Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(38)
She hums a laugh and reaches for my face, forcing me to look at her.
“I didn’t lose.”
My head draws back as I stand to my full height.
“Yeah, you did.”
I jerk my chin toward the bedroom, and she nods, slipping her hand in mine as we start to walk together on weak-ass legs. But Eleanor smirks, looking up at me the minute we hit the door, swinging around and blocking me with her hand on the jamb.
“You said that you’d have me screaming your name.”
My brows raise as I nod. But before I can say anything, she adds, “And last I heard from my own lips, I never once said your name.”
Motherfucker. That sneaky little cheat.
I tip my head back and laugh.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
She grins back.
“Absolutely not. Those were your terms, and I’m sticking to them.”
Eleanor gives me a wink before sashaying that fine ass directly into the bathroom, tossing her words over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, buddy. You can always try again.”
All I heard in my head was challenge issued, challenge accepted. It looks like for the next four weeks, my dick’s going to be happily working overtime.
Me: Bets off.
That girl I married: You’re a sore loser. Ps. making a new chat when I left the old one…dumb.
DJ Mills: Oh, this is interesting. Do share with the class. I’m bored in between clients.
Wild Card’s sister: You can’t call it off because you’re losing. Someone has to cheat or something.
Me: Wild Card IS cheating.
DJ Mills: Andddd we have nicknames…. This is an unexpected new development.
Wild Card’s sister: Oooo…wild card. That’s kind of perfect for her. Not gonna lie.
That girl I married: Don’t encourage him! He’s like a puppy. He’ll start pissing all over the rug if you give him attention.
Me: Would you rather me hump your leg?
DJ Mills: Hahahahaha
Wild Card’s sister: *GIF of dog humping air.
That girl I married: The bet is not off. Stop texting my people. Go get your own people.
DJ Mills: Technically we are his people by marriage now too.
That girl I married: You are pick-a-side friends. Get it together! We’re a sham.
Me: Thanks Millie, that means a lot. Maybe you can talk to my wife about being nicer to me.
Wild Card’s sister: Aww, come on Elle, he’s adorable…be nice to your poor husband.
That girl I married has left the chat.
Me: Something we said?
Wild Card’s sister: *laugh emoji
DJ Mills: This just keeps getting better and better.
fifteen
“Like you want to get tacos and then let me eat your taco.”
eleanor
I flip through the channels for the millionth time, but there’s always the same shit on. My phone buzzes from where I have it lying on my stomach, so with the laziest effort, I tilt it up to read my text.
Mills: Um, random thought in between clients. Can I call myself your pimp since your pussy is really putting in the work for me?
Me: Inside voice, Mills…let’s not share all our thoughts.
I laugh, propping my feet on the back of the couch as I grab a handful of grapes.
Mills: All I’m saying is that I truly appreciate updates saying I’m $4000 richer. Your loophole is clutch.
Wait a minute.
Me: Are you seriously still in a group chat? Fucking traitors.
Mills: Duh, how else would I know how much I’m earning? He’s so funny too.
My eyes roll of their own volition. What is wrong with him? I can’t help but grin because, of course, he’s still in a group chat…with my people. There’s no point in making a bet unless you have someone to brag to about winning. And he really does think he’ll wear me down and get me screaming his name.
I’m enjoying the effort.
I wipe the dew from my freshly washed grapes on my shorts before texting her back.
Me: You better be more concerned with being nice to me. Or I’m going to throw this bet. Truth—my roster can be replenished. *salute emoji
Mills: Speaking of throwing it back, I feel like I’d be a bad friend if I didn’t state the obvious…
I laugh. That’s not even a good segue.
Me: And that is?
Mills: That having sex with someone in the form of a one-night stand is one thing, but living together…sleeping together… Do you see where I’m going with this?