Page 100 of Highball Rush
“I actually found the description quite helpful,” Cassidy said. “And by god, once you get it right, it’s worth it.”
“Is it?” Shelby asked, leaning forward. “I wasn’t sure, but maybe we should give it a go.”
“Are you kidding?” Cassidy asked. “Jonah was basically made for that sort of thing. Trust me. Try it.”
“Ladies, that wasn’t even my favorite part,” EmmaLeigh said. “I was all aflutter at the end when he met her out on that balcony. There were all those people down below, but they just…”
A chorus ofoohs andahhs went around the circle.
“For me, it’s not so much about the way the scenes play out,” Cassidy said. “Because let’s be honest, a lot of it is more than any of us would really indulge in.”
Heads nodded in agreement.
“But there’s a freedom in it,” she continued. “I think that’s what I’m enjoying the most.”
I leaned down, reaching into my bag to dig out my Kindle.
“You know what I really appreciate,” Dixie said, glancing up from her knitting. “I feel like I’ve been able to connect with Clyde in ways we haven’t in years.”
“That’s so beautiful,” EmmaLeigh said.
“It is,” Dixie said, her expression going wistful. “Here I thought my lady parts had all but dried up. They just needed a little spark to wake ’em up again.”
“Good for you,” Cassidy said.
“Get it, girl,” Scarlett said with a grin.
“You’re never too old to rev up your engine,” Dixie said, pointing around the circle with one of her knitting needles. “Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t,” Scarlett said, leaning back in her chair. “I plan on having orgasms until the day I die.”
“Use it or lose it,” Dixie said. “Although take it from me, if you lose it, you can still bring her back to life. Clyde and I ain’t what we used to be, but some old-fashioned horizontal refreshment is still plum good. Even at our age.”
I blinked a few times, still bent over with my arm in my bottomless bag. What on earth were they talking about? I sat up and leaned closer to Shelby.
“I thought this was a book club,” I whispered.
“It is,” she whispered back.
“Then why does it sound like Dixie Miller is talking about sex?”
“Because she is,” Shelby said, as if that was what all seventy-plus-year-old women talked about at book clubs.
“Why?”
“Haven’t you read the book?” she asked.
“Just the beginning. Everyone said I should come anyway, but I’m lost.”
“Oh,” Shelby said, like it all made sense to her now. “Skip to chapter six.”
I dug around in my bag again until I found my Kindle, then swiped through the pages to chapter six. The rest of the women continued their conversation—EmmaLeigh started in on a list of ten ways to get in a quickie when you’re pressed for time—and I started reading.
My eyes slid across the page, a scene that began with the two main characters chatting over dinner in a fancy restaurant. Their conversation quickly turned seductive, then became downright dirty. He leaned over the table and described a long list of things he planned on doing to her as soon as he had the chance. Just reading the dialogue made my heart pump.
The female character got up and made her way to the ladies’ room. A minute later, her date joined her. I tracked the words faster now, the scene getting intense. Clothes being taken off, piece by piece, each article exposing new areas of skin to be touched and kissed. Low murmurs and sexy growls, neither of them seeming to care that they could be caught at any moment.
I kept reading, feeling my cheeks flush and everything below the waist tingle. The couple in the book started having sex. Their positioning seemed unlikely, if not impossible, but it was written so convincingly, I was transported to that posh bathroom with marble tile and wide mirrors. I could see it all. The way he maneuvered her body into previously unknown positions that allowed him to drive his abnormally large penis deep inside her. Her blissful pleasure as he gave her the most amazing, intense, and all-encompassing orgasm of her life.
