“Thank you,” I say, even though it’s starting to feel like congrats aren’t in order.
“Are you not eating?” Lottie asks right before she takes a large bite of her taco.
“Please.” Myla takes a seat. “As if I would skip out on taco bar. Ryot said he’ll get me a plate and bring it over.”
“That’s so sweet,” I say.
Myla smiles while her eyes find Ryot. “That’s Ryot, always thinking of me first before himself.” Myla waggles her brows. “Even in bed.” She then leans forward and says, “Girls, last night, I’m not kidding, I’m pretty sure I had an out-of-body experience.”
“Please, do share with us,” Lottie says as my cheeks heat. “And then we need to solidify this knitting club thing, because I’m serious about it.”
“Ooo, I’d love to knit,” Myla says.
“Then I think it’s official,” Kelsey adds while sipping her mimosa. “We’re going to become knitters, and Lia is going to teach us everything.”
“Wait . . .” Myla pauses. “Did you make those knitted potholders?”
“That was me.”
“Okay, you need to teach me because I love those things.” God, she’s so beautiful and friendly.
“See,” Lottie says. “They’re a crowd-pleaser and a much better wedding gift than the crystal orb we got from one of Huxley’s clients. What the hell are we supposed to do with that? Huxley wants to pawn it and then donate the money to someone random, like slip it in a card, hand them the card, and leave. I argued that what if that business associate ever came to our house and wanted to see the orb? We had to keep it. So it’s stuffed away in a closet. Anyway.” Lottie turns toward Myla. “Tell us about the sex.”
“Ryot really loves going down on me. I truly think it’s one of his favorite things.” I pick up my drink and start to sip it because I’ve never had such open conversations like this before. Not even with Breaker. Actually, never with Breaker. “Well, last night, he was sucking on my clit, while he had a vibrator inside me, and I nearly flew off the bed.”
I suck in my drink wrong and start coughing.
“You okay?” Kelsey asks while rubbing my back.
“Yes, sorry.” I cough a few more times. “Just drank that wrong.”
“You sure?”
I nod, my cheeks flushed from embarrassment.
A vibrator while he’s going down on her? Who knew that was even a combination?
“Huxley did that to me the other night, easily the best orgasm ever. Sure, I love it when he’s inside me, of course, but something about his tongue makes me lose my mind.”
“Same with JP,” Kelsey says. “But he likes using his fingers over a vibrator, and I do too because he is able to hit me in just the right spot.”
“What about you, Lia?” Myla asks, and then all eyes fall on me.
“Uh . . .” I look around. “Well, Brian, he uh . . .”
He doesn’t have sex with me a lot.
He doesn’t like going down on me.
He doesn’t like it when I give him a blow job because he says I don’t do it right . . .
“He’s not much of an oral guy,” I say, silencing the table.
The air immediately shifts from pleasant and fun to awkward and uncomfortable.
“But we’re working on that,” I say out of desperation, not to look like a total loser. “He’s busy a lot, so it’s hard to find time, especially since we don’t live together.”
“Oh, yes, when you live together, that will change,” Lottie says, but I can tell she’s just saying that to be nice.
“Totally,” Myla pops in.
“Living together changes everything.” Kelsey smiles.
“And you won’t have Breaker on the other side of the wall anymore, which I’m sure will be better,” Lottie says. “I can’t imagine what that must be like.”
“Especially after we ran into that girl who went to your wedding,” Kelsey says, trying to remember what she said. “What was her name?”
“Charise,” I say.
“That’s right.” Lottie snaps her finger at me. “Oh my God, she told us she had never in her life had orgasms like the ones she had with Breaker.”
Ones?
Plural?
“She went on forever about it in the grocery store—kind of awkward. She said she really wanted to see him again and asked us to say something. We didn’t,” Kelsey says. “He’s not a relationship kind of guy.”
“Makes you think, though,” Lottie says as she stares off at the men. “We might have underestimated the youngest Cane brother. He comes off all sweet and charming, but I bet you he’s the sexiest in bed out of all of them.”
“I could see that,” Myla chimes in.
“I don’t think it’s even a question,” Kelsey says. “I’m pretty sure that’s the case. Just look at him. No man can have those eyes and not fuck someone to their deathbed.”
Oh.
My.
God.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at Breaker the same.
“Also”—Kelsey leans in—“and you guys have to swear I never told you this, but JP told me a story once about Breaker.”
Lottie wipes her mouth with a napkin and says, “Tell us. Breaker has always been a mystery to me. I need to know more.”
Kelsey glances at me and says, “I’m sure you know this already, but JP told me he was on a business trip with Breaker once, and he picked up a girl at a bar. He took her back to the penthouse that he was sharing with JP. He said he had never heard a girl come that many times in his life. And it wasn’t just in their bedroom. Apparently, Breaker didn’t care about doing her in the kitchen, or on the dining room table, or out on the balcony.”
I swallow hard as a light sweat pricks out over my skin. Why can I see it in my head? Why can I clearly visualize his strong, masculine body pulsing into a woman on a balcony?
“With his brother in the other room?” Lottie asks and shakes her head. “God, that’s ballsy but really hot. I’m sort of into that whole people are watching me thing, but of course Huxley would never.”
“Neither would Ryot,” Myla says. “The number of times the man has whispered ‘mine’ into my ear.”
“Same,” Kelsey says. “JP would rather cut off his own penis than allow anyone to see me naked.”
I think about Brian and what he’d do. My initial thought is, he would . . . if the people paid us. And how shitty a thought is that?
“Anyway,” Lottie says. “Back to this knitting club. What do we need to get started?”
And just like that, we’re back to knitting.
Not sure I will recover from this conversation because, holy shit, I learned far too much about my best friend, things I never knew. Plural orgasms. I didn’t know that was a thing. And then Breaker’s words come back to me from yesterday.
“Fuck, if you were my fiancée, my wife, I’d never let you leave the bedroom. Your voice would be hoarse from every fucking orgasm I gave you.” Hoarse. From every fucking orgasm.
I clear my throat and try to act normal as the thought of Breaker fucking someone flashes through my mind. “Um, well, we will need yarn.”
“Hold on.” Lottie pulls out her phone and types away. “I’m taking notes. We’re going to make this happen.”