Page 76 of Bourbon Kingdom
“So Babs and Blane then?” I asked.
Eyeing me carefully, Lyla let me change the subject, but I could tell it would only be momentarily. “Yes, you should see the woman, always asking about him, texting him, and drooling over a picture she took with him the other night.”
“She is so masturbating to that picture,” Francy pointed out. “I heard some moaning coming from her bedroom last night.”
“You did not,” I laughed, trying to envision Babs being one to masturbate to a picture on a phone. Well, actually, she most likely would.
“I did, a genuine moan . . . like her fingers were hitting the right spot.”
“Could have been a vibrator,” Tootse said, coming back in the room with a top on now and her boobs cleaned up. “She has about four of them. Oh, my God, she was showing me one the other day; it plugs into the wall.”
“Shut up, it does not,” I giggled.
“No joke,” Tootse sat on the floor and leaned back on her hands. “The thing looked like something from the fifties, but when she turned it on, I was pretty sure it jostled my cervix from just standing next to it. What did she call it?” Tootse thought, as she looked up to the ceiling, trying to rack her brain for the name.
Casually, Lyla answered while looking at her nails, “The Earth Quake.”
We all turned toward her and gave her a questioning glare. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “It’s the granddaddy of vibrators. No need for batteries or the possibility of running out of juice in mid-orgasm. No, it plugs into the wall, has a gel handle for comfort, and rocks your pussy like no man would ever be able to handle. It’s called the Earth Quake because the thing rattles your loins like a five on the Richter scale. Want to learn how to squirt? Grab an Earth Quake and sit back, the damn thing does it all for you.” Lyla shivered and then fanned her face. “I need to get another one, because just thinking of it has gotten me hornier than a dog in heat.”
“You? Horny? That’s hard to imagine,” I said sarcastically.
“You wouldn’t be so horny if you just gave in to Kace,” Francy chastised.
With a giant smile on my face, I turned toward Lyla, paint brush mid-stroke, and said, “Kace came on to you?”
“Hell no,” Lyla cringed. “That man is appalling.”
There was a collective guffaw that rang through the room, as every woman but Lyla scoffed at her assessment of Kace.
Lyla was either in complete denial about Kace.
Setting my paint brush down, I turned toward Lyla and folded my arms over my chest. “I call bullshit. There is not one woman on this earth who would look at Kace and say he is appalling.”
Tootse and Francy nodded, as Francy said, “Hell, I dig the pussy like every other horny bastard out there, but I still get a little water works down below when I see Kace with his shirt off.”
“It’s true,” Tootse agreed. “Sometimes we role play with Kace—”
“Babe,” Francy said in a warning tone. “What happens between a lady and a lady should stay between a lady and a lady.”
“Oh, no, please continue,” I gestured. “I would love to hear how that sentence ended.”
“Of course you would,” Francy teased. “You can’t get enough of our sex life.”
“Not falling for it,” I replied, as I started to paint Francy’s breasts again. “So, Lyla, tell us why you’re in denial.”
“I’m not in denial; I can just see past his exterior. Don’t get me wrong, the first time I saw him, I wanted to pull off my shirt and let the man motor boat me into the next fucking month, but there is too much under that sexy façade. Things run deep in him.”
I paused my paintbrush and looked over at Lyla. “Of course things run deep with him; he has a horrid past, Lyla. Do you really think the man would be all sunshine and glitter? He broods for a reason. You can’t be that sexy and not brood about it; I think it’s a rule in the romance community or something.”
“Well, I can’t get involved. I have my own damn problems, taking on someone else’s wouldn’t be healthy, and I recognize that.”
“He needs love,” I said softly. Yes, he was a bastard most of the time, and he could easily make you want to pull your hair out, but he was kind and sweet and protective. When you were in his inner circle, you were set for life.
“I know he does,” Lyla agreed. “But I don’t think I’m the girl to give it to him. Plus, I’m not really into the whole relationship thing, and I doubt he is either. And then, there’s the whole Pepper thing…”
“Wait, they’re still fucking?” I asked, as I finished up painting Francy and grabbed my canvas. “I thought that was a one-time thing.”
“I don’t think so,” Francy added.
