“Just don’t call me when you have tetanus in your toes.”

“That’s disgusting,” Noel says as Jace pulls up to the curb. He’s in my car since his is just a two-seater.

“Hi, ladies,” he says with a smile. Noel climbs into the back seat, and I fall into the passenger seat, smiling at him.

“You’re hot,” I inform him.

“And you’re drunk,” he says with a laugh. “I haven’t seen you like this in years.”

“I haven’t done this in years,” I reply with a frown. “I’m always the responsible one.”

“We need more girls’ nights out,” Noel informs us from the back seat. “With champagne and celebrity gossip and kisses from strangers on the dance floor.”

Jace’s head whips to mine, and he scowls.

“It’s hot when you’re jealous,” I inform him.

“You kissed a stranger?”

“Not her, you idiot. Me,” Noel says with a giggle. “She’s too hung up on you to even dance with a boy.”

Jace reaches over to take my hand in his and kisses the back of my knuckles. “Good girl.”

“Oh, that sounded dominant,” Noel says as she scoots forward. “Are you a dominant? Like, do you tie her up and use a flogger and have a red room of pain?”

“You read too many books,” I say with a giggle. “But I wouldn’t mind the flogger.”

“Good God,” Jace mutters, rubbing his fingers over his lips. “You girls shouldn’t be out alone when you’re this drunk. It’s not safe.”

“We’re perfectly safe,” I reply.

“Yeah, I carry mace,” Noel says primly. “And don’t change the subject. Do you use butt plugs?”

I blow a raspberry as I laugh my ass off, and Jace chuckles.

“Not yet,” he says.

“I want to play with butt plugs,” Noel says, almost pouting in the back seat. “I need to find a fuck buddy. I don’t want anything permanent or serious because I don’t have time for that, but sometimes, a girl just needs something shoved up her ass.”

“Oh my God!” I exclaim, shocked and laughing harder than I have in years. “Noel, you do not want that.”

“Okay, maybe not. But he should shove something somewhere.”

“You’re home,” Jace says, sounding ridiculously relieved.

“Do you need me to help you inside?” I ask my sister, but she shakes her head as she climbs out of the car.

“Call you tomorrow,” she says, waving without looking back as she stumbles up the walk to her small house. Once she’s inside, Jace pulls away from the curb, and I make a dive for his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“Unzipping your pants,” I reply as if that should be self-evident.

“Why?”

“This seatbelt is in my way.” I unclip it and let it zoom away, giving me easier access to his perfect dick.

Once he’s unzipped and I’ve pushed aside his clothes, I’m delighted to find that he’s already hard.

“Did the butt plug talk do this to you?”

“No, you unzipping my pants did it,” he says. “Joy, I can’t drive like this.”

“You’re a smart man,” I say and drag the tip of my tongue around the crown of his cock. “You can drive.”

“Fuck me, Joy.”

“I am.” I lower over him, taking him to the back of my throat, and then pull up again as I lick him firmly. “Can’t wait ’til we get home.”

He buries one hand in my hair, and I go to work on him, licking the length of him along that rigid vein that sticks out when he’s super turned on—the way he is now. He’s breathing hard and moans every time I sink down and grip him with my lips, milking him with my mouth.

He tastes salty, and his skin is smooth.

“Delicious,” I say when I come up for air. “I love your cock.”

“Jesus Christ, if you keep this up, I’ll come.”

“Oh, good.” I’m jacking him with my fist and paying a lot of attention to the tip, until finally I sink down once more and he comes in my mouth, spraying the back of my throat.

It doesn’t trigger my gag reflex. Instead, it’s possibly the sexiest thing that’s ever happened when I’m drunk.

I clean him up and fall back into my seat, a satisfied smile on my lips.

“I could have killed us.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t you that kissed that stranger tonight?”

I shake my head. “Noel kissed him,” I say with a sigh. “And I thought about doing that to you.”

“Remind me to be your chauffeur more often.”

Laughing. I can hear laughing, and it only makes my headache worse.

I lift my head from the pillow on Jace’s bed and frown. Carl is curled up next to me, purring and kneading the bedding with his one front paw.

“’Morning,” I say to him before I walk to the bathroom and pee longer than I ever have before. “That’s what drinking that much does to you.”

I frown and find some leggings and a loose sweatshirt and, without brushing my hair or my teeth, I venture out to see who Jace is laughing with.

I hope I don’t regret looking like this.

I pad barefoot to the kitchen and rub my eyes as Jace and Levi both look over at me with wide smiles.

“What?”

“Good morning, baby,” Jace says as he crosses to me and kisses my head. “Want some coffee?”

“Yeah.” I yawn and sit next to Levi at the island. “Why are you laughing?”

“I was telling him about you guys last night,” Jace says and looks at me with mischievous eyes as he passes me my coffee. “There was a lot of butt plug talk.”

I frown, thinking back on last night, then smile. “Oh, yeah. That was funny.”

“How do you feel?” Levi asks.

“Like roadkill,” I say and take a sip of coffee. “And like you’re both yelling at me.”

“Not yelling,” Jace says. “I was just telling Levi that I got us tickets to see Hamilton on Friday.”

“I didn’t know Hamilton was in town,” I say. “But, yay! I’ve been wanting to see it.”

“I know. I got us really good seats, and we’ll have to dress up.”

I frown. I have lots of dresses that I could wear, but he’s seen them all already. I want to look better for this, it’s an actual date.

I’ll call Noel and ask her to go shopping with me.

“You don’t want to go?” Jace asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“What? No, I do. Why do you ask?”

“You’re frowning.”

“Oh. I’m just hung-over.” I sip more coffee and feel it dribble onto my sweatshirt. “And clumsy.”

“You’re cute when you’re hung-over,” Levi says with a smile.

“Your flattery will get you everywhere,” I reply. “Also, I have questions for you.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“What happened with you and Starla?”

And just like that, Levi shuts down. He gazes down into his own coffee mug, and his lips tighten.

“Come on, you can tell me. I don’t have to know all the dirty specifics, I just want to know if you’re going to see her again.”

“Not talking about it.”

He’s literally shut down.

“I’m a vault,” I promise him, holding up two fingers. I’ve never been a scout, and I’m not sure that Girl Scouts hold up two fingers. “I’m not a gossip. Was the sex good? Are you going to see her soon? Do you talk via text all day and fall asleep while talking on the FaceTime?”

“Jesus, you could be a detective,” Levi mumbles into his mug before taking a sip. “I’m not talking about Starla, Joy.”

“Oh, did it not go well?” I ask and tsk in sympathy. “I’m sorry. Maybe the sex just wasn’t all that good.”

He glares at me, and I know I’m way off the mark there.




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