Chapter 18
EVERLEE - A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF THE SHOCKER…
I dig in my purse and grab my phone out to video chat with Lizzy.
She picks up on the third ring with her hands over her eyes. “Moan if there’s a skin flute in a hole right now. I’d say vagina, but I know you’ve been exploring lately. Call you fucking Dora.”
“Skin flute?” I ask, ignoring the latter part of her soliloquy.
She peeks through her fingers.
“No peen in sight.”
She sighs. “Why did you pick up the phone while you were getting boinked? I knew these guys were bringing out the kink in you, but seriously? We need to draw some lines… in the sand, of course, so I can mark them out and redraw if needed.” She throws her head back, laughing.
“You’re still too much.”
“Probably, but I don’t care. Weeds out the weak ones.”
“What’s up? Why did you call earlier?”
“I forgot. Something about seeing you bent over getting fucked really cleans out the ol’ memory banks. So how many? I mean, just asking for a friend… and by friend, I mean me. I’m the friend I’m asking for.”
“I’m not telling you.”
“So, more than one? Damn girl. I mean I’d love to see it…
like maybe snap a side profile pic or something next time, because I’ve been doodling the logistics and diagrams of how you get so many Long Dong Silvers inside of you and it looks like a three-year-old learning how to draw a square.
Lines everywhere and nothing is touching. ”
“Oh my god. I’m not taking a picture for you. I’ll explain it to you, but not right now.”
She pumps her eyebrows. “You look happy.” She changes the topic.
“I am.” I smile, falling into my seat. “I have my men back.”
“That you left.”
“Yes. Stop reminding me. I was an idiot. Lesson learned. Never happening again. Although the reasons I left are still very valid and need answering. But we plan on doing that tomorrow night.”
“So you’re home tonight? I can swing by?”
“No. Brady is on his way to get me. I’m going over there.”
“Damn girl. You spent the entire weekend with them. You gotta spread out the fuckings. Gotta keep it tight and not all loosy goosy down there. Speaking of… how did that go?” She screams out a slur of sounds.
“Oh! That’s why I was calling you. Beckett.
He totally knows and called me asking for info.
I played dumb, but…” she points her finger at me.
“Yea. I figured he did. The dumbass flipped our canoe in the races today and dumped us all—well, all except Emmett—into the water. By the time I got to their car, I was a freaking ice cube. Emmett made me strip and then straddle him. After he took his shirt off.”
Lizzy fans herself. “I think you just made me moist, and Tony isn’t here. Shame on you!”
“Stop.” I laugh. “That’s on the list to talk about. I don’t think Beckett will say anything… but it’s one of those things… I don’t know.” I frown.
“That’s tough.” She puckers her lips, and the line goes silent for a moment as we stare at one another.
“Oh, so…”
“Do tell.” She sits up in her seat, rubbing her hands together.
“When the guys dropped me off, I got up to my door and saw Rich sitting there.”
“What?” She grabs the phone and pulls it close to her face. “Tell me you didn’t let his little stankass in.”
“I did.”
“Everlee!” she scolds.
“No.” I smile. “It’s all good. I stood my ground, and he’s done coming around.”
“So you say.”
“No. I really think he is this time. We had a pleasant talk.”
“Pleasant talk? Do you realize who you’re talking about? He wouldn’t know what a pleasant talk was if there was a big ass billboard posted right in front of him. He’s an asshole. A narcissistic asshole.”
“You’re right. And that is what I told him.”
“You did?”
“Yep.” I smile. “He tried to tell me he was going to therapy and realized he didn’t treat me like he should have, blah blah blah, and that he’s really changed.”
“Bullshit,” she fake sneezes.
“I told him I was thrilled for him, but this would not be a thing. We are done. I wished him a good life.”
“You did?”
“Yes. That’s how I know I’m over him. I feel nothing, Liz. Like not an ounce of anger or hate. I’m one hundred percent apathetic towards him. He’s no different from Joe-Smo down the street.”
“Well, I’ll be…” she says with a southern twang.
“I feel great.”
“He just took it? Like said fine and left?”
“Not exactly. He lashed out when he realized he couldn’t manipulate me anymore.
Said the club owner I was seeing was going to cheat on me because the girls at the club just throw themselves at the owners and he wouldn’t be there to pick up the pieces.
He even smacked the wall outside my door when he left. ”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“I thought you would be. That’s why I called you. I have really come a long way, and it’s thanks to you and also the guys. They’ve showed me what I deserve.”
“Yasss Queen.”
An alert pops up on my phone.
“Brady is here, and I haven’t done anything yet. I need to change my clothes. Lunch Tuesday?”
“Can’t. How about tomorrow?”
I think about it for a second. Mondays are usually tough, but I have to see her. “Yeah, that works.”
“Love you, sis.”
“Love you, too.”
“Hey,” she says in a serious tone, catching me off guard. “Think about the picture thing. Nothing too graphic, but something that shows enough detail.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“You know, I’ve been seeing STFUATTDLAGG floating around a lot on those smutty social media groups. I’m going to throw one out. STFUATODLAGG.”
My lips flattened into a hard line. “I see what you did there. The why choose version?”
“Pew, pew, pew,” she says, shooting her fingers like guns at me. “You shouldn’t limit it to just one dick.”
“I really do love you.”
“I know. Unfortunately, I don’t have four dicks. Or even one.” Her eyes grow wide for a second. “Oh my god. Do you think they have a double dick strap-on? Fuck, what about a triple dick strap-on? Two for the pink, one for the stink.”
“Shocker,” I say deadpan.
She bursts out laughing. “I see what you did there, and I approve.” Her brows fall into a more serious and inquisitive stare. “Although I think that saying was referring to fingers and not one-eyed wonder worms.”
“We’re done. I can’t with you and your cock slang.”
“But seriously. I wonder if they have straps on like that.”
“Bye.”
“You’re right. I’ll do some searching tonight. Obviously incognito mode. I don’t need anyone thinking I’m the kinky fucker in this relationship.”
When I hang up the phone, I lean my head against the back of the couch for a second, taking a breath. I just need to relax, but know the boys are waiting to see me. And I’m fairly certain if I don’t show up tonight, they’d come get me.
I stand up and walk into the bedroom to change my clothes in my suitcase before I walk downstairs.