His eyebrows rose.“With you?Yes.”
Maxine and Maggie engulfed me in hugs and dragged me towards Vera and Julie.
“I want the tea,” Maxine demanded.“Is he as good in bed as he looks?Because that man looks bad.”
She frowned and shook her head.“Bad in the best way, you know what I mean?”
“I haven’t slept with him yet,” I admitted.
“What the fuck?”Maxine exclaimed.Bending over, she spoke straight to my vagina.“Do you need CPR?”
“Oh my God, Max,” Maggie scolded.
I laughed.“He’s the holdout.”
Both women turned to appraise him.
Luckily, deep in conversation with Miller and Bax, he didn’t see.
Maxine eyed me.“Is he scared you’re going to run?”
“He should lock you down with orgasms,” Maggie chimed in, her eyes trailing over her husband’s body.“Lot and lots of orgasms.”
Maxine shook her head.“You’re out of control.”
“I know,” she murmured.“Baxter said his dick is going to fall off.”
Maxine nudged her with an elbow.“A little CPR usually does the trick.”
I laughed.Ignoring the curious looks for the moment, I laughed hard, caught up in the wonder that these women were my friends.
Vera bounced over.“Who needs CPR?”
“Baxter said I’m going to make his dick fall off.”
“Oh.”She nodded wisely.“Offer him the back door.It’ll turn into a battering ram.”
Julie huffed.“And that’s a good thing?”
A sharp whistle pierced the air.
We all looked up.
Miller waved for us to follow him to the cooler.“Marshmallows, ladies!”
Maxine wrapped her arm around my waist and tucked herself under my arm.
Maggie looked over my shoulder, her face softening into a smile as Baxter caught her gaze.
Eric and John were laughing.
And Deacon.
Deacon was right there.
Smiling at me.
I turned to face Miller.
