“Like I’d tell you my secrets,” she retorts with a roll of her eyes.
“You mean the very secrets that you use on me?”
“Exactly.” Cassie nods, unfazed. “Now, if you don’t mind, Ava and I have some more non-work work to do.”
But before they head back to the kitchen, Ava walks toward the table, leans down in front of me with the cleavage of her gorgeous breasts directly in my face and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “Have fun, boyfriend,” she whispers into my ear, and her warm breath brushes the skin of my neck and the smell of her sweet and flowery perfume fills my nostrils.
Fuck, does she always smell this good?
And because I must be in an alternate-fucking-universe, my cock threatens to take notice.
Goddamn. What the hell is happening?AvaStick a fork in me because I am done with a capital D. I swear, if I try to eat even one more bite of turkey, of dressing, of pumpkin pie, I’ll explode.
Which, with the way everyone else is relaxing on the sofas and the lux loungers in the Kellys’ massive living room, I’d say I’m not the only one feeling more stuffed than the delicious turkey we consumed a few hours ago.
“You really outdid yourself, Georgie. I ate so much food it looks like T-bag knocked me up again,” Cassie comments as she steps into the room, holding a glass of wine and a bourbon in her hands. She hands one off to her husband Thatch and proceeds to make herself cozy in his lap.
“God, I know,” Winnie agrees with wide eyes, patting her stomach, and her husband Wes wraps his arm around her shoulders and kisses her forehead. “But damn, the food was so good. Seriously, Georgie. Kudos to the chef.”
“Pretty sure my darling wife is otherwise occupied sleeping off the booze Cass gave her,” Kline teases, his voice quiet as he glances down at a sleeping Georgia in his lap.
“Crazy, is that a challenge?” Thatch asks, kissing Cassie’s cheek and resting a free hand on her knee.
“Is what a challenge?”
He waggles his brows. “Knocking you up again.”
“Um…no. Pretty sure I’m all set with your two mini-me heathens you already bestowed upon me.” Cassie snorts. Then not-so-discreetly slaps him in the crotch.
Thatch groans, but then he grins. “Yeah, but you know, what if we have a girl this time?”
“Aw, a mini-Cassie!” Ruby exclaims from the other side of the room where she’s currently cozied up with her husband Cap, who instantly starts cracking up when he takes in Thatch’s wide, terrified eyes.
“Never mind,” Thatch mutters.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Thatcher?” Cassie retorts and turns to glare at him.
“It means I literally cannot handle two Cassies in the same house.”
She sits up and glares at him. “Are you saying I’m high-maintenance, Thatcher?”
“Uh oh…” Both Lena and Theo tease from across the room, grinning at each other with amused eyes.
“Oh boy,” Greer, Trent’s wife, comments. “I think shit is about to go down.”
Instantly, Maybe giggles and hides her face into her husband Milo’s chest. “I’m afraid to look. I think she might really turn into a praying mantis and bite his head off.”
Emory and her husband Quincy watch on in fascination like they have popcorn in their laps, and Rocky and her husband Harrison pretty much do the same.
“Thatcher,” Cassie snaps, eyeing her husband with the kind of glare I think might actually singe skin.
“No, honey, I’m not saying you’re high-maintenance. I’m saying you’re a lunatic,” Thatch eventually answers, and everyone in the room just stares with wide eyes. “A beautiful, fluffing amazing lunatic whom I love dearly. But a lunatic, nonetheless.”
The room goes quiet.
But then, Cassie just shrugs and presses a hard kiss to her husband’s lips. “Yeah, I guess you have a point. Two Cassies in one house would probably be a disaster.”
If I’ve learned anything in the past few hours at the Kellys’ Friendsgiving dinner, it’s that Cassie and Thatch’s relationship is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. They bicker and flirt and bust out the most random, inappropriate but hilarious shit I’ve ever heard.
Hell, just during dinner prep alone, Cassie told more about her sex life with her well-endowed husband than one person should ever have to know.
How do I know he’s well-endowed? Because she legit calls it his Supercock.
Frankly, they’re crazy. But somehow, it works for them.
And the rest of their friends are…pretty damn awesome. Welcoming and friendly, they make you feel like you’ve always been a part of their little group.
“How you doing there, Ace?” Luke whispers into my ear, and I glance up to meet his eyes.
“Like I ate one too many pieces of pumpkin pie. You might have to carry me home.”
He grins down at me and gently pats my stomach. “I don’t know… I think you might still have some more room, and I’m pretty sure you didn’t try—”