“Okay, so before Jodie found a rich boyfriend,” I start, making her roll her eyes, “we used to do these singles only weekends. They were fucking epic. Full of every kind of willing man you could want.”
“Most were total sleazeballs,” Jodie adds.
“Okay fine, so you had to be a bit selective,” I admit, dropping onto the sofa and replacing the Blu Tack in my hand with a cocktail.
“Anyway, there was this one night that we found this group of friends. They were a little older, hot as fuck. We… uh…”
“Bri,” Jodie warns.
“What? I’m not going to tell them that we made our way around the whole group in one night.”
Jodie groans, throwing her hands up in frustration before downing her own cocktail and wincing at the burn.
“Sounds like a good night. Don’t worry, Stella has experience with multiple guys at once, ain’t that right, Stel?” Emmie asks innocently while receiving a death stare from her best friend.
“If you’re talking about that time in Nico’s den of sin—that you weren’t even at, I might add—then it’s not exactly the same. I kissed them, and then… they watched as Seb…”
She trails off. “As Seb did what?” I ask, more than a little curious.
“Spread her legs and got her off in front of them all.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, disappointed not to have heard this story before. “In front of all the boys?” I ask, needing more details.
“Theo, Alex and Nico. Thankfully, Toby wasn’t there. Daemon either. Although I did kiss him the night before,” Stella admits with a wince.
“And you kissed the others too, I assume.”
“Yep. I was hoping it would make Seb’s head pop right off his body. Sadly, that never happened.”
“Who’s the best?” Jodie asks, totally unfazed by this story, so I can only assume she’s heard it before.
“Theo obviously,” Emmie says, standing up for her boy.
“Nah, I reckon it was Daemon. All that brooding darkness. Imagine it all channelled into passion.”
“I’m not sure there was all that much passion. He was just willing to play my game. I think you’re right, though. Have you seen him and Calli together? Pure fucking fire. Something tells me that she’s never going to regret not testing out all the other sizes before settling with that one.”
“Where the fuck is she anyway? She should be a part of this now she’s got a dick to talk about.”
“Probably busy with said dick,” Stella muses. “Lucky bitch.”
“You know,” Jodie sighs, “if you let go of whatever Seb didn’t do earlier, you could probably be making use of his right now. It’s not like he’ll ever turn you down.”
“He’s going to need to grovel first.”
“As long as he’s on his knees,” I add, winking at Stella.
“Hell yes.” She lifts her drink to faux clink with mine before she sinks it and announces, “More.”
By the time we’ve finally decorated Theo’s penthouse with all the banners and balloons, we’re all three sheets to the wind thanks to the strength of the drinks I’ve been offering up.
It’s partly selfish. If—when—Nico shows his face, I’m pretty sure I’m going to need the Dutch courage, but also, if the girls are half wasted, they might not notice when I start making virgins for our not-so-virgin Calli.
She confided her secret in me, and there is no fucking way I’m going to break her trust and let that little cat out of the bag before she and Daemon are ready.
“Oh, it sounds like the party is about to start,” Emmie says when a door slams closed and heavy footsteps and deep voices head our way.
My heart jumps into my throat as they approach.