“I’m waiting, Mrs. Morris,” Court said as she sat back and folded her arms across her chest.
“I never told you about that? Are you sure? I’m positive I did,” Whitley said.
“The other three, please,” Courtney said as she snapped her head over at Layton, who quickly looked away.
Whitley leaned over the table and said, “Court. Really? Can we talk about this maybe another time?” She jerked her head over toward me and made a face.
Courtney shook her head as she continued to stare at Whitley.
“Fine. The second time was in the parking lot of a movie theater, the third was on the side of the highway after I picked Layton up at the airport, and the fourth time was in the ranch truck as we were making rounds around the ranch.”
I shot my head up and looked at Layton. “Really? In the ranch truck, Layton? I’m never gonna be able to drive or sit in that truck again.”
Layton started laughing as I sat there, shaking my head.
Courtney leaned forward. “You never told me about all those times. How could you? I’m your best friend! I told you about me and Reed having sex in Layton’s pool while y’all were getting the food ready for the cookout two weeks ago.”
Shit.
“What in the fuck? You had sex in my pool, dude? While I was home? That is so beyond messed-up,” Layton said as he pointed at me.
At this point, I chose to stay silent. I had a feeling this train was about to wreck at any moment.
“Courtney, does it really matter? And can you keep your voice down, please?” Whitley said as she looked around.
“Well, Reed and I had sex in the dance club tonight,” Courtney spit out.
Yep, train derailing now. I slid farther down in my seat as I looked around.
“What? How? My God! Where in the club?” Whitley’s hands went up to her mouth as she let out a gasp. “Is that where y’all disappeared to? You were having sex?”
Courtney leaned back and smiled as she nodded her head. “Yep,” she said as she popped her P.
Whitley’s eyes got big as she moved in closer and whispered, “Oh my God…was it hot? Oh, I bet it was hot as hell.”
“What?” Layton and I both said at once.
Courtney giggled. “Oh, you have no idea how h
ot it was.”
I looked back and forth between each of them.
“Did anyone see?” Whitley asked with a giggle.
“Wait, what?” Layton said as he looked at me.
I shrugged.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I screamed like all get-out, too!” Court said.
Layton slammed his hands over his ears. “Stop! Oh, for the love of all things. Stop!”
Whitley looked at Layton and pulled his hands down. “Oh, stop it.”
Layton pointed at me while I was still sitting there in a state of shock from Court screaming out that we’d just had sex…in the club. Then, he pointed at Courtney.
“I don’t want to picture them doing it against the wall in the dance club tonight. Change of conversation,” he said.