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A whoosh of breath leaves me as they all turn their full attention back to me, and I raise my brows. “I feel like I’m making a documentary. All I need is that Netflix music and mic.” I chuckle and continue. “So yeah, we all came. But…I haven’t had sex yet. And they haven’t even seen me naked.”
“What!” is jointly screamed by Millie, Eleanor, and Moon. I even hear it on the phoneandoutside from my sister.
My hand covers my mouth to contain my laughter, Eleanor apologizing to her husband for scaring him to death and almost making them crash.
Millie almost drowns after falling off what looks like a flamingo floatie, but still manages to keep her phone above water. And my sister does namaste over and over, probably trying to re-relax her class.
It’s pandemonium, except for Samantha, who’s just staring back at me with a smile.
“I told you it’s overwhelming. I fell asleep the first time because I was so rocked.”
I nod. “Yeah. It’s a lot. But what do they say? Practice makes perfect? So I’m really looking forward to what today has to bring. Because, ladies, my calendar’s officially booked with dick for the rest of the week.”
chapter thirteen
. . .
You don’t get one of us until you get all of us.
brody
What time is it?That thought’s been repeating in my head all morning. Because I’ve been counting down the minutes.
After last night, the boys and I decided over eggs that Margot needs a longer sex runway. It’s clear to us that she needs to get really revved up before she takes off.
Everyone all at once was too much.
We gotta ease her in. But quickly, because there’s an expiration date. And it’s four days from now.
It makes sense. A shitty marriage with no intimacy for twenty years left her with too much unfamiliar ground to cover. She got overwhelmed by everything she’d never experienced.
So today, we start ticking shit off that list.
The plan’s simple: We edge the fuck out of her, all day, until she’s so feral that she can’t focus on anything else but us. Then we make her come harder than she ever has.
That should be enough motivation to cure her nerves.
My mind drifts back to her on her knees in front of Wells.
It didn’t matter that it wasn’t me. Seeing her and Brooks side by side made me think I’d never last long enough to finish her lesson. It was fucking molten.
Before I can get too ensconced in the memory, I pull my phone out of my pocket to make sure I’m at the right shopping center.
Because also, over eggs, we bribed Moon with some of her favorite vegan cookies to give us Margot’s schedule for today.
I glance down at the message she sent me.
Moon: Here you go. This better be for sexy fun and not because you’re a freak ass stalker.
Me: Well, now you’ve ruined my surprise.
Moon: Ha Ha. She’s heading down to the village around 2 to do some shopping (Lingerie, I think.) ?? whiskey ice cream beach social at 4. Sound bath at 6:30 on the cliffs. Dinner with me at 8. Then she’s all yours (plural).
Me: I’d say you’re the best, but I’ve met your sister.
Moon: ??
I shove my phone back in my pocket, smiling to myself because the minute I saw the schedule, I knew exactly what my line of attack would be.
