“Well, this is actually girl talk, and it’s against the code to tell you the details.”
“Shut your loose lips!” Reese hisses, banging me with a throw pillow.
“Presley, answer me.”
“Fine! A guy asked her out, and she said no because she’s interested in Tripp. But he doesn’t seem to return the feelings, so she’s cutting her losses.”
There, I said it! Ha! Ember starts to wriggle with laughter as Reese continues to assault me with the pillow.
“Love you, babe.” Finn hangs up, and I try to burrow into the couch under Ember to get away from my attacker.
“You bitch! Why the hell did you say all that?”
“Because I’m buzzed and it spilled out!”
“Spilled, my ass! You had diarrhea of the mouth. What the fuck happened to loyalty and sisterhood? You’re being replaced. Ember is taking the number one spot in my life!”
“Ouch!” I hold my hand over my heart, wounded.
“I’ve never been a best friend! This is great.” Ember claps enthusiastically.
“Fine, I’ll be dejected. Finn can be my new best friend. At least he gives me orgasms.” I gulp the rest of my wine and sigh dreamily.
“Oh, orgasms are very important. Even with Robbie smothering me, I still get orgasms… lots and lots of orgasms.”
“Hello! Bitches, we just discussed this… dry spell over here. Nothing more than tongue action in a month. I don’t want to hear about your fucking orgasms.” Reese gives us both the evil eye.
Ember and I exchange a look and proceed to talk about sex—raunchy, sweaty, dirty sex. When we start in on blow-jobs, Reese is so frustrated, she starts drinking out of the wine bottle, hoarding it from me.
I open my mouth to tease her some more when the door swings open, and Tripp storms in with his focus on Reese. Finn and Robbie follow, their eyes doing a sweep of the room and landing on Ember and me.
“You’re going out with that guy?” Tripp looks like he’s ready to blow up.
Reese shrugs nonchalantly, swigging out of the bottle again in a truly defiant manner.
“Answer me.”
“What if I am? Would you care?”
I cringe when his jaw starts to tick and the vein in his forehead pops. Ember scuttles closer to me and whispers, “You’re about to see exactly what I mean about these men. They don’t play around.”
Tripp gives Finn and Robbie a look, and they both move to Ember and me. Finn gently shifts Reese to the side and lifts me. Once I’m off Ember, Robbie does the same, and they carry us to the kitchen.
Finn places me gently on the counter while Robbie sits with Ember in his lap.
“Should I be worried?” I semi-whisper.
Finn doesn’t get a chance to answer when Robbie speaks up. “Ember’s the one who should be worried. I’m thinking about putting a monitor on her after today.”
“Robbie! I’m pregnant, not dying. I needed space, and you are suffocating me!”
The air in the room goes still. I watch in fascination as his face crumbles, and he pulls her closer, nuzzling into her neck. “I’m sorry, but I worry so much. Everything I do is to protect you.”
She looks at him with tears in her eyes. Then she sucks in a deep breath. “I like girls’ day. I want more of them, and I won’t apologize for sneaking off.”
“You can have them anytime you want, but never leave again without telling me.”
Finn moves in, positioning himself between my legs and caging me in with his arms. “And you should have called me. Robbie may be a protective ass, but he’s got good reason.”