Page 21 of Hearts at Seaside
Jenna downed the wine, closing her eyes as the tangy liquid slid down her throat, quelling the panic inside her.
“Not only did he say it, but the man said it like he was good at it, and then…Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I didn’t tell you. When I went to the ladies’ room, he had this blond bimbo cornered, and she saidshewas out of his league, and that he was like a wild animal in the bedroom.” Jenna shook her head. “Blow your mind, that’s what she said. If she’s out of his league, what is he doing saying that stuff to me?”
“You’re a hundred times hotter than any woman at that bar,” Amy said.
“This is what you always wanted, Jenna.He’swhat you’ve always wanted,” Bella reminded her.
Jenna covered her face and groaned. Then she peeked out over her fingertips. “I’m not sure I even know what erotic sex really means. Bondage? Threesome?”
“Jenna!” Amy covered her mouth.
“I think our sweet Pete has a dark side, and it scares me a little,” Jenna admitted.
Bella swatted the air. “Look at Caden. He’s Mr. Polite on the streets, but hotter than lava in the bedroom.”
“He’s freaking hot on the streets, too, Bella, and you know it.” Jenna looked away.
“Yes, but so is Kurt, and Pete, of course,” Leanna said. “Kurt’s an animal in the bedroom. My docile, quiet wordsmith turns my world upside down.” Kurt was about as even-tempered as they came, and as a writer, he often lived in his own head.
“We know,” Amy and Jenna said in unison. Leanna and Kurt often forgot to close their windows when they were fooling around, and they weren’t exactly quiet lovers.
Jenna lay back and looked up at the stars. “But what does itmeanwhen a guy sayseroticandsensual?”
Amy folded her hands in her lap. “Don’t ask me. I’m vanilla or chocolate. You’re talking about funky flavors I’ve never tasted.”
Jenna bolted upright. “Ha! I love you, Ames.” Jenna set serious eyes on Bella. “Well?”
“Why do you look at me?” Bella laughed. “Who knows? But I don’t think it’s any of the stuff you’re worried about.”
“Oh.” Jenna heard the disappointment in her own voice and it surprised her. “I mean, oh, good.”
“Yeah, whatever. What’s the big deal? It’s not like you’re sexually repressed.” Bella tore off a chunk of cookie dough and handed it to Jenna. “I mean, threesome, that would be a deal breaker for me, but you know what I mean. He’s a guy. He probably meant really good, hot sex. Passion and power, a lethal combination.”
“Finish the wine. I’m getting cold.” Leanna reached for one of Amy’s blankets.
“That’s because all you’re wearing is Kurt’s sweatshirt,” Amy said.
Leanna arched a brow. “If you slept with my fiancé, wouldyouwear clothes?”
Amy took a swig of wine. “If I slept with your fiancé, you’d beat my backside, so it wouldn’t matter what I wore. I’d be dead.”
Jenna sighed. “Can we focus? I have one more confession.”
All eyes locked on her.
“When I was clutching him for dear life, buck naked…” She drew in a deep breath. “I didn’t feel a zing.”
Bella was putting a chunk of cookie dough in her mouth, and she stopped with her hand in the air. “What?”
“It was more of aZING, POW, BAM!”
Amy squealed and hugged Jenna. Bella wrapped her arms around Jenna from behind. Leanna jumped to her feet, and then all four of them were jumping in a circle, hugging and laughing in a celebratory dance.
Bella tripped and reached for Amy on her way down, pulling both of them into the pool. Jenna doubled over in laughter and fell forward, headfirst into the water. The three of them broke the surface in fits of laughter, clinging to one another as they swam for the side of the pool.
“Shh!” Leanna reached for their hands. “Shh. Theresa’s going to catch us!” As they climbed from the pool, Leanna wrapped blankets around them. “Theresa’s light is on. We’re so dead.”
“Hurry.” Jenna ran to the gate and held it open.
