Page 8 of One Pucking Surprise
I choke on my own coffee. “What? No! I didn’t disappear. I was just… tired. That’s all.”
Chloe’s eyes go wide, and her jaw drops. “Oh my God, Lainey. You had sex!”
My mind flashes back to Zach, his smirk, and the way his hands felt as he wrapped me up against him. I shoot the memory away.
She continues. “Was it one of the hockey players? Because I saw one of them totally checking you out.”
“You did? Who?”
“Blake Saunders.”
“He’s cute, but no. Too young.”
“So you admit you had sex last night?” Janelle says.
“Was it someone we know?” Chloe chimes in.
“No one you need to worry about,” I say quickly, but my flustered tone betrays me.
Janelle’s laugh is low and knowing, and she steps closer, nudging me with her shoulder. “Sounds like someone swept our Lainey off her feet.”
“Hardly.” I give her a look. “It was just… one of those nights, okay?”
Chloe can barely contain her excitement. “Come on, spill. Who was it?”
I hesitate, but there’s no point in hiding it. They’ll find out, eventually. “Fine,” I mutter,casting a quick glance around like Zach might magically appear. “It was Zach.”
Chloe’s jaw drops, and Janelle laughs so hard that the stylist gives us a curious glance. Chloe reaches out, clutching my arm. “Zach Darling?OurZach?”
“Yes,thatZach,” I say, rolling my eyes. “And before you get any ideas, it was a one-time thing. Just… a momentary lapse in judgment.”
Janelle’s eyebrow arches as she tilts her head. “Was it really just that? Because from the look on your face, I’d say he left quite the impression.”
I cross my arms, feeling a mix of embarrassment and something else I can’t quite name. “It’s not like that. He’s… well, he’s Zach. Charming, infuriating, and way too confident for his own good.”
“How did this happen? I thought you two couldn’t stand each other.” Chloe asks.
“I blame it on the alcohol.”
“You had two shots,” Janelle says.
“I know! We were dancing. And I was feeling all kinds of ways after finding out that Drew was attending Chloe’s wedding. And she’s all happy with Wyatt. Then it hit me. I’m thirty. I don’t have a love life except for a few one-night stands. Then it just happened.”
“Wait, who’s Drew?” Janelle asks, tilting her head.
“My cousin,” Chloe says.
“Your cousin?” Janelle echoes, her brows lifting in surprise. “Okay, we’ll get back to Drew later. First, the good stuff—was it good at least?”
“That’s the worst part. The sex was fucking mind-blowing.”
Chloe’s eyes widen. “Define mind-blowing.”
“Four orgasms,” I mutter.
They both gasp in unison.
“Four?” Chloe echoes. “Lainey, how are you even standing right now?”
