Page 206 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
She’s not wrong.
After piling our plates with food and pouring ourselves more glasses of wine we set ourselves up on the outdoor lounges around the pool.
“Tonight, it’s all about us. Like Gracie said earlier, the silver lining in this fucked up mess is that we all get to be together instead of scattered across the furthest ends of the world. We are sitting and chatting and having an old-fashioned gossip session. I want us to get back to how we used to be when we were young before careers, relationships, and monsters got in the way,” Sophie states, holding up her glass of champagne.
“Okay, I’ll go first. Zoe.” Mackenzie looks at her. “How does double penetration work?”
We all choke on our drinks as we burst out laughing.
“I can’t believe you just asked that!” I cry.
“You’re a fucking doctor,” Sophie exclaims.
“Come on, I can’t be the only one who’s curious. Like, my baby
sister gets to sleep with two gorgeous men every single night. Most women’s fantasies are having two men love them,” Mackenzie grumbles as she takes a large sip of her wine.
“We don’t do it often because it hurts,” Zoe says sheepishly. “You need a lot of lube. But the orgasms are amazing.” She giggles.
Mackenzie groans in frustration. “It’s so not fair. I’m going to die of sexual frustration.”
“I’ve seen you flirting with Damon,” Sophie says.
Mackenzie stills. “What? No I haven’t,” she says, sounding flustered.
“And he flirts back, too.” Sophie smiles, teasing our oldest sister.
“He does?” Mackenzie asks seemingly surprised.
Sophie nods. “He’s single, too.”
Damon may be an IT geek, but he also looks like a GI Joe version. Tall
maybe six-foot-three, and his body is ripped, especially for someone who sits behind a desk all day. He has a blond buzz cut, blue eyes hidden behind dark reading glasses, and a chiseled jaw. He looks like a Ken doll that got lost in the desert and was trained by Navy Seals for special ops missions, which is probably what happened. If Maxim heard me talking like that, Damon would be a dead man.
“He’s hot,” Zoe grins, elbowing Mackenzie, who seems to be lost in a Damon fantasy.
“Fine, he’s hot. But I doubt he’s interested in me.” She glares at us. “Next, subject.”
“How did you and Brooks meet?” Zoe asks Sophie.
Good one, that seemed like such a mystery.
Sophie rolls her eyes. “It’s not romantic or anything. He was my bodyguard when I was working in the Middle East, and as you can guess, I used to get into lots of trouble following a lead.”
We laugh, and she flips us off.
“My bosses wanted to keep me safe because they didn’t want our family to sue them for working in dangerous situations or whatever. Brooks and I had been working closely for probably six months. You’ve seen him, he’s so serious.”
Brooks is huge, like a giant and Sophie is tiny, the smallest of all of us. I think that’s why she’s the feistiest, like a Chihuahua. Seeing the two of them together is hilarious, she doesn’t even make it to his shoulder. He may be a tough guy, but when it comes to Sophie, you can see he’s a big old pussy cat.
“Anyway, we were in town. I was following a lead, and of course Brooks was with me. Next thing I knew, my contact took a sniper’s bullet between the eyes. Brooks scooped me up and took me to safety. I was in shock—I’d known my contact for years. She was a good friend.” Sophie’s eyes glisten with unshed tears. “He took me back to the hotel and got me drunk. Next thing I know we were ripping each other’s clothes off.”
“And you’ve been fucking ever since?” Mackenzie asks.
“No. It was just one night. We were friends, plus we worked together, anything more would complicate things,” she explains.
“He was the contact you called in the Middle East when you needed help. And he dropped everything and came here for you. He stayed for you,” Mackenzie adds.
