Page 8 of Honor Me (Men of Inked 6)
“It takes more than that, Mia. I’m not completely a lightweight drinker anymore.”
“That’s right, bitches. That’s because of me,” Izzy added. “No more virgin daiquiris for that girl. She’s a big girl now. Has the panties to prove it, too.”
I leaned forward with the glass still in my hand but holding it carefully so as not to spill an ounce. “Not today, Iz. I didn’t put any on,” I confessed and felt dirty and sexy at once.
“I don’t want to know,” Izzy said, waving her hand in front of me.
“Your brother doesn’t like when I wear them anymore.”
“Stop!” Izzy placed her hand in front of my face. “Don’t say anything more.”
Sophia elbowed her and laughed. “Don’t listen to her. We all want to know. How is Joe?”
My belly rolled at the mention of my husband. “Sexier than ever, Soph.”
“Fuck,” she hissed, throwing back her martini like it was water before setting the glass down on the table. “Do all you bitches have pierced junk at home?”
Everyone smirked, knowing that what they had was special and totally freaking amazing.
Sophia dragged her hands down her face and grunted. “I hate you all. Kayden won’t get his dick pierced. He said he doesn’t need it to give me what I need.”
Kayden, her husband, had always been a trip. He never lived life in the shadow of anyone else. Their life hadn’t always been easy, but their love was much like that of Joe and myself—meant to be.
“You’re not missing out on anything.” I tried to make her feel better.
“Lies,” she groaned.
“Pierced or not, we’re all pretty damn lucky,” Max said before waving over the waitress for another round.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“Speaking of dicks, what’s the plan tonight?” Mia asked Izzy.
“We’re going to see a dick or two.” Izzy giggled and took a sip of her martini with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.
“Ladies,” I said, my voice almost a song. “I’m going to have to pass on seeing a penis that isn’t my husband’s.”
“You’re such a pussy,” Angel chimed in, and it took everything in me not to spit out my drink. She typically didn’t use that word, and it took me completely by surprise.
“Yeah, she is. I thought maybe some of my dirty had rubbed off on her, but clearly she needs an ‘attitude adjustment,’ as James calls it.”
I rolled my eyes and ignored their nonsense. I wasn’t a pussy for not wanting to see the junk of strangers. I was happily in love. Hell, I still lusted after my husband. After months of being depressed and uninterested in sex, I was finally back on the Joe train, and I planned to ride that beautiful cock as much as possible. I wanted to get home to my husband, a little tipsy, and see what he had planned for me. There was no way I was going to a strip club with this group of horny biddies.
“I bet you get a lot of those.” Max nudged Izzy’s arm and cackled.
Izzy’s grin widened. “I can’t help myself, plus I’d be lying if I said I hated them. I’m always up for a spanking.”
“Jesus,” Max mumbled and pretended to gag.
Izzy turned quickly, giving her full attention to Max. “Oh, shut your face, Max! You’re a dirty whore too.” Izzy wagged her finger in front of Max’s face. “Don’t act like you’re a nun. I know Anthony. I know him better than almost anyone in the world. That man is kinky as fuck and all about the spankings.”
“Well…I…” Max cleared her throat. “He doesn’t give me an attitude adjustment.”
“That’s because he knows there’s no hope for you. You’re just attitude all the time.” Angel laughed and lifted her chin high. “Which is why we love you.”
Max’s eyes narrowed into tiny slits as she glanced across the table at Angel. “Are you saying that because I’m black?”
Angel leaned forward and her face morphed. “I’m saying it because you’re Max. Anthony wouldn’t love you if you weren’t all filled with piss and vinegar. I bet you probably spank him.” Angel smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you?”
“The man deserves a whipping, not a spanking. He’s more than I can handle.”
“Pssh. Bullshit,” Izzy quipped. “You handle him just fine. The same way I handle James.”
The table erupted in laughter. There wasn’t a woman at this table who hadn’t taunted her man. It was part of the fun. Even Joe. The man could be merciless, and I loved every second of it.
“Back to our original topic,” Mia said as she glanced down at her watch. “What time do we have to go?”
“We have thirty minutes to finish the next round to still get there on time with traffic.”
I turned the delicate stem of the martini glass in my hands and kept my eyes veiled because I felt guilty not being able to hang out with the girls. But I needed to see my husband. “I can’t go, ladies. Sorry.”
Izzy pulled out her phone, punched a few buttons, and lifted it to her ear. “Hey, brother. We’re taking Suzy out tonight. Okay?” I glared at her, unable to hide my annoyance, but she just stuck out her tongue at me like a child. “Why don’t you tell her so she doesn’t think I’m bullshitting her?”
She held out the phone to me, and I snarled as I took it. I loved Izzy, but at times, I also wanted to knock her on her ass for being so goddamn bossy. “Hey, baby.” My voice sounded sugar sweet, but if I knew Joe, he could hear my aggravation.
“Sugar, go out with the girls for a while. I’ll come get you around eleven and bring you home.”
“I want to come home and be with you.” I pouted even though he couldn’t see my face, which earned me a smack on the hand from Izzy.
She mouthed, “Pussy,” and I flipped her the finger.
/> “We have all night. You have a little girl time. I’ll put the kids down to bed and ask Mike to stay here while I come and get you.”
“Mike’s there?”
“He’s stopping by. He said he wanted to talk to me, so I figured Gigi and Lily could have a playdate.”
My husband is the best one in the world. “All right, Joe. As long as you’re okay with it.”
“I’m happy you’re taking some time for yourself. Love you, sugar.”
“Love you too,” I said before handing the phone back to a very smug Izzy.
“Thanks, bro. I’ll make sure she behaves.” Izzy winked at me. The last time she was supposed to make sure I behaved, strippers showed up and Joe and I almost ended. “Later,” she said before hanging up. “Everything’s set. Let’s drink up. We have a party to get to.”
“I don’t think I should have another.” I’ve never been a big drinker, but over the years I grew more accustomed to it, especially hanging out with this crew. Once they introduced me to the flavored martini, there was no looking back. “My lips already feel a bit numb. I think if I have another, I won’t be able to see straight.” I bit my lip, and just as I had said, it was tingly.
“Perfect,” Izzy snorted.
Hopefully, in the hours between drink two and Joe picking me up, I’d sober up enough to enjoy a night with my husband.
I pulled up my proverbial big-girl panties and tossed back the last of my martini before dragging the second one in front of me. I deserved to let go a little.
* * *
“Can I take this off now?” I asked and started to tug on the blindfold that Izzy just happened to have in her purse.
Izzy slapped my hand away. “Stop that. It’s not time to take it off.”
I gritted my teeth, annoyed with not knowing exactly where I was, but it wouldn’t be a night out with Izzy without a little blindsiding. “Does everyone have on a blindfold or just me?”
“The other girls do too.” I knew she was lying as soon as they all started to giggle.
“Let’s do this,” Sophia said from my side.
I leaned over toward her voice and hoped I was close enough that she could hear me if I whispered. “Should I be scared?”
“Nah,” she muttered. “I promise you’ll have a smile on your face soon enough.”
“I’d better or I’m beating you after I beat Izzy.”
A door opened and the vibrations of a musical beat in the distance caught my attention. Without my sight, my other senses became more acute. “Are we at a club?” I asked as Sophia’s body moved before she opened her door.
“You can say that,” Angel replied in a strange voice.
After climbing out of the car, I held on to Sophia’s arm and walked on shaky legs. Martini number two hadn’t been my friend. My entire body felt like jelly. I wasn’t even sure my words came out without a slur, but I was so relaxed that it didn’t really matter either.
The crunching of the gravel under my feet made it even harder to walk. “I’m taking this shit off,” I whined and tried to remove the blindfold, but I almost lost my balance.
“No,” Sophia jerked her arm, causing me to stumble further.
“Don’t do that!” I yelled, grabbing on to her with both hands. “Are you
