“Does it, though?” Sailor asks, raising a brow.
“It does, I think.”
“See, you don’t even know. And Joey likes you. A lot. You both are confused, and all great love stories start off with some confusion.”
“Or they end in destruction,” I add with a groan.
“Yeah, but that’s what’s exciting about it… the make-up sex. How much make-up sex have you two been having?” Sailor asks.
“Too much.” I bite my lip. “Yet I still can’t say no.”
“Power of the dick,” Merci states.
“Power of the dick, lips, mouth, tongue,” Sailor adds. “Lollipops…”
“Lollipops?” we both ask, to which she blushes.
“Oh my God, you fuck with lollipops? Like, does he stick it in? What about infections?” Merci asks, visibly cringing. “I used to be a sex worker, so I’m familiar with these things.” She pauses, her nose scrunched up. “But lollipops? Wow.”
“Yeah.” Sailor sighs, a small smile on her lips.
“Ain’t no lollipop going up my pussy,” I add.
“Don’t knock it till you try it.”
“Try it? Nope,” I say.
Merci nods her head in agreement. “I’m with her. Keep your shit away from my very special zone,” Merci adds. “Who knew Miss Sailor was freaky? You learn something new every day.”
“I’m not, I swear.” She holds up her hands. “Well, there was that one time when he…” She looks away, and I know she is thinking about something really filthy.
“We can discuss tomorrow night. Want us to bring anything?” I ask.
“Yeah, yourselves. Keir did an alcohol run today and stocked up the bar. The boys are all working, but I managed to get Piper to stay with us. That was an effort.”
“I bet,” Merci says. “And Chanel, will she meet us there? I can call her if you haven’t.”
“Yeah, she flies in tomorrow and is coming straight from work.”
“Tomorrow,” they say, smiling.
And I’m already wondering how I can get out of it.
TWENTY-FOUR
JOEY
“We aren’t going there,” I tell Lucas as he drives.
“Why the fuck not? I’m not driving your ass around because you don’t want to see your wife.” I go to speak again, and he cuts me off. “Ex-wife. I don’t give a fuck what you call her. Fuck buddy…”
“You can drop me off first.”
“No. I’m covered in blood, and I need to shower and fuck my wife,” Keir says, making us all shut up. “She won’t stop sending me pictures of her tits. What the fuck is wrong with her? Like I need an excuse to fuck her.”
We all stay silent.
Keir isn’t one to open up about his relationship. It’s usually just him and Sailor, with us on the outside looking in.