“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.”
All the ladies have a croissant in hand, and together we “cheers” them in the middle of the table, and each takes a bite.
Ooey, gooey buttery and flaky with a hint of jam. Good God, it is the most magnificent thing I think I’ve ever tasted.
“Oh my God, this is good,” I say with a mouthful.
“If I wasn’t so concerned about my waistline expanding, I’d have these every day,” Lottie says. “Reign is our personal chef, and he spends all afternoon prepping these. He makes sure they’re piping hot in the morning. And his homemade jam is heaven.”
“JP is trying to steal Reign, and he asked me to help him,” Kelsey says. “I told him there was no way I was getting in the middle of that fight.”
“Smart move, sis,” Lottie says, playfully staring down Kelsey.
“You know”—Myla examines her croissant—“I might have to ask Ryot to get in the mix of stealing Reign. I have no problem with some friendly competition.”
Lottie glares at Myla. “Need I remind you that I’m feisty, and I don’t mind using my nails as claws.”
Myla leans close and says, “Need I remind you that I grew up in a military household where I learned to hold my own. I will destroy you.”
“I have secret rage,” Lottie fires back, making us all chuckle.
“That means nothing to me,” Myla counters with an evil glare.
“You know,” Kelsey cuts in. “Maybe I’ll just do you all a favor and steal him for JP, and that way, we don’t have to see anyone’s rage.”
“Or I can just take him,” I say, raising my hand.
All the girls turn toward me, and Lottie is the first to smile. “I think you’ll fit in just nicely.”
“I agree,” Kelsey says.
“I think so too.”
I sip my mimosa and smile because I could not agree more. This is exactly what I was looking for: a group of girls I could talk to, bond with, and just laugh with when it feels like the world is falling apart around me.
Of course I have Breaker, but for that moment when we weren’t talking, it felt like I had no one, and that made me so sick to my stomach. Talking with these girls, making friends, fulfills one of the items on my check-off list—build and create a circle of trust. I know it’s early, but this could be the beginning of that.