Page 30 of Last First Love
Darcy elbows her, hard. "Don't you dare say one bad word about tacos or I'll tell Reed on you."
She rears back. "Tell Reed what? He doesn't own me."
Darcy leans over to me and fake whispers to me. "She's so full of it. Majorly dick-whipped and everybody knows it."
K.T. scowls. "Like you're one to talk, Miss Recently Engaged. You know you're only marrying Thomas Abernathy because of his—" K.T. clears her throat—"reputation."
I don't mean to giggle, but I do. All three of us know exactly what K.T. is referring to, and it's not just a playboy reputation. Thom Abernathy has a reputation for being the Mount Everest of cock, the most sought after one night stand of Valentine. At least, he did before he met Darcy and they fell in love and he proposed and that whole thing.
Darcy shrugs and gives us a prim, dainty looking little smile. "I'm sure I don't know what you're referring to, Miss Give a Press Conference to Talk About my Fiancé’s Bedroom Skills."
Ah yes. The scandal involving Reed Harrington IV was the talk of not only Valentine, but the entire state of Indiana for a while there. And then there was the part where K.T. basically told everyone on national television that she and Reed were getting married because he was unbelievably good in bed.
Of course, even thinking about bedroom sexy times stuff makes my entire body burn red hot again, and I start coughing over my beer. Both K.T. and Darcy cluck over me like a pair of little mother hens. In a very pretty, not chicken-y at all sort of way.
"Do you need a drink?" asked K.T. handing me her beer.
"Some fresh air?" offers Darcy helpfully, whacking me on the back with a surprisingly strong movement. She really does have some serious muscles on her.
I shake my head and wave them both off. "I'm fine, it's just—" My voice drifts off while I think about how much I can say.
Is there a good way to tell your new friends that the guy you want to bang you like a screen door in a storm accidentally lit his balls on fire in your bathroom?
K.T. nods. "I can already tell this is about the Daniels emergency." She sighs. "I'm going to regret asking, but what happened Lily?"
I put my beer back down and fold my hands daintily in my lap before I begin. "Well, it involved some hot wax."
Darcy's eyes get big. Like saucer sized. Maybe small moon of Saturn sized. But K.T. shrugs. "Okay a little wax play. No big deal."
And being the suave, sexually liberated woman that I am, I almost choke at her cavalier attitude. "K.T., no." I hiss the words out but then pause. "At least I don't think so."
At that, she slaps the counter. "It's not really a maybe area, Lily. Either you're vanilla or you're a little kinky. We don't kink shame here at Riddles, so if you want to pour hot wax all over each other and then maybe follow up with a little ice cube session...." Her eyes fix off in the distance, and suddenly I have an entirely new set of questions about her and Reed.
"I didn't pour hot wax all over Daniels' balls or dick. I promise."
At this, both of them visibly relax. I guess it's a good thing that I didn't do that. Okay, noted.
K.T. nods at me. "That would probably be expert level. At least advanced. You've got to be really careful with that sensitive skin or else—"
Darcy's elbow to K.T.’s midriff cuts off the rest of that speech, leaving me with more questions than answers. But at what point in a friendship do you get to ask questions about pouring hot wax on your one night stand's genitals? I feel like Girl Club is still too new to withstand some embarrassing sex questionnaire.
I shake my head. "I didn't do it. I promise. It was an accident."
And at that, I pick up my beer and drink the rest of it as quickly as possible, then tell them both the entire sad story involving the post-picnic party at my place, including the bathtub and the ice pack and the abject humiliation that passes for my sex life these days.
By the time I'm done rehashing the great balls of fire story, both women are giving me a look that is probably pity. I wave them both off. "No, no. Don't look at me like that."
Darcy shakes her head and gives me a tiny, watery looking smile. "Like what, Lily? We're listening. That's what friends do for each other."
"You're listening like my love life is the biggest train wreck you've ever heard spoken of out loud in your entire life."
K.T. shrugs again. "Look, we've all had our ups and downs. I had to go bail Reed out of jail. And Darcy ended up going out on some extra fancy date with some rich snobby guy before Thom managed to talk some sense to her."
Darcy rolls her eyes so hard I can feel it. "That's not how that went."
"Is too."
"Is not."
