I felt a blush creep over my face. “I…um…”
Mara laughed. “Take it easy on her, Claire, she’s new. And she’s obviously uncomfortable with your vulgarity.”
“Yeah, I can tell. Little miss Eva is ratherproper,” Claire said, faking an arch British accent for the last word. She took the sting out of her words with a grin and an elbow to my ribs. “We can fix thatrealquick, can’t we girls?”
“I’m not proper,” I said. “I’m just…” All three women just stared at me. “Okay, fine. I’m proper. It’s just the way I was raised.”
Dru snickered. “Hang with us long enough and you’ll forget all that bullshit.”
“Baxter is already making inroads on that, I believe,” I said. “He seems to take a sort of perverse pride in corrupting me, I think.”
Claire snorted. “I’ll bet he’s makinginroads. Big, long, hardinroads.”
I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me. “You’re ridiculous,” I said.
She wiggled her eyebrows at me. “You didn’t deny it, though, I notice.”
“Deny what?”
“That you’re taking Baxter’sinroads.” She leaned close to me and stage whispered. “By which I mean his dick.”
I blinked at her. “Um. We…he and I—I mean.” I sank lower in the booth, staring at my whiskey rather than the girls and their eager anticipation. “No, I’m not denying it.”
Claire howled in laughter. “HOLY SHIT! She admits it!”
“Wellobviouslyshe and Bax are fucking,” Dru said. “We all saw him honk her ass. He wouldn’t honk the ass of a woman he’s not fucking.”
“He didn’t…it wasn’t ahonk,” I argued. “It was just a little…squeeze.”
Claire reached out and gave my breast a slow, gentle squeeze. “That’sa little squeeze.” Before I could react to or even process the first time, she gave my breast a quick, rough squeeze. “Thatis a honk. He totally honked your ass.”
Mara sniggered. “And byhonked her assyou mean…” She finished the insinuation with a suggestive grin and a wiggle of her eyebrows
Claire choked, trying not to spew whiskey everywhere. “Might be a little soon for anal, even for Baxter, Mara. Little Miss Prim and Proper here probably doesn’t go for that shit anyway.”
“I’mnotprim and proper!” I snapped. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “And no, we didn’t do…that.”
“If you’re not prim and proper, then you’d say you didn’t let him fuck you in the ass,” Claire noted. “Which isn’t what you said.”
“Fine, I didn’t let him fuck me in the ass,” I said, keeping my voice pitched low, despite the volume in the bar. “Which I’m not sure is even possible anyway. He’s so big I can barely walk as it is. If he did that, I’d…” I shuddered and shook my head aggressively. “No. No way.”
“You gotta work up to anal,” Claire said, matter of factly. “Start small. Just his pinky finger at first.”
It didn’t feel real, to be having this conversation with women I barely knew, to be saying these things out loud. It was a rush, though, exhilarating and fun.
“Have youseenthe size of his hands?” I demanded.
Claire laughed. “He’s a monster, all right. He’s got those big ol’ football player hands.” She leaned into me. “He’s a Badd brother, though, and none of them are exactlysmall, you may have noticed.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I said, adopting a prim tone. “I only just met Baxter, after all.”
“Well I meant them as people, not their dicks in particular,” Claire said. “Jesus, you are a filthy whore, ain’t ya? Plannin’ on baggin’ more than one of the brothers, huh?”
“No!” I protested. “That’s not what I meant!”
Mara shoved my glass into my hands. “Claire has actually probably seen more Badd brother dicks than any of us.”
“That was an accident,” Claire said.
