Amber groans playfully. “God, I remember when we used to have sex that much.” There’s a hint of nostalgia in her voice. “To be fair, we still do it two or three times a week, but I’m not as horny as I used to be, and I wish I was. I probably need to get my hormones checked.”
Megan laughs. “And I remember when Kev used to come home on his lunch break just to go down on me. God, I need my kids to be in school full-time. My libido finally came back full force, but now we’re never alone.” She sighs. “That’s why I just wanna get drunk tonight with you ladies, let Kev get drunk too, and let alcohol work its magic. I love drunk sex. It makes me feel like a sex goddess.”
I’m about to chime in, when my phone buzzes in my lap.
Jensen
Babe, come down here. We’re having so much fun. Matt’s buying shots.
Jesus. More shots?
Jensen
I fuckin love you, babe. You’re the best. Best ass too.
Best road head giver too.
Sorry. Shots are hittin me.
I bite my bottom lip, smiling. He’s clearly had a few, but even out with the guys, drunk as can be, I’m still the number one thing on his mind. It’s definitely aturn-on.
I hope he gets home soon. Hopefully nottoodrunk, though—because drunk sex hits different when one person’s sober. It’s good, but it can be a lot.
There was one night, after one of Matt’s parties, when Jensen had been pretty drunk. I’d only had a beer, but when we got home… damn. The sex was hot—messy and a little sloppy—but oh, so good. He couldn’t finish, though. It just kept going and going, until finally, I had to laugh and tell him, “Okay, let’s pick this up in the morning.”
But even then, he was still so Jensen—sweet, determined, focused only on me. God, when he’s had a few? The things that man says in bed—mouth like a dirty poet, and hands that know exactly what to do.
I shift on the sofa, heat winding low in my stomach, pooling between my thighs just thinking of him whispering in my ear. Holy hell. I need him to come home.
Jensen
I’m so lucky. Like. Luckier than anyone. You’re pretty. Also Matt is dumb.
Did I already tell you what a great ass you have? I think your butt is the best. The best buttttttttt.
I let out a laugh, and the girls glance over at me. “The guys are drunk. Jensen’s probably one drink away from a real shitty tomorrow.”
“Typical Jensen. Never knows when to stop.” Megan smiles into her wine glass, taking a sip like what she said is nothing more than a harmless observation.
Her comment grates, but I force a smile, my stomach tightening in a way I can’t explain.
Sure, Jensen’s had his fair share of drunk nights, who hasn’t? But he knows when to stop. He’s always been good at that. He rarely even gets a hangover.
He’s fine.
I cross my arms, trying to shrug off the unease crawling up my spine. “He knows his limits,” I say, maybe a little too firmly.
Megan scoffs. “Ah, I forget you never met pre-thirties Jensen.”
“Well, he hasn’t been in his thirties that long. You’re saying three years ago he was just a complete shit show?” I ask, my defenses rising.
Megan glances over at me, brows raised like she hears the edge in my voice. “No… I’m just saying he’s been known to overdo it. But I guess we all did before we got married. I didn’t mean anything by it. I’ve just seen him at his worst, but that was a long time ago.”
I nod like I’m letting it go, but my chest stays tight—a little seed of something from Megan’s words planting itself deep within me. I take a breath, forcing my shoulders to relax. “Okay. Well thanks.” I gesture toward her bag, needing a shift in conversation. “What did you buy?”
A grin spreads across Megan’s face as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a monster dildo—a full-on, human-looking penis with a suction cup on the back. I blink at it, wide-eyed.
“This sticks to the shower wall. I’ve got one similar already, but this baby has all the bells and whistles. It vibrates and rotates—the whole works. I’m sooo excited to try it. Kev’s been traveling a lot for work, and this is gonna do me right.” She smirks so smugly you’d think she already took it for a test drive.
