It’s not like it’s a real tampon.
“It’s for Bo,” I lie, ignoring her when she chokes on her laughter beside me. No way am I owning that shit. It can go on her keychain so I can see it and laugh when I need it, though.
I even point at her like he doesn’t know who Bo is, just to drive the point home that it’s hers and not mine.
“Bo knows weird shit,” he says with a confused expression, still clinging to the dead joke. “And I thought Corbin and Ruby were weird,” he says under his breath while handing back the small tampon keychain to me.
I glare over at Bo, who is still laughing at me, and I roll my eyes when her laughter makes me smile against my will. Yeah, I love her, and embracing the crazy works for us.
“Could have been worse,” she says, taking the keychain and putting it in her purse. “I could have gotten you a lotion bottle to immortalize the memory of the time you—”
“You’re trying to piss me off,” I tell her, interrupting her as I study the unusual mischief in her eyes.
She winks at me. Fucking winks at me.
“Last night was epic,” she retorts, throwing my words back at me with a massive, cocky grin on her face. “I’m shooting for a repeat performance.”
I have to adjust myself in my jeans and then glance around to make sure no one just noticed that.
“Ready to go?” I ask her, sick of socializing now that she’s given me a raging hard-on.
She still blushes with everyone else, but that mouth has gotten confident and bold around me. I’m special… Yeah. I said it. Fuck off. I enjoy being special to Bo, knowing I’m the only one who gets to see all of her—inside and out.
“Yep,” she says, smiling as she stands up. Must be nice to be able to stand up and not have to hide the fact you’re turned on. Damn women have it so easy.
I pull Bo in front of me, and she laughs, knowing why I’m walking stiff-legged behind her. Damn. Now I wish I drove here. Home is at least ten blocks away.
“You two leaving?” Corbi
n asks, frowning as I continue to keep Bo in front of me.
“Yeah. Jax has an early morning,” Bo says, smiling. It’s true. I do have an early morning.
Ruby starts to speak, when all of the sudden we hear a shrill scream. Holy shit… That was Rye screaming like a girl. And why is he jumping around and slapping his crotch?
Brin is doubled over as her entire body shakes with laughter, and she collapses to her knees as she heaves for air. Rye is still slapping his crotch and hitting high notes no man should ever be heard executing.
“The hell is wrong with him?” Corbin asks, taking a wary step back even though Rye is several feet away, still doing a weird slap-dance routine.
“Baby spiders,” Dale says, grimacing as he joins us and gets farther away from the dancing lunatic who is now stripping out of his jeans. “Baby spiders everywhere. Brin is an evil little woman.”
We watch like it isn’t the most bizarre thing we’ve all ever seen. Well, because it’s not. Rye and Brin are definitely… unique. There’s that safe word again.
“I don’t understand couples,” Maverick states flatly, coming up behind us.
“Yeah, I thought we had issues,” I tell him, frowning as poor Rye starts pleading with the spiders like they can actually understand him. Hell, in that octave, I can barely understand him. He might have better luck with dogs at that frequency.
“What issues?” Maverick asks absently, hissing out a breath when Rye starts slapping his dick a little harder through just his boxers now.
“I still have to tell my parents that Bora and Bo are two different people,” I announce. It doesn’t sound so bad in comparison to Rye rolling around on the ground while his girlfriend snorts and continues to wipe away her tears.
“Relationships are just too crazy for me,” Maverick states flatly.
Bo looks up at me and grins before shrugging. “Embracing the crazy is actually pretty great.”
As long as no baby spiders ever attack my dick, I wholeheartedly agree.
THE END