I don’t even bother getting my yarn out of my bag as I take a seat on Kelsey’s couch. I called an emergency meeting after last night, and the girls were more than happy to accommodate. The men, not so much.
Lottie sets down a plate of mini quiches that Reign made, as well as a plate of his delicious croissants.
“Seemed like a croissant moment,” she says.
Kelsey brings over a bowl of jelly, plates, and utensils while Myla files in with drinks.
“What’s going on?” Kelsey asks.
Getting straight to the point, I say, “You guys were right. He has a plan, and he’s executing it.”
Lottie leans over and grabs a mini quiche. Before popping it in her mouth, she says, “The Cane men always have a plan . . . always.”
“What happened?” Myla asks.
I go into detail about the night and how we shared a nice dinner, and he was all handsy, but conversation was normal. And then when it came to dessert . . .
“Wait, he had a dildo with a remote and then put you in the tub?” Lottie asks, blinking.
My cheeks are flaming as I nod. “Yes. And let me tell you, never in my life have I ever done anything like that. Not even by myself.”
“I knew he was the kinkier one,” Lottie whispers.
“That’s not even the kinkiest part,” I say.
Myla lifts her drink to her lips and says, “Please tell us.”
“Uh, well, he told me to suck him off while the vibrator was still inside me.”
The girls all sit there, partially stunned.
“And I did,” I add.
Lottie swallows and asks, “How was his dick?”
“Like a freaking log.”
The girls let out a boisterous laugh.
“Seriously, it was so big. I told him that wasn’t fitting inside me, and he told me how his cock was perfect for my . . . cunt.”
“He said that?” Kelsey asks. “Man, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to look at Breaker the same way.”
“I don’t think any of us will,” Myla says.
“Quick question,” Lottie says, holding up her finger. “Did you suck him off?”
Starting to feel a touch more comfortable with these conversations, I nod. “I did and . . . I really liked it.”
“Thatta girl,” Lottie says while patting my leg.
“So what’s the problem?” Myla asks.
“The problem is, everything still feels weird. Like when we’re in the moment, nothing is weird about it. It’s so natural. And sure, he stuns me with what he says and what he wants me to do, but after . . . after is what’s killing me. And when I talked to him about it last night, he told me to stop overthinking everything.”
“He’s right,” Kelsey says. “You need to just live in the moment.”
“I agree,” Myla says as she puts jelly on a croissant. “It sounds like he’s trying to normalize it all, and if you’re resistant, it’s going to make it hard for him to do that.”
“The big question is, do you want something more with him?” Kelsey asks.
I lean back on the couch and give it some thought.
Life without Breaker is a life I don’t think I could handle, nor do I want it.
This new level of our friendship, it’s different, but I also seem to enjoy it. That’s a lie. I know I enjoy it.
Immensely.
“I think I do,” I answer. “But that terrifies me.”
“Understandable,” Lottie says. “But you know Breaker won’t do anything to hurt you, ever. He cherishes you.”
“He really does,” Kelsey adds. “Pretty much worships the ground you walk on.”
“And he’s intending to make something so much more of you two,” Lottie adds.
“I guess so. But . . . the weirdness,” I say.
“Then don’t make it weird,” Myla chimes in. “Take charge. Don’t let him lead the way. Surprise him and initiate something yourself. Maybe that will take the weird out of it.”
“Ooo, good idea,” Lottie says.
“Oh, that makes me sweaty,” I say. “I’ve initiated many times before, but Breaker is just so much more experienced than I am. I’d feel like an idiot if I tried to initiate.”
“All you have to do is walk up to him and grab his penis, and he’ll be good to go,” Myla says, causing us to laugh.
“Yeah, I might need more than that.”
“So you’re open to initiation?” Kelsey asks.
“I think so. I mean, it makes sense. If I want something, I need to move forward on it as well, and maybe it will be less awkward if I take the first step.”
“I think so.” Myla taps her chin. “Oh, I know. You can send him a dirty text.”
“Yes.” Lottie slaps the armrest of the sofa. “A dirty text. That’s perfect. You can hide behind the keyboard so you don’t have to face the initial awkwardness, but you can also control the conversation.”
“That is a great idea,” Kelsey chimes in. “What should it say? Something that will really grab his attention. Like . . . I like your penis.”
Lottie rolls her eyes. “Excuse my sister. She’s not that good at dirty talk.”
Kelsey folds her arms. “Okay, what would you type?”
“Well, since you’re putting me on the spot, I’m not going to be as eloquent as if I took some time to really think about it. But she could say something like . . . I’m so horny just thinking about last night.”
“Better,” Myla says and shakes her head. “But not good enough. We need something that would match Breaker’s style, something that would really grab his attention.” She thinks about it for a second, and then a smile crosses her face. “Got it.”
“Please share,” Lottie says, crossing one leg over the other.
“Plain and simple . . . I want to sit on your face.”
“What?” I ask, my cheeks feeling like they just caught in flames.
“Yessss,” Lottie drags out. “God, Huxley goes insane when I say stuff like that.”
“JP loves that as well,” Kelsey adds.
“You guys would text that to your men?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yup.” Lottie pulls out her phone. “Watch. I’ll text him right now and show you his response. We should all do it.”
“I have no problem with that,” Myla says and pulls out her phone, and Kelsey does the same. They all send a text.
“Seconds, just wait,” Lottie says, and then her phone dings. With a smile, she clears her throat. “I said, I want to sit on your face, and he responded . . .” She wets her lips. “Get home. Now!”
Kelsey’s phone dings with a text. “That would be my husband. And he said, ‘babe, you know your pussy has a permanent reservation, party of one on my face.’”
I smirk just as Myla’s phone goes off.
She opens up her text and says, “Ryot texted a tongue and three drops of water. As well as, ‘when you get home, strip down, I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.’”
Hmm, I wonder what Breaker would say.
Curiosity gets the best of me, so I take out my phone as well.
Lottie claps her hands as she says, “She’s doing it.”
They’re right. I need to cross the bridge of awkwardness if I’m going to make this work, and I do. I don’t want to lose him. I want more of him, but I’m just scared. The only way not to be scared is to jump in headfirst.
I pull up our text thread, and I shoot him a text.
Lia: Hey.