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Oh. Shit.

Fixing the beanie on her head, Jade snorts.

“I heard some really loud sounds comin’ from his kitchen today, when I stopped by,” Loretta illuminates.

I drag a hand down my face, mortified. Why didn’t she tell me she was gonna stop by? Then she wouldn’t have heard.

Pleased as punch by this, Loretta keeps talking. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he knows how to make his woman come. Multiple times.” She shimmies her shoulders, her eyebrows waggin’.

Ugh.

“Oh. My. God. Shut. The. You. Know. What. Up.” I glare at her, not wanting to curse in front of the kids.

“You’ve been holding out,” Loretta scolds good-naturedly as Bink and Debbie cover their mouths, trying their best not to laugh. I love them even more for it because Loretta’s downright ridiculous.

Okay. So, I haven’t told them about the sexual stuff. It hasn’t been that long since we started, and we’re in such a good place, I didn’t want to talk about it and someone jinx how mind-blowing it’s been. There’s nothing wrong with a dirty little secret between me and my man.

“Well… he likes to be helpful,” I clarify.

Jade barks a laugh, smiling wider than I’ve seen in weeks. “Helpful.”

“Yes. We haven’t done the deed. He just likes to… you know… help.” Get me off and other things, too. Like laundry and dishes. Cooking. Making tea. But he mostly likes to help with orgasms. I’m not complaining.

“Would you say he’s a master at his craft?” Loretta’s salivating for more details on my sex life. As much as she shares about her and Blimp, this woman’s life force runs on depravity, and I love that for her. What I don’t love is her wanting my sexual exploits to fuel that life force.

Hoping this shuts down any further prodding, I explain, “Don’t pretend like you haven’t seen him in action before.” They all have. It’s no secret Gunz has always been into sex and gives no actual fucks where he performs. Except maybe with me. Time will tell if that remains true. When we met all those years ago, let’s say he didn’t care where we fucked then. In front of his brothers. On his bike. In a bar. There wasn’t a surface he was opposed to. We had our fun.

A round of bobbing heads is their response.

See. Like I said.

“We just want you happy,” comes from Bink.

“I am.” Very.

“And I wanna know when my sister is getting some after what we went through,” Loretta clarifies, her tone more serious than before.

“Well, I am getting some.” A lot. According to this salacious text, I’m getting even more tonight.

I clench at the thought of having him in there again, in just a few scant hours. The magic man. His tongue. His fingers. That voice.

I miss him already.

Geez, I’m pathetic.

“So00…. how do we feel about burgers at the wedding?” Bink throws out, changing the subject.

Heaving an internal sigh, I mouththank you. Bink flashes me a knowing smile and nods in understanding.

As they finish whatever details are needed for the wedding, I text Gunz back.

Me: I look forward to tonight.

Gunz: Me, too. I miss you, love.

Me: Miss you, too.

Gunz: Pizza tonight?

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