Page 57 of Badd Love
"No rabbit holes. We aren't talking about me being a mother. We're talking about what happened between you and Dane and why it led to you going full hoarder in your apartment."
I had to just tell her. She wouldn’t let up until I did, and she really would get creative in making me talk.
"If you promise me gelato later."
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll get you a fucking ice cream. Jesus, you child."
"It isnotmere ice cream, you peasant. It'sgelato.”
“Lindsey Snelling.”
"We fucked." It popped out of me like a hemorrhoid.
"When?"
"When Duncan and Dane came down here to get you back with Duncan. While you and your folks were getting to know Duncan, Dane and I left. We got dinner, drinks, and boned."
"Okay." She gave me a look, rolling her hand. "And?"
"I sort of freaked out."
I related the whole story—every gory, embarrassing detail. Even the fingering.
"Wait, he let you do that?" She asked, looking speculatively at her husband.
"Yes, ma'am. Claims it was an all-time best orgasm."
"How much of your finger was it?"
I indicated my first knuckle. "Just like that. It's not about plundering his booty, it's just a little added stimulation to increase the intensity."
She whipped out her phone and sent a text message, watching Duncan with hawkish intensity, a smirk on her face. A second later, Duncan tugged out his phone, tapped, read…and his eyes widened. He was mid-sip of his water and spluttered, coughing. He turned a look on Rune, who was cackling. He sent a reply without looking away.
Rune's phone dinged, and she read his message, biting her lip. "It's about to godown.”
I snickered. "He's interested in the idea, I take it?"
"You could say that." She looked at Duncan with a sly, seductive look, licked her lips, and then mimed giving him oral—you know, moving your fist toward your mouth and sticking your tongue into your cheek. She also curled her finger in a come-here gesture.
Duncan turned beet red.
"Be warned, babe," I told her. "It'll turn him into a geyser, so if you do that while giving him head, be ready to swallow a gallon of his man-juice."
"Mmmm," she hummed. "Sounds good to me. I've legit been craving his baby batter as I enter the third trimester."
"Shut up," I snorted. “You do not."
"I do! My libido is through the fucking roof. He's gotten more head from me over the last ten days than in all the time we've been together since we met. He had to stop me from blowing him in the backseat of the Uber on the way here."
"I bet he's happy about that."
She laughed. "I've had to convince him that he doesn't need to match me one-for-one."
"Why on earth would you do a silly thing like that? Let the man nosh your taco as much as he wants."
"It takes me less than five minutes to make him blow his load, but it takes me twenty to get there. We don’t have that kind of time. Plus, I don't crave that. I crave his dick. It's an oral fixation or something, I dunno. Pregnancy does weird-ass shit to you, man, I'm telling you."
"Not that I’ve known a lot of pregnant women, but this is the first I’m hearing of this side effect. Maybe you just like giving your man head."
