“Yes, sir,” I respond playfully.
“I’m gonna spank you later.”
“Oh, good,” I grin at him and he shakes his head as he meets the driver by my car, giving him instructions.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Who called them?” Natalie asks and points a drunk finger toward the door. We follow her manicured hand to find Caleb and Matt sauntering to us, trying not to smile.
Gosh, the Mungumrys are pretty.
“We don’t want to go home yet.” Jules pouts.
“The bar is trying to close, Jules,” Matt tells her. “We need to start taking you guys home.”
“I’ll call Nate and have him pay them to stay open longer,” Jules reaches for her phone, but Matt just laughs at her.
“Uh, Jules, it’s against the law for them to stay open any later than this.”
“Well, shit,” Sam mutters.
“Yeah, shit,” I mutter in agreement. “Okay, let’s go.” We all slam our last shot, grab our bags and head toward the door.
Thank goodness my feet are still intact this time.
“I’m gonna go get some orgasms!” Natalie announces to all of us as we stand on the sidewalk and wait for Caleb to bring the car around.
I grin and raise my fist to bump hers. “Hey! I can get some this time too! Wait.” I turn my blurry eyes to Matt. “Did Will get home?”
Will had to travel to New York this weekend for an away game. I hate it when he’s gone.
“Yes, he’s waiting for you at home,” Matt replies with a half-smile.
“Good! Orgasms for me!” The girls all laugh and high five each other, half of us missing the others hands in our drunken stupor.
Caleb pulls up to the curb in a mini-van that he must have borrowed from someone to cart us all around in. He hops out of the drivers’ seat to help Matt get us all in and settled, then Matt gets in the drivers’ seat and Caleb in the passenger seat.
“I need orgasms,” Brynna pouts. She is hilarious drunk. This dark haired woman is a vixen when given some liquid courage.
“That one guy who was dancing with you would have given you some,” I remark with a smirk and Caleb’s head whips around to glare at us.
“What man?” he asks, his voice low and hard.
“Just some dude who wanted to get his groove on,” Natalie responds. “And by groove, I mean giving Bryn some orgasms.”
We all laugh, like that’s the funniest thing we’ve ever heard. ‘Cause it is.
“Hey, are you guys good at giving orgasms?” I ask the brothers and then smirk when Matt shakes his head ruefully and Caleb puts his hand over his eyes, trying to hold onto his patience. “I bet you are. I bet it’s ‘netic, ‘cause Will can give some fucking good orgasms.”
“I want some rough sex,” Sam responds. “I like to be spanked.”
“Seriously?” Brynna asks, her eyes wide.
“Haven’t you ever been spanked?” Sam asks her, and Brynna shakes her head no.
Hmm… I think I’ll have Will spank me tonight.
“It’s totally hot,” Sam tells her and we all nod in agreement. Matt shakes his head again as we turn a corner.
“What’s wrong, Matt?”
“Must you guys talk about sex?” he asks. “I’m related to most of you.”
“What’s wrong, you don’t like it rough?” Brynna asks with a smirk.
Because I’m sitting right behind him, I hear him mumble, “You have no idea how rough I like it.”
“Dude,” Caleb scolds him. “Shut it.”
“What? They’re talking about it.”
“Yeah! I need to get laid,” Brynna mumbles again. “Seriously guys. Like laid for days. Like, we just do it over and over and over…”
“Enough!” Caleb yells, startling all of us.
Matt laughs at him as we all look at each other.
“I think Caleb needs to get laid too,” Jules remarks with a smug smile. “Nat, how do you spell orgasm?” she asks, her face practically pressed to the screen of her phone.
“You don’t spell it, you feel it.”
“No, I’m texting Nate and I’m gunna tell him I need some.”
“I think he knows,” I tell her. Well, the one on the right. There are three of her. “Nate looks like he gives really good orgasms.”
“Oh, he seriously does. I never realized what that apa could do until I met him.” She’s nodding and texting and I’m stunned.
“He’s pierced?” I squeak.
“Yep.”
“Holy shit!”
“No way!”
“Why?!”
All the girls are stunned, throwing questions out at once, but I’m speechless. Holy shit. He’s pierced.
Lucky Jules.
“I wonder if Will would get pierced?” I ask the van at-large, but both Matt and Caleb respond with a loud, “No!”
Suddenly, Caleb’s phone is ringing. “Hey, man.”
“Who is that?” Jules asks.
“Yeah, we have them and we’re on the way to your place first.” Caleb says as he looks back at Nat, who is curled in a little ball with a grin on her pretty face.
“Are you thinking about orgasms?” I ask her.
“Mmm hmm.” She confirms. “Luke’s good at them too.”
Lucky bitch.
We’re all lucky bitches.
Well, those of us getting orgasms.
“Luke’s waiting for you, Nat.” Caleb tells her as he hangs up the phone.
“I know,” she smiles.
“There is no one at home to smack my ass,” Sam remarks darkly, a scowl on her beautiful face.
“You should have picked someone up at the bar,” Jules replies. “Nat, how do you spell pussy?”
Matt chokes on the soda he was drinking. “Seriously, Jules, shut up! You’re my sister!”
“Oh, stop. I’m a grown up. I’ve been having sex for more than a decade.” She waves him off. “Meg, how do you spell cock?”
“I don’t know,” I wrinkle my forehead in thought. All my words are gone. “Shit, I have ‘nesia!”
“Shit,” Brynna replies. “I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you’re not supposed to spell it, Jules, you’re supposed to suck it.”
“Sonofabitch,” Caleb mutters and answers his ringing phone. “Hi Will. I sound like this because these drunker than fuck women won’t stop talking about sex…”
I rip the phone out of his hand. “Hey, sssssexy football player.”
“Hi, honey. Are you having fun?”
God, his voice is hot.
“Yeah. I want orgasms. I get to have them this time, right?”
He laughs in my ear and I smile. “As long as you don’t throw up, yes.”
“I won’t throw up,” I frown. “I want you to smack my ass. Sam reminded me that I like that. But I have ‘nesia ‘cause I can’t remember how to spell pussy.”
“Uh, Meg, my brothers are right there.”
“I know your brothers are right here!” I roll my eyes and giggle.
“They’re my brothers too!” Jules yells at him.
“Jesus, you guys got really drunk.” Will chuckles.
“Well, yeah. It’s a bitcherlet party, Will.” I squirm in my seat. “Now, as I was saying. You know where I have my clit…” Before I can say another word, Caleb takes the phone back, scowling at me.
“Dude, what is up with all these horny women?” he asks Will.
“Hey! I wasn’t done!”
“Meg,” Jules peers over at me. “My brothers don’t want to know that you have your clit pierced.”
I hear Will yelling on the phone, even over the girls gasps, and then Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Yes, she told.”
Matt glances at me in the rearview and I shrug. “What?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“Hey, it makes things interesting.”
We pull up to Nat’s house, and Luke comes out to gather his girl. He smiles sweetly at he
r as he lifts her out of the van.
“Welcome home, baby.”
“Hi, handsome.” She cups his face in her hands and kisses him deeply as he carries her inside and waves back at us.
“Orgasms,” Brynna sighs and sits back in her seat.
Next stop is Nat and Jules’ old house where Brynna and her girls have been living for the past few months. Brynna steps out of the van, but stumbles, and Caleb easily lifts her in his arms and smiles down at her as she wraps her arms around his neck.
“You don’t have to carry me,” she murmurs to him as he walks to her front door.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he mumbles back and I sigh. Gosh, he’s sweet. All the guys are so sweet.
“I like sweet guys,” I announce.
“Why?” Jules asks.
“I dunno.” I frown and think about it. “They taste good.”
Sam nods in agreement. “They do. But they taste good when they’re naughty too.”
“Oh, yeah.” I remember. “Okay. I like sweet, naughty guys.”
Caleb climbs back in and we take Sam home. “You okay?” Matt asks her as she climbs out of the van.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I have to go call Brandon.”
“Who’s Brandon?” Jules asks.
“Fuck buddy. I need to be spanked. ‘Night all!” And with that she disappears into her downtown apartment building.
“Atta girl!” I yell at her. “You go get some.”
Jules smirks and looks over at me. “I’m so glad we did this.”
“So fun,” I agree.
“We’ll do it again when you get married.”
I frown at her and shake my head. “Not getting married.”
“Why?”
“Will will leave me before that.” I shrug and sigh. “But I’ll enjoy him for now.”
I look up to find Caleb and Jules both scowling at me, and Matt eyeing me again in the mirror.
“What?”
“Why would he leave you?” Caleb asks quietly.
“They always leave.”
“Who?” Matt asks.
“People I love.” I sigh again and look at Jules who is watching me with understanding eyes. She and Nat are the only ones who really know. “I can’t tell him, Jules. If I tell him I love him, he’ll go.”
“No he won’t, sweetie.” She squeezes my hand and then grins. “He’ll fuck the shit out of you.”
“No he won’t.” I shake my head. “He says he never fucks me. Even when he fucks me.”
“What does that mean?” she asks with a frown as the guys up front share a glance.
“I dunno.” We pull up to Jules’ building. “Go get your apagasms.”
“Okay.” She smiles widely at the tall, devastatingly handsome man walking out to the curb to claim her. “See you Saturday.”
Nate lifts her in his arms and waves at us before carrying her back inside out of the cold. They’re so pretty together. Their babies will be knock outs.
I snort.
Knock outs. Nate used to fight. Why this is so funny to me, I’m not sure, other than it’s still the alcohol talking.
I must fall asleep because suddenly the van door opens again and Will leans in, smiling gently at me. “Hey, lazy girl. Let’s get you inside.”
He lifts me easily out of the van and I wrap myself around him, so happy to be cradled in his strong arms.
“Thanks guys. Have a good night.”
“No problem, man. Good luck with her.”
My eyes are closed, but I can hear Caleb’s grin.
“Good night, boys. Go find some orgasms,” I instruct them and can’t help but smile at their laughter.
I love these guys.
Will carries me inside and sets me on the kitchen counter. I brace my hands on the edges of the dark granite and dangle my feet, watching him move about, pouring a glass of water and grabbing pills out of a drawer.
“Here, take these and drink the whole glass and you won’t be hung over tomorrow.”
“Did you win tonight?” I ask and do as I’m told.
“Yes.” His eyes are happy as he watches me follow his directions. When the glass is empty, I wipe my mouth with my arm and lick my lips.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He puts the glass in the sink and then stands between my legs, his arms wrapped around my ass, and nose even with mine.
“Did you get tackled a lot?” I ask with a frown.
“No, not much,” he responds with a soft smile.
“I don’t like it when you get bagged.”
“That’s sacked, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “I’m fine.”
“You’re so tall.”
He just smiles at me. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Nah, I’m just a normal girl. Your groupies are beautiful.”
“They’re not my groupies. And they’re not beautiful. You are. I love your hazel eyes and soft auburn hair. I love your soft skin.” He wraps his arms tightly around me and nuzzles my nose with his. “I love you, Megan.”
I sigh and wrap myself around him, legs around his hips, arms around his neck, and bury my face in his neck. He lifts me and carries me upstairs like this, and helps me out of my clothes, then tucks me into the bed.
He’s standing at the side of the bed, looking down at me with humor and love. I hold my arms out. “Come to bed.”
He strips down, and I’m reminded of that first night in my townhouse when he took me home from the engagement party, and how far we’ve come since then. He slips in behind me and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my middle. My eyes are heavy from the alcohol and the dancing.
“Sleep,” Will whispers to me.
“But I wanted orgasms,” I whisper back. Will chuckles softly and brushes my hair back off my face.
“I’ll give you lots of orgasms tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I sigh and link my fingers with his. “Love you, too,” I whisper so softly, just before I drift to sleep, and don’t hear Will’s gasp of surprise, or feel the wide smile spread across his face.
* * *
I wake to sunshine and the smell of bacon.
Oh, sweet God, bacon. I lay in the bed, flat on my back, and take stock. Stomach isn’t rolling. Room isn’t spinning. Head doesn’t hurt.
I sit up and run through the same list. All systems are a go. And the bacon is making my mouth water.
I love Monday mornings. Will usually has the day off, which means I get to spend the morning with him.
I hurry to the shower and scrub last night off my body. Face, hair and body are all buffed and washed and scrubbed until I’m squeaky clean and feeling ten times better. I brush the hell out of my teeth, comb my wet hair, pull on one of Will’s old jerseys and his boxer-briefs and go hunt him down.
He’s in the kitchen, adding fruit to two small bowls. He’s made pancakes and bacon and he looks delicious himself in faded, torn blue jeans and an old black t-shirt. The arms of the shirt hug the muscles in his biceps and I can’t stop myself from walking over and kissing him there, just below the hemline.
“Good morning,” I murmur.
“Good morning.” He smiles down at me and kisses me chastely. “How do you feel?”
“Better than I expected to.”
“No hangover?”
“No. I feel good. The shower helped too.”
“Good.” He hands me the fruit bowls, grabs the plates and leads me to the dining table where he’s set up coffee and juice.
“This is fantastic. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” We dig in and oh my God, it tastes like heaven.
“I had no idea you could cook.”
He laughs and shrugs. “I really can’t. Breakfast is all you’ll really get out of me.”
“Mmm.” I take another bite of pancakes. “Really good.”
“You were hungry,” he remarks with a smile.
“Yeah. We didn’t eat much last night.”
“I figured as much.
Do you remember much of it?”
I wrinkle my forehead and think back. “I remember dancing and laughing and drinking a whole lot.”
“Do you remember the ride home?” His eyes are dancing with humor.
“I think I talked to you on the phone.”
“You did.”
“And we were all talking about orgasms. I didn’t get any, did I?”
He shakes his head and laughs. “Uh, no. You passed out on me.”
“Typical.” I shrug. “It was a lot of fun.”
“Good. You deserved it.”
“I guess work won’t suck too badly today.”
“You have to work today?” He asks with raised brows. I finish my meal and sit back, juice in hand.
“Yeah. Some of the others are on vacation and I couldn’t rearrange the schedule.” I shrug again. “It’s okay. I work tonight through Thursday and then I’m off until next Tuesday.”
“Four nights this week?” Will asks as he clears the table. I stand to help him, but he waves me off. “I’ve got this. Just relax.”
“Yeah, I picked up an extra shift.” I don’t tell him it’s because I could use the extra money to replace my car. “So, before our drunken stupor last night, Jules offered to help me get ready for the ball on Saturday. She has a dress for me to borrow and everything, so that’ll be fun. I think Nat and Sam are going to come too.”
“That’ll be fun. I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.” He smiles at me, but I feel like something’s wrong.
“What is it?”
“What?”
“Something’s wrong.” I stand and cross to him. He leans his ass against the countertop and I lean against him, wrapping my arms around his waist, looking up into his handsome face. He frowns and tightens his lips.
“I was hoping to spend the day with you today. I was gone for three days, and I missed you.”
I raise myself on tip-toe and kiss his lips softly, pulling on his lower lip with my teeth. “I missed you too, football star.”
His hands slide from my thighs over my ass, under his jersey and up my back. “You feel so good.”
I raise my arms and he pulls the jersey over my head and throws it on the floor. I pull the hem of his shirt up and he helps me pull it over his head, and I can’t help but step back and take in the muscled perfection before me. God, all that hard work pays off.