Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
ALICE
I t's finally the weekend, and I’m at home for once. I’ve spent so much time at Red’s that I’ve barely used this room. At this point, the room is collecting dust. As I clean off the dresser, my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Walking over, I pick it up and see a message from Cara.
Cara: Ok, ladies, let's welcome Alice to the SSGC.
Madison: Welcome, Alice!
Sara: Just remember no matter what you read in here, this is a judge-free zone.
Crystal: Girl, hush. I’m y’all’s mama, and even I had to side-eye you heathens for a few things y’all say.
Sofia: Heathens?! Now that’s just wrong, Mama.
Taking a seat on the bed, I giggle before typing out my reply.
Me: What is SSGC?
Cara: Sinful Sisters Group Chat. Why does everyone always ask that?
Bianca: Cara, we are not doing this with you today. Why have you summoned us to the group chat? I know you probably have something up your sleeve.
Victoria: Whatever it is, leave me and Crystal out of it. The last girls' night, Madison had to be carried out of the bar. We don’t want those kinds of problems.
Madison: Rude much.
Sofia: In Madison's defense, that was her first time having tequila. And Bianca made us drink two bottles.
My eyes widen as I reread Sofia’s text, making sure I’m seeing this right. Two bottles of tequila? What the hell are their livers made of?
Bianca: I made you? That’s a bit extreme. Don’t blame me because y’all can’t keep up with me.
Sara: B, a sailor couldn’t keep up with you, so we don’t see that as an insult.
Cara: LADIES! We are getting off topic here. I wanted to invite everyone to my house tonight for a slumber party. I’ve also invited Will, Nova, Debbie, Leah, and Violet. Dad said we can drop all the kids off at seven, so don’t be late.
Bianca: A slumber party? Aren’t we a bit too grown for that?
Cara: Well, since you and Madison went and got knocked up, we can’t go to a club, so slumber party it is. Don’t worry, I got all your favorite snacks plus a nice big pregnancy pillow just for you.
Bianca: I’ll be there!
The rest of the ladies and I all reply the same before the group chat goes silent. I’m more excited about the thought of having a sleepover than I expected. I never got the chance to have a slumber party since both of my friends growing up were boys.
I jump out of my bed, pulling out a onesie I got from Victoria's Secret. I spend the rest of the day cleaning my room while texting with Red. The day passes quickly, and before I know it, we are all seated in Cara’s living room, goofing around. Will’s been making his famous margaritas, and I am a bit tipsy.
Cara has the cutest little setup for Madison and Bianca. They have their own little corner with these humongous bean bags and pregnancy pillows. They also have a few throw blankets to keep them warm.
A little bit after everyone settles in, the prospects come over. They come in with enough food to feed an army. Cara made sure we had variety. We have pizza, burgers, tacos, and pasta. As the prospects are getting ready to leave, Cara starts to hand each of them a joint.
When Madison’s brother, Ethan, goes to grab one, she clears her throat, gaining his attention.
“Does Mom know you smoke pot?” she teases.
“I’m grown, Maddy. I don’t have to report my every move anymore.” Tucking the joint behind his ear, he turns to follow the other prospects out the door.
“I don’t know, baby brother. I think we should tell her.” Madison's shoulders begin to shake as he gives her a blank stare.
“And while we’re at it, we can tell her all about you and Thor’s late-night driveway escapades,” he spits. “Had me calling on Jehovah, Buddha, and every other god to wipe that memory away.”
He walks out the door, leaving Madison horrified as we laugh. Her mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water. Her little brother has just rendered her speechless.
“My, my, my. What exactly were you and my best bud up to, Madison?” Cara eyes her with a devious smile.
“It’s these damn pregnancy hormones. He went to get me a cheesesteak from Joe's in the middle of the night because I was craving it. By the time he got back, I was ready to jump his bones.”
“And you couldn’t wait for him to make it through the door?” Sara titters.
“I really couldn’t.” She shrugged and took a sip from her drink.
We spent the next few hours goofing off and playing a few drinking games. Since Madison and Bianca were pregnant, they had to pick someone to take those shots for them. Bianca was sending most of her shots her mom's way. After a while, she tapped out and stopped playing.
As we sit around laughing and taking shots, the front door opens. Viper walks in and zones in on Cara. He bites his lip, staring at her lustfully.
“What are you doing here, Viper? Aren’t you supposed to be at my house helping the guys with the kids?” Crystal asks.
“I am. I just had to get this thing from the bedroom. Cara, can you come help me find it?” He smirks at her as she shakes her head.
“Babe, really?”
He nods eagerly. “Yup. I really need your help.”
His voice drops a few octaves. Even I get goosebumps. I don’t blame Cara, not one bit, when she hops up and hurries out of the room after him. I do, however think it’s time for us to get the hell out of here. Those two can get loud. I begin to gather my things in a hurry.
“Why are you leaving?”
Will places his hand on top of mine, stopping me.
“Are we really going to pretend we don’t know what they’re about to do? I’ve heard them once, and those two can get loud.”
All the ladies burst into laughter. I look around the group, confused. “You have nothing to fear as long as they’re inside that room.” Sara giggles before taking a shot with Sofia.
“Why is that?”
“Their bedroom is soundproof. The night you heard them, the kids were gone, so they like to get down wherever they want.”
“Oh.” My mouth forms an “O” as I sit back on the couch.
By the time Cara returns, that neat bun she had her hair in is all over the place.
“You missed a button,” Sofia tells her.
Cara looks back at her butt, and sure enough, one of the flaps to her onesie isn’t buttoned. Everyone howls in laughter as she fixes the flap with no shame.
“That’s right, baby girl. Keep it up so I can get another grandbaby.” Crystal smiles at her, but the feeling is not mutual. Cara's eyes widen with fear.
Before anyone can say anything, this girl hops over the couch and runs to the kitchen. When she comes back, she has a bottle of disinfectant spray. She sprays the area in a panic.
“You got a lot of nerve. You got two grandbabies on the way right now!” she fusses.
“It's not enough,” Crystal whines.
“Make it enough! Don’t put my name and baby in the same sentence. You know this family is cursed.” Cara slams the can down on the table before taking a seat.
Will and the ladies are laughing so hard they clutch their stomachs. Sofia notices my lack of amusement from my confusion and clears everything up for me.
“Cara believes our family is cursed because twins, triplets, and multiples run in our family.”
“How bad could it be?”
“Our generation has a set of quadruplets, four sets of triplets, and six sets of twins. Cameron and I had triplets fresh out of the gate. I was pregnant seven months after giving birth to my triplets,” Cara rants.
Stunned in disbelief, I grab the spray off the table and hit the air with a few more sprays. “I think you might need a little more of this.”
Hours pass and before I know it, it’s two in the morning. Victoria and Crystal left a while ago. There was no doubt that this slumber party was going to end early tonight. All the ol’ ladies had already expressed wanting to go home to be under their men, and I couldn't agree more.
With Crystal and Victoria gone, the conversation has turned a little spicy. Nothing is off-limits as the girls share the wild nights with their men. Seeing how comfortable everyone is talking about these kinds of things, it has me wanting to ask a few questions. Also, the amount of alcohol I have consumed isn’t helping.
I really want to learn how to please Red as much as he does me. I’ve been wanting to experience oral with him for a while, but I always chicken out. Although Declan never did it to me, he didn’t have any problems making me do it to him. He would always complain and say I wasn’t doing it right, but if I asked what he wanted, he would hit me. Eventually, he started to ask for it less and less.
But I don’t want that with Red. I want to please him. I need to please him. I want to drive him just as insane as he does me.
Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I clear my throat, getting everyone’s attention. I open my mouth and hesitate, closing it.
“Judge-free zone,” Sara encourages me.
“H-how do you give... um... you know?” I make a gesture with my hand, too nervous to say the actual word.
Cara laughs and gives me a wide smile. “How much time do you have?”
“Exactly!” Will cheers, high-fiving Cara. “There are levels to it, bestie. Every guy is different, but the basics are no teeth, lots of licking and sucking, and don’t neglect his balls.”
The girls chortle heavily at his blunt and shameless statement.
“B-but what if it's pierced?”
That’s one of the main reasons I haven’t tried. I am too afraid of hurting him or accidentally ripping it out.
The women have stunned expressions while Will sits there cheesing like the Cheshire cat.
“Then I’d say you hit the fuckin’ jackpot, bestie. Get your pen and paper out because I’m about to teach you everything I know.”
Will goes on for thirty minutes going over techniques. By the time he’s done, even the ol’ ladies say they’ve learned a few things.
It’s three in the morning before we all call it a night and head home. I tell Will and the rest of my roommates goodnight before going to Red’s house.
I am in a mood to put a few of those moves Will told me to use.