She giggled then kissed me again.
“I did tell her to bring the photo album though.”
Levee drew in a sharp breath. “Yesssss!” she hissed.
“That’s right. I’ll sacrifice my own manhood by allowing my mother to show you photos of me with a Jheri curl just to make sure you’re comfortable. You should know I expect you to express your appreciation with your mouth around my cock tonight.”
Sliding her hand to my ass, she replied with a quick, “Deal.”
After running at least a dozen errands, which included picking up a cooler full of beer for later that night, I was chilling on my couch, working on a new Photoshopped picture for Levee, when Ryan suddenly flew through my front door. Sampson started raising hell only to settle when he recognized who it was.
“What the fuck?” I yelled as the door slammed behind Ryan.
He propped himself against it as if a pack of zombies were hot on his heels. “Say yes,” he panted.
“What?” I asked, closing my laptop and setting it beside me.
“You’re my best friend. I’d do anything in the entire world for you. I love you like a brother. Just say fucking yes!”
“What are you talking about?” I snapped, pushing to my feet.
“Okay, I didn’t want to have to do this, but do you remember that time in high school when I did your Great Gatsby book report for you?”
“Uhhhh, you only did my report because you broke the dishwasher by filling it with laundry detergent and you needed me to fix it before your mom found out,” I quickly corrected.
He huffed. “That is not the point. You had a need and I took care of it.”
I rolled my eyes. “What do you need?”
He drew in a deep breath and straightened the collar on his button-down. “I need to get in Jen Jensen’s pants, and the way you can take care of this is by allowing me to bring her to meet your famous girlfriend.”
“No fucking way! Family only!”
Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door.
Ryan smiled sheepishly. “Oh, and by the way, I already invited her. We just had a fantastic lunch and a very romantic stroll around the park.”
My mouth gaped as I blinked in utter shock. “I made out with Jen. And you want me to take her to my girlfriend’s house for a barbeque?”
“Why must you always remind me that you made out with my future wife? It was one kiss over a year ago.”
I stepped into his face. “She grabbed my junk, dude.”
He stepped right back into mine and snarled, “Awesome. Now, say yes so she’ll be grabbing mine tonight.”
I backed away, shaking my head and pinching the bridge of my nose. I couldn’t believe that I was going to agree to this. “Just make sure she keeps her mouth shut, yeah? Levee and I aren’t telling people we’re together yet.”
“Not a problem. I had her sign a nondisclosure agreement.” He smiled proudly.
I arched an eyebrow, incredulous. “Who the fuck are you? Christian Grey?”
He curled his lip in disgust. “Who the fuck are you? A post-menopausal woman? Why do you know anything about Christian Grey?
I screwed my lips tight. No fucking way was I telling him that that was the movie Levee and I had watched together. So, instead, I sighed and said, “Yes. Bring Jen.”
His hand shot up in the air in victory. “My dick appreciates this. A lot.” He patted my shoulder enthusiastically.
Just then, the door opened and my mom came walking in carrying a dish full of pasta salad with Jen following behind her. “Ryan, honey, I think you forgot someone outside.”
Tossing his arm around Jen’s shoulders, he replied, “Of course not, Mrs. Rivers. How could I forget about a woman this beautiful?” He glanced down at Jen and spoke in the most ridiculous baby voice I had ever heard. “Sorry, baby. Sam and I had some business to talk about.”
How that woman didn’t roll her eyes, I’d never know, because mine threatened to roll out of my head.
Ten minutes later, everyone had arrived, and we began our ascent to Levee’s place.