“Oh God, you stink! Don’t come any closer.” I grimaced and shoved his chest, turning my head away from the muck on his face.
He laughed, then held his hand out to Callie. “C’mon, babe, you can help me shower at home.”
She wiggled her brows at me and followed my brother to the door with a spring in her step.
“Practice safe sex!” Lozza sang, arriving home as Darren and Callie left.
I met my bestie in the hallway and followed her into her room.
“Hey, J-dogg,” she greeted me.
“Hey. Do you and Marc have plans for tonight?”
She pouted her glossed lips and tilted her head to the side. “No. Why?”
“Good, because we’re going out.”
* * *
I had finished my makeup and was straightening my long, wavy hair when Lozza stomped her way through the house, fresh from her shower. She arrived at my room wrapped in a towel and juggling an armload of cosmetics, her dress, and red fuck-me heels.
“Damn girlfriend!” she exclaimed, running her eyes up and down my body.
I grimaced. “Is it too much?”
“Hell no, it is not! It’s the perfect amount of much.”
Snickering, I turned this way and that as I appraised myself in the full-length mirror, then gave my reflection a slow nod of approval. The two-piece cream dress clung to all the right places. The skirt sat high enough on my waist to hide my navel and licked my body all the way down to just below my knees, making my Latina booty pop like I’d paid a million bucks for it. The long-sleeved top was perfect to balance out my exposed midriff, showing enough cleavage to be suggestively sexy while not plunging too low.
While our music played, Lozza set to work on her makeup and hair, then eased her dress over her head. After wriggling it on, she reached under the hem and shamelessly slipped off her underwear. I laughed because I had done the exact same thing mere minutes ago.
I handed her the red high heels, then stood back to check her out while she fastened a red belt around her waist.
“Girl, those legs in that dress… ¡Perfecta!”
Loz swivelled back and forth in front of the mirror, viewing herself from all angles. “Marc is going to come in his pants when he sees me in this.”
I feigned a shudder. “Ugh, as much as I love Marc, no. Just no.”
She threw her head back and laughed. The girl had no shame when it came to oversharing. I knewwaytoo much about her and Marc’s relationship and sexual escapades for my liking, but living with Loz meant that I heard about them whether I wanted to or not.
“You girls really need to lock your goddamn door!” Marc’s voice rang out above Lozza’s laughter.
She clapped her hands and hurried through the house as best she could while wearing high heels on slippery wooden floors.
I snickered when I heard his reprimand morph into a choked exclamation. “Holy shit, you’re hot!”
Lozza’s laughter hushed, and I assumed they were making out. “I’m coming out. Please still be fully clothed,” I called.
A pang shot through my chest when they broke apart, and I caught the glint in Marc’s eye. He looked at Loz like she was a piece of candy he couldn’t wait to devour. I sighed wistfully, hoping that would be me someday.
“Jesus,” Marc said when he finally tore his eyes from Loz’s body and looked over her shoulder at me. “You both need to be arriving with me. I’ll be the envy of every fucker in the bar.”
I blew him a kiss. “Hi Marc. And thanks. You look pretty good yourself.”
His dark brown hair was trimmed perfectly at the sides and the longer top styled in an expert comb-over. His charcoal pants matched the colour of Lozza’s wraparound dress, and the bomber jacket fit his body like a glove.
Loz grabbed his hand and tugged him to the living room. “We’ll wait until Darren and Callie arrive so Jax can’t escape.” She snickered and arched an eyebrow at me.