogling at him all night."
"I have not been ogling," Whitney protested. "I've been…admiring his finger work."
I almost choked on my bourbon and cola.
"Of course you have," Fiona laughed.
"He has some impressive finger work," Holly teased. "Maybe you should try it out when he's finished this set." She wiggled her fingers back and forth in front of her.
"You guys." Whitney shook her head. "He's at least fifteen years older than me. His youngest brother is around our age."
"So?" Fiona asked. "Age is only a number. Especially with the lights off."
"Fucking him with the lights off would be a crime," Holly said on a sigh.
"You know, you're right," Fiona told her. "Whitney should definitely fuck him with the lights on, and tell us all about it afterward." Her expression suggested the matter was settled, but her eyes shone with amusement. Clearly expecting Whitney to argue.
"When have I ever kissed and told?" Whitney's lips twisted as she frowned at them both.
"When was the most recent occasion?" Fiona's expression was all innocence. "Let me see, a few weeks ago when—" She ducked to the side as Whitney scooped up an ice cube from her drink and tossed it at her. "Hey! I'm just saying, that's all."
"Remind me not to tell you anything ever again," Whitney said as Fiona and Holly burst out laughing. She rolled her eyes and looked over at me. "Can you believe these two?"
I raised my hands to either side. "I don't know what to say, he looks pretty fuckable to me. I say you should go for it." Besides, he'd been sneaking glances at her while he played and sang. She wouldn't have to try too hard to persuade him to spend more time with her.
"He has a kid," Whitney whispered loudly. She was at least three drinks in at this point.
"So do I," Fiona pointed out. "You don't see me being unnecessarily celibate, do you?"
"Not unnecessarily, no." Whitney fought back a smile at scoring a point off Fiona.
Fiona flipped her off with both hands. "This place needs some new blood. Preferably young, hot and single."
"Amen to that." Holly dropped her gaze and grimaced. "Maybe we need to start some sort of advertising campaign." She held up a hand in front of her. "Come for the views, stay for the women."
"I could get behind that," Whitney said while nodding slowly. "Maybe we could talk to Louisa about starting something. The town could use a boost. Or two, or three. Maybe a dozen."
I considered reminding them Josiah Lachance was young, hot and single, as far as I knew, but I pressed my lips together instead. Was it because of their animosity toward him, or something else? The idea of him with any of my friends made me strangely uncomfortable. Like he was a puzzle I wanted to solve myself. If he'd ever give me the chance.
"Leah, do you know any city men who might like a tree change?" Fiona asked. "Preferably several of them."
"How many do you need?" Holly laughed.
Fiona sniffed as if she might actually be offended. "I have three holes and two hands, don't I? Why limit myself?"
"You go girl," Whitney said approvingly. "Don't forget one of those holes can take two cocks at once."
Almost in unison, we all sighed.
After a minute or two of reflective silence while we enjoyed the band, I got the courage to say, "Have any of you ever…"
I swallowed, not sure if the question was overstepping. They seemed comfortable talking about sex, but I was still a newcomer. They might not want to discuss intimate details around me. I never would have asked anyone else a question like that though. I had friends back in the city, but not close ones andnot ones who thought fucking was a conversation to have around the table.
Fortunately, none of them seemed to mind me asking. They took it in stride like they did with most things.
"I wish," Fiona said. "No one I've been with has been that creative, or wanted to bring in a third."
