Page 23 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

Dotty shakes her head, not seeming too surprised by the abrupt shift. “Fraid not, hon, he doesn’t go out much these days, his health isn’t getting any better. Bless his soul. Y’all can head up to the big house to find him though.”

Angel nods, “We will do. But first, we were hoping you could squeeze us in for some grub.”

“Of course, I’ll get y’all a booth in just a sec,” she replies, grabbing some menus.

“You’re the best Dotty, I’m starving and you know I want the works from Chef!” Drifter declares, giving her a bear hug that makes her giggle like a schoolgirl.

Dotty leads us to an empty booth, “I’ll grab y’all a pitcher of beer as usual. Unless you want something else, hon?” Dotty asks me.

“Beer’s good, thanks,” I reply with a smile.

I’m determined to prove to the guys I can fit in with the Angels of Havoc and that I’m not the high-maintenance posh girl Angel initially assumed I am. I’ve finally been given the chance to properly spend time with them. Not a lot of talking happens when you’re all naked and busy making each other cum so even though we’ve spent every night together, I still don’t know them all that well outside of the bedroom. The thought is exciting yet scary.

Already I feel like I don’t want anything to ruin the crazy physical connection we share. I’m sure to them it’s just sex, but to me, it’s so much more than that. It’s like our bodies are connected and we intuitively know what the others want without speaking, when we’re together, all my worries and fears melt away and I reach levels of ecstasy I didn’t know were possible. I’m not ready to lose that feeling yet.

“Sit next to me. Gunner might stab you with his fork if you try to steal any of his fries. That man does not like sharing. Food that is,” Drifter quips with a wink that makes me blush.

I do as he asks and Buzz squeezes in behind me with Angel and Gunner taking seats opposite. We peruse our menus in silence and when Dotty returns with our beers the guys all order Chef’s special, so I follow suit.

“Twenty bucks says she can’t eat it all,” Drifter says.

“Why would any of us take that bet, there’s no way she will,” Buzz replies.

Feeling a little worried about just how huge this meal’s going to be but not wanting to be shown up or back down from a challenge, I can’t resist chiming in. “Hey, you guys haven’t seen me eat, you have no idea if I can or not.”

They all look at me dubiously.

“Fine. I’ll take that bet. Or better yet, if I lose, I’ll pay for the whole meal. If I win, you pay,” I declare giving Drifter a challenging look.

“Oh, you’re on baby!” he says with a smile.

We continue to chat. The conversation flows comfortably between the guys who are so familiar with each other, and I’m surprised to find how at ease I feel and how easily I fit into their friendly banter. My eyes widen as our food arrives and I realize why they didn’t think I could finish it. Texas BBQ is always hearty, but this is something else. Each plate contains a portion of smoked brisket, ribs, sausage, and a pork chop with slaw, potato salad, creamed corn, beans, and fried okra. In the middle of the table, Dotty places a basket of bread rolls and butter too.

My eyes widen as I realize this is pretty much all the classic Texan BBQ food on one huge plate. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you called it the works!”

Well, shit. Not only have I gone and ordered the least ladylike dish to eat in front of four hot guys I’ve had sex with, but I’ve also made a bet that I can eat it all.

“Wanna admit defeat now?” Drifter teases.

I shake my head, “I’m no quitter,” I reply defiantly, picking up a rib and taking a big bite.

Drifter lets out a pleased laugh and they all dig in happily.

The ribs are divine, and I easily devour the two on my plate. However, they’re not exactly a dainty thing to eat and I can feel I’ve got barbecue sauce smeared around my mouth. I try to discreetly wipe it away with my napkin.

“You missed a spot,” Buzz says.

I flush with embarrassment, “Where?”

He leans in and wipes the sauce from my cheek before putting his finger in his mouth and licking it off in a move that’s surprisingly sexual.

“I coulda got that myself,” I say, not knowing what else to say in this scenario.

He shrugs, “I know, but I wanted to. Now, get back to eating and make Drifter put his money where his cocky mouth is.”

With the tension and embarrassment now dissipated, I continue to enjoy my food. It’s honestly some of the best barbecue I’ve ever eaten, so the daunting challenge doesn’t feel like the impossible task it first seemed to be. With the others cheering me on, I finally manage to eat it all. Buzz, Angel, and even Gunner all join in teasing Drifter and celebrating my victory, their own plates are all finished too.

“Ah but, you didn’t eat your bread,” Drifter points out, gesturing to the last remaining piece in the basket.

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