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Chapter 22

Savannah

“Okay, how do I look?” I ask Duchess as I step out of the bathroom.

She and Lucy are sitting on my bed since I came back to Salvation for some girl time.

It’s only been a few days since I’ve moved in with the guys, and while I love it, it’s a big change to live in a house with four men and a baby.

And, I’ve really missed my best friends. A part of me fears that if I don’t see them for so long, they’re going to forget about me. I can’t have that. I need them.

“You're giving off sexy fifties rockabilly vibes. I love it,” Duchess compliments, grinning as she takes in my dress.

It’s mostly red, ties up behind my neck, and flows out at the hips. It’s poofy and there’s this black and white polka dot pattern over my breasts, and some on the bottom trim of the skirt.

I blink at her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Doesn’t matter.” She laughs. “You look hot. Like Marilyn Monroe hot.”

“Again. No idea who that is,” I sigh, turning to look at myself in the mirror.

I hate that I don’t remember things. I now know that the things I’ve learned from movies and TV shows aren't always true. I’ve spent hours researching what's real and what's not.

I've learned and absorbed a lot of information, but there’s still a lot I have no idea about.

Like, whoever this Marilyn Monroe person is.

“Is she hot?” I ask, cocking my head to the side as I take in my dress.

“She was an actress and model, known as being the sex icon of the fifties and early sixties.”

“Oh.” I perk up. “Well, thank you. I like it.” My hair is curled, and I have some light makeup on. Both courtesy of Lucy. I’m shit at doing either. Maybe I should spend less time watching porn and more time looking up makeup tutorials on the internet. Porn sounds more fun, though. Not that I need it anymore now that I have my pack.

Being around them all the time and not having any of them inside me is driving me crazy.

My goal is to ride Jake like my own personal mechanical cock by the end of tonight.

Once we cross that line, doors are open for the rest of my pack to touch me.

Or, in my case, legs are open.

I snort at my own cheesy joke, and I see Duchess raise a brow at me in the mirror.

“Something funny?”

“Just thinking about sex.” I spin around to face her.

She laughs. “I should have guessed. I’m surprised you haven’t taken them all for a spin by now.”

“Me too,” I sigh heavily as I walk over to the bed and flop down on it backwards. “But I want my first time to be special, you know?” I roll over onto my stomach and place my hands under my chin, grinning. “It’s Jake’s first time, too. Can you believe he waited?For me!” The thought has butterflies attacking my stomach.

Not actual ones. It’s an idiom. Something I learned when Lucy said it was raining cats and dogs, and I ran outside in horror, only to find it was just raining really badly. I started looking for the cats and dogs, but there weren't any. I was sad. But also grateful because that's a big fall. They could have gotten hurt.

One time, Duchess said we needed to bite the bullet and end the session when she was killing someone. I looked at her funny but did as she asked, taking one of the bullets out of the chamber. I bit it, hated the taste, put it back into the chamber, and then shot the guy.

She looked at me funny and asked me why I did what I did. When I told her she told me to, she explained it was an idiom. I went home and looked up every idiom the internet would tell me so I can stop being so damn gullible.

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