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“That body.” Lexi whistles. “He became the star of my older man fantasy. All wet and hard…”

“Who was wet and hard?” Ryan asks, scaring the shit out of all of us.

“You,” Lexi says without apology.

Ryan’s one brow arches in confusion.

“We saw you and Laura in the hot tub when we were younger. You were shirtless,” I explain.

Lexi nods, and Georgia blushes.

Ryan laughs. “I don’t remember that, but I know damn well nothing happened in that hot tub.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Lexi says. “We were barely teenagers and you were a good eight years older. You simply in a hot tub with a woman was like watching porn for us.”

“You ladies are insane.” Ryan shakes his head. “RJ is at your mom’s. He was getting tired, so I brought him over so he could fall asleep there.”

“Thank you,” I say, getting off the bed and walking over to give him a kiss. “We’re going to go get ready,” I say to Lexi and Georgia without taking my eyes off Ryan.

“Uh-huh, sure you are.” Lexi laughs. “More like thinking about Ryan in a hot tub got you all hot and bothered and now you’re going to go bone him since you can.”

“Don’t say bone,” Georgia chides. “She’s not hooking up with him. She’s making love to him.”

Lexi and Georgia both laugh.

“Be ready to go by nine,” I say, dragging Ryan out of the room.

“Is that true?” Ryan asks, once we’re alone. “Did me in the hot tub get you all hot and bothered?”

He pulls me into his arms and dips his fingers into my pajamas shorts, under my panties. “Fuck, woman. You’re drenched.”

“It’s not my fault,” I whine. “You’re hot and you know it.” I pull his face down for a kiss. “And it makes me very happy to know Laura and you didn’t do anything in the hot tub.”

“Oh yeah,” he murmurs against my lips. “And why is that?”

“Because I fantasized about us doing it in the hot tub many, many times when I was younger, and now that we’re together, I’m going to have to insist on that fantasy coming true.”

“We can definitely make that happen,” he says, swiping his tongue across the seam of my lips. “But since there isn’t one here, how about we shower together and consider it a warm-up?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect.”

“For future reference,” Lexi says, strolling into the living room. “Your bathroom presses up against the guest bathroom.” She saucily winks, and my face flushes, as I recall what went on in the bathroom.

“Oh, don’t get all shy now. It made for some great shower entertainment. Way better than porn. But you might want to keep it down if you have anyone besides me staying in there. Or you know… if you have more kids.”

She laughs, and Georgia snorts. They’re both dressed in gorgeous dresses, perfect for the clubs here. Lexi’s is tiny and black, showing off her pert breasts and toned, pale legs. She’s wearing tall, black heels to match. Her blond hair is pin straight and her makeup is barely there. Where Lexi’s is sexy, Georgia’s is more classy. It’s a deep crimson red with long sleeves. It’s not as tight or short as Lexi’s and it completely covers her chest. She’s wearing black heels to match. Her hair is down in loose waves and her makeup is also lightly done.

“You look beautiful,” Lexi says, already moving on to another subject, as if telling us she got off to us having sex in the shower isn’t a big deal. “A total MILF.” She winks.

“Thanks.” I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight, but my body is thicker, more shapely than it was before I had RJ. My breasts, even though I’m no longer breastfeeding, are bigger, and my hips are a bit wider. When the girls confirmed they would be coming down this weekend, since their finals ended a couple days ago, my mom and I went shopping so I could buy a couple new outfits.

The dress I’m wearing is an olive green tie back dress. It’s short like Lexi’s and dips in the front, showing off my cleavage, but is long-sleeved like Georgia’s dress. I’m wearing nude heels, my hair has been straightened, and I’m only wearing a bit of mascara. I tend to sweat when I dance, and I don’t want my face coming off.

“I would agree,” Ryan says, entering the room, looking sexy as hell. He’s wearing a black button-down collared shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing his corded forearms. His jeans fit snuggly against his muscular thighs, and his shoes are brown suede. He’s even trimmed his beard, so it’s neat.

“But she’s my MILF,” he adds, pressing his lips against mine. “You look fucking sexy as hell, babe,” he says, tugging on my bottom lip. My body sags against his and a soft moan escapes past my lips.


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