“Well, I’m not as easily swayed as the big teddy bear over here. I’m not buying it. No one is that good of an actor.” Cage smirked.
“I hope your dick shrivels up and falls off on the walk home,” I said over my laughter because dick threats made me laugh every time.
“Chewy, are you outside?” Reese shouted from inside the house.
“Yep,” I called back.
“I think I need to take a lover, and I may need your help with that,” she said as she stepped out onto the porch before she proceeded to hiccup no less than six times in a row.
Like I said. Drunk Reese was always a good time.
“My point has been made. Nothing about this is normal,” Cage said under his breath so only Hugh and I could hear him. Reese laughed hysterically, either that my brothers had just heard her confession or that she couldn’t control the noises coming from her mouth. She had a bottle of water in her hand and unscrewed the top and took a long pull.
“See ya,” I said, saluting them as they walked down the driveway.
Reese was shouting her goodbyes as I locked the door and turned to face her.
“You sure you want to go dancing? You seem a little drunk. That bastard better not have been driving you around if he was drinking.”
“He didn’t drink. He was on call. And I’m fine. I want to go dancing with you, Finn Reynolds. I can’t even remember the last time I went dancing.”
I turned toward her and zipped up her coat, glancing down at her bare legs that were covered up to just below her knees with her white cowboy boots. I led her down from the porch, and we walked toward Garrity’s, the bar my family owned, which was only a three-block walk from my house.
“Tell me what happened,” I said as her hand found mine. We’d always been affectionate with one another. It was just the way we were when we were together.
“He’s sleeping with her,” she spewed, not hiding her disgust.
“Did you really think the guy was going to go a year without sex and then get a girlfriend and not sleep with her?”
“Well, I haven’t slept with anyone.”
“Because you’ve never had good sex, so you don’t know what you’re missing.”
She came to a stop and faced me. “You’re right. That’s why I need to take a lover. Carl thinks we’re both having good freaking sex. He basically called me a boring lover. I’m the one who kept trying to do new things. He didn’t think his,” she paused and held up her pointer and middle fingers and completely over-accentuated the air quotes, “’future wife and mother of his children should be curious about sex.’ Well, guess what, Chew?”
“What?” I smirked.
“I’m curious. I wanted to find a profession that challenged and excited me. And I want to get drunk on a Tuesday night just because I can and then go dancing at Garrity’s with my best friend. And the biggest shocker of all…” she said, raising a brow and waiting for me to beg for it.
“Yes?”
“I’m curious about sex. About all the orgasms. About trying anything other than boring old missionary with a few heavy grunts that is nothing to write home about. So, maybe Carl’s right. Maybe we will become better people while we’re apart, and when we find our way back to one another, we’ll be better for it.”
“Let me get this straight.” I moved closer, my mouth just a breath from hers. My gaze locked with those familiar sage-green eyes. “You want to go bang a random dude, experience real sex, and then go back to your boring boyfriend who doesn’t please you?”
She rolled her eyes. “He pleases me in many ways. We want the same things. A family. A home. A happy life.”
“And the sex?”
“Well, Carl claims he’s having all the good sex now. And he likes it. So maybe when we both know what that actually is, we’ll be able to have it together. But I’m not going to be the only one who doesn’t have it while he’s out there doing it with Christy freaking Rae Lovell,” she said, her voice louder now.
“Don’t you dare add a fourth name to that monstrosity.” I chuckled before putting an arm around her shoulder and leading her toward Garrity’s. “I think you should experience some goddamn fun and a whole lot of good lovin’。 It’s going to be life-changing.”
“Yeah? Well, he asked me if we were sleeping together.”
“You better have talked me up, Miney. I’m a fabulous fucking lover.”