Page 75 of Firecracker

Two pairs of female eyes flew open wide and Arden’s apartment fell silent.

Emma’s mouth dropped open. “Shut up!”

“What?” Mila said.

Arden paused as she scooped ice cream into bowls in her kitchen.

It was Thursday evening and since she had a night off, she’d invited Emma and Mila over to her place. Because it was National Hot Fudge Sundae Day, she’d picked up ice cream and made her own hot fudge sauce with cocoa, vanilla, butter, and cream, and it was to die for if she said so herself.

Last Thursday had been National Root Beer Float Day, and everybody had come up to her place for root beer floats and snacks.

“It’s true.”

“Oh my God.” Mila gaped at her from the other side of the counter.

Emma’s mouth now stretched into a grin. “Good for you.”

“Was it good?” Mila leaned forward.

“Good. Oh my God. So good.” Arden closed her eyes briefly, her belly doing a lusty little flip. Which it had been doing every time she thought about Tyler.

She hadn’t meant to say anything, but she was bursting to talk about it to someone. “Nuts or sprinkles?” she asked brightly.

“Sprinkles,” Emma said.

“Nuts,” Mila replied. “And speaking of nuts…how is Tyler, um, endowed?”

“Very well.” She scooped up a spoonful of chopped peanuts and dumped it over Mila’s sundae. “And that’s all I’m saying.”

“How did this happen?” Emma blinked long eyelashes at her.

“Well, remember that thunderstorm the other night?” She told them how Tyler had come rushing into her apartment to rescue her.

“I had a feeling about this.” Mila dug her spoon into the ice cream. “He watches you all the time.”

Arden’s belly did another flutter. “He does?” Hell, she knew that, because she watched him too, and often caught him looking at her.

“How many orgasms?” Emma asked.

Arden burst out laughing. “Plural? Really?”

“I’m hoping.”

“Okay, um, in total, four. He stayed overnight,” she added in a rush. “So we had morning sex too.”

Emma made a sound like she was weeping as she lifted her spoon of ice cream to her mouth. Then she paused. “Holy shit, Arden. This hot fudge sauce is amazing.”

“Thank you. And there are no calories whatsoever, obviously.”

Mila snorted. “It tastes like sin. Unbelievable.”

“Speaking of orgasms, I think I’m having one from eating this sundae.” Emma sighed.

“I want to hear more about Arden’s orgasms. Apparently Tyler is generous. This doesn’t surprise me, actually.”

“He’s very generous. And his head game is…oh my God.” She closed her eyes briefly.

“Meanwhile, my vagina is a sexual wasteland,” Emma said morosely.

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