Gamble's stunned voice floated into the room. "You're getting married? Holy shit, guys. I was only out of the loop for a couple weeks. I knew Ten was moving in with Hamilton since I left him homeless so I could move in with my girl. But Pick's married with a kid, Lowe's engaged, and Ten's turned to sleeping with married women? Shit. Pretty soon you'll be telling me Hamilton here's lost his v-card." After a moment of silence, Gamble exploded, "Holy shit! Hamilton lost his v-card?"
When a round of chuckles answered him, Gamble joined in. "Well, congratulations, bud. What'd you think?"
"What'd he think?" Ten's incredulous voice snorted. "The guy had sex for the first time. She could've been the lousiest lay on earth; if he came, he liked it!"
"She wasn't lousy." Hamilton sounded offended, which made me smile. It was nice to hear a guy defend a girl instead of trash talking her to his friends.
"Oh, yeah?" Ten sounded intrigued. "She climb on top of you and take control or let you think you were in charge?"
"Hey, easy. Lay off the kid," Pick scolded. "He doesn't have to give details."
"What the hell ever. I want to know everything. When, where, how long, which positions. How many times you made her come."
"I don't—" Quinn started, only to cut himself off abruptly.
"Well, spit it out," Ten demanded. "Don't leave us hanging now. You didn't what?"
I could almost feel poor Quinn blushing from all the way inside the house. His voice was more of a mumble when he finally admitted, "I don't know if I actually made her . . . I mean, how do you know?"
Silence greeted his question. Finally, Ten said in a scandalized, horrified kind of voice, "You didn't make her come?"
More silence. Then, "I don't know."
"Trust me, Ham. You'd know," Gamble said.
"But . . . how?"
Ten snickered. "Did she scream your name, claw your back, chant, 'ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, harder faster. Right there, Quinn. Fuuuuuuck me!'"
"Which is proof the ladies obvious fake it with you," Mason said dryly.
"Hey, fuck you, man. How do you know when it happens then, oh great and mighty Lowe, king of all sex gods?"
"You can feel it," Mason shot back. "That sweet little muscle contracts around your junk right about the time her eyes roll into her back of her head and her back arches up and her thighs clamp around you."
I gagged a little, not wanting to think about him—or Reese—in that way. Startled by my reaction, Skylar broke away from my nipple and seemed confused. I was so busy trying to help her latch back on, I almost missed it when Pick answered, "He's right. You can definitely feel it milking your dick."
Immediately, I went hot all over, imagining him that way. With me. God . . . I thought it was the pregnancy hormones that made me horny for him. But I wasn't pregnant anymore, so I should've been over this by now.
"Yep," Gamble added with a single affirmative as the conversation continued.
Ten snorted. "Whatever. You can't feel that shit."
"Maybe you're not big enough to feel it then." Mason snickered.
"Oh, look who's bragging about his size today?" Ten sounded suddenly put out.
As if to save him from feeling deficient, Quinn quickly said, "I don't think she came, then. How do I—" Once again, he cut himself off, but everyone, me included, knew exactly what he was asking.
"Sounds like you need to put your tongue to work." Pick's suggestion made me realize I'd grown wet. How freaking embarrassing. Just his voice and the word tongue aroused me.
"Huh?" Quinn was obviously confused.
Pick clarified. "You. Need. To. Lick. Her."
"Lick her?"
"Oh my God." I envisioned Pick spinning to glance incredulously at the other three guys with his hands in the air. "Is he serious?"
"He was sheltered," Ten explained. "Raised by his grandma."
"Oh . . . well, then. Hell yeah, lick that girl. Behind the ear, down the neck, between the breasts, all over her nipples, right up in her *, down her—"
"Right up in her . . . what?"
I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing aloud over Quinn's horrified tone.
"Especially there," Gamble added, and I found myself nodding in agreement.
Right behind my ears, down my neck, and all over my breasts were already burning as if they'd just physically experienced Pick's verbal assault. But between my legs burned the hottest; it could handle Pick's tongue quite nicely.
"Spreading jelly on it and licking that off works well, too."
I grimaced. Oh, no, no, no. That was something I never wanted to know about Mason. Eww. I hoped to God he wasn't talking about something he'd done with Reese. I'd never be able to eat a PB&J from our kitchen again.
"Damn, Lowe. Getting creative over there."
"I'm definitely going to have to try that on Aspen."
I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing aloud. Wow. I had no idea guys actually had these kinds of discussions with each other.
"So, you seriously lick . . . there? And she doesn't mind?"
"Mind? Why would she mind? Chicks fucking love that shit. I get requests for it all the time. Ten, baby, it's your turn to go down on me tonight."