She quickly begins stripping out of her clothes before pulling open her underwear drawer.
“The top wasn’t the only thing I bought,” she muses, forcing me to stop and turn around when I’m at the bathroom door.
“Oh shit, girl,” I blurt, taking in the sheer black lace bodysuit she’s holding up. “He’s gonna blow his load when he sees you in that.”
“Here’s hoping he can hold it off a little,” she teases. “I want the benefits too.”
“You lucked out with Toby, Jojo. He’s one kinky motherfucker who will always make sure you get yours before he does.”
A wicked smile pulls at her lips and I can only imagine some of the filthy situations she’s told me about in the past that are flickering through her head right now.
All of them make me jealous as fuck.
I might not want a man, or need a man—sex aside—but I can’t deny that what she’s found with Toby makes me wonder if it could all be worth it.
“Yeah,” she says softly, thinking of her boy. “Every time.”
“Lucky bitch,” I hiss before finally stepping into the bathroom and swinging the door closed behind me.
“I’m pretty sure Nico is just as generous,” she shouts after me.
“I’m sorry, who?” I call back, making her laugh.
7
BRIANNA
“He is going to kill you,” Jodie muses as the two of us hang happy birthday banners around Emmie and Theo’s living room while she and a pissed off Stella blow up balloons.
“Stel, wanna put a little more effort in there, love?” Emmie teases after waving off Jodie’s concerns. “We all know you can blow better than that.”
“Fuck you,” Stella mutters, throwing the half-inflated balloon to the coffee table and crossing her arms over her chest in a huff.
“What did he do?” I ask, although I instantly regret it. I already know way too much about all their sex lives. Something that probably shouldn’t be the case, seeing as I could be walking into one of their classes next week.
“Nothing. He did nothing.”
“And he was meant to do something?” Jodie guesses.
“Yes. But instead… he just stood there. Just fucking stood there.”
She gets to her feet and throws her hands up, storming out of the room while everyone around me looks utterly bemused.
“So I’m guessing none of you knows what he did, then?”
“Didn’t do,” Jodie deadpans.
“Nope, no clue. Although, to be fair, it could be anything with them. He probably failed to catch a spider or something.”
“She’s probably way scarier to the spider,” I mutter.
“You really think Seb is scared of spiders? He doesn’t give me that vibe,” Emmie says.
“Nah, he’s probably one of those freaks who’s scared of cotton wool or something,” Jodie says thoughtfully, shooting me a look.
“What?” I ask with a shudder. “That shit should be illegal. Especially when it’s wet. Ugh.”
“What?” Emmie barks. “You’re scared of cotton wool? What the actual fuck?”