Maisie #2
I sigh, thinking back. “He left his lunch at home. So, like the dotting girlfriend I am, I decided to use my lunch break to hand deliver it to him. Turns out, he was too busy fucking his coworker…on his desk…with his door unlocked. His dick jackhammering into her will be fried into my brain until the day I die.” I fill them in on the rest of the story, making sure not to leave out the part of him begging, naked on his knees, in front of his coworkers or the ring I found.
“Asshole!” Hunter yells, hopping off the couch. “That story deserves tequila shots. Up you go, bitches.”
Hunter drags us off the couch, lining up three clear shot glasses. Tequila is filled to the brim, spilling over the sides. We each claim one and raise them high.
“Cheers to the fuckers who made us cry. Cheers to the ones who left our pillows dry. Cheers to the assholes whose dicks suck. And cheers to the ones who know how to fuck. Finally, cheers to men for teaching us a vibrating dildo is all we can trust,” Hunter shouts, clinking our glasses in celebration.
“Hell ya,” I add, throwing back my shot. It burns the whole way down, and I’m scared it might come back up. “Shit, that’s strong.”
Hunter winks. “Only the best for my girls.”
“I’m so going to regret this in the morning,” Laine groans. “I can already hear Nova yelling in my ear for pancakes at seven a.m.”
Pancakes.
All it takes is one single word to have my mind drifting to him. I try to push thoughts of him feeding me out of my head, but it isn’t working. All I see are his strong arms as he plates up food for Nova.
“You know what? We’re already past the point of return. We might as well do another one.” I pray this one takes away the feeling of Grayson’s finger brushing mine and replaces it with the radio silence I’ve received from him the past two weeks until he randomly chose to acknowledge me today.
Hunter slaps the counter. “That’s the spirit, tiger. Hold that thought.” She disappears into her room, returning with a mini speaker. The song Shots by Lil Jon blares through the speaker, Hunter shakes her hips to the beat before slamming it on the counter.
“What the hell did I get myself into?” Laine sighs with a smile on her face. This is a good change of pace for her. She gets to leave mom duty at the door and live a little for herself.
Hunter loops an arm around us, squeezing us in a group hug. “You know you love it! Now, bottoms up, bitches!”
I choke down the second shot, letting it carry every lustful gaze and sizzling touch with it. Down the drain it goes, never to be thought about again.
Once again, Hunter doesn’t flinch when she shoots hers back. “So, back to this whole swearing off men thing. I don’t understand. This is the perfect time to be running around, living your best life. Let all the men chase you around like horny dogs at your feet.”
“I’m trying to figure out life on my own for once, without a confusing man in the mix,” I respond.
Her brows furrow. “Oh, babe. You got the wrong idea. I didn’t say date a man. What you need is some good dicking down, no strings attached. Play the field a little. If men can do it, so can we. Just ask your ex.” Hunter shrugs, bumping her shoulder into mine playfully.
“Ouch. I’m just going to pretend you didn’t just bring up that two-faced turd.”
Her brows rise. “Did you not say word for word that blonde girl saved me from a life of below average dicking and really, I should be thanking her.”
I shrug; she’s not wrong. I’m not torn up about him per se—more mad at myself for poor judgement of character once again.
Men suck.
“Maybe when I go back home, I’ll dabble, but for now, I need to focus on my writing.”
“Kill two birds with one stone. Imagine the steamy scenes you can write after conducting some local research.” Hunter’s brows waggle.
“I second that,” Laine agrees, cheers-ing her untouched shot in the air. “Though it’s pretty slim pickings in this town.” She huffs. “I would know. Add a child in the mix, and no man could ever fill the role I’m looking for.”
“I wouldn’t even know where to look,” I add.
Hunter puts her palm in front of my face. “I can fix that. Give me your phone.”
I reluctantly hand it over to her, making sure it’s unlocked. She taps away for a few minutes, her finger swiping furiously before handing it back.
“There, fixed,” she says with a devilish smile.
“What chaos did you just unleash?” I ask hesitantly. My phone starts buzzing like a madman in my hand, and I arch a brow at her. “Hunter?”
“What?” She smirks. “I gave the people what they wanted.”
“And that is?”
“Your kitty.” She looks damn proud of her work when the messages start to flood in. There must be at least fifteen already in the span of a minute.
“A dating app? Really?”
“Oh, let me see,” Laine squeals, scooting closer. “Fuck, he’s hot. My vote is him.”
“You said you didn’t know where to look, so I brought them to you.” Hunter’s face lights up. “Look, you’re already a hit. Imagine all the dicks lined up to choose from.”
“Did you swipe yes on every man on the app?”
She looks offended, bringing a hand to her chest. “Of course not. There was one man missing teeth, Maisie.”
I throw my phone on the counter. “This is too much.”
“Well, you don’t have to fuck them all, babe. Maybe just a couple to start with.”
“What the hell did I sign up for, being your friend?” I tease.
“You both are stuck with me, I’m afraid,” she says.
“Cheers to that,” Laine chants, finally taking her shot.
We finish the movie after missing half of it. My phone continues to ring off the hook in my back pocket, and I smile for having new friends who care about me, no matter how outlandish their methods may be. Maybe this whole dating app fiasco is the perfect distraction.
After the movie finished, we decided to paint each other's nails before an impromptu dance party broke out. Hunter brought her speaker into the living room, queuing up an early 2000s hip hop playlist.
“My ride will be here in five,” Laine shouts over the music. “The perfect amount of time for one last song, so make it good, Hunt!”
“I have just the one,” she shouts back, swiping away on her phone before Nelly fills the room.
“This used to be my jammmm,” Laine yells, a slight slur to her words before belting out, “So take off all your clothes!” She starts twerking, definitely off beat to the song. It’s adorable.
“Get it babe,” Hunter hollers, shaking her hips on the back of the couch.
I’m dancing just as hard, the booze flowing through my veins in the best way. My breaths heave with each beat. I decide to join Hunter on the couch, grinding against her. She grabs my hips and smacks my ass. We both giggle until I realize one very important thing.
“Shit!” I yell. “I don’t have a way home.” Hunter picked me up since I don’t have a car, and getting back home never crossed my mind.
“Just crash here,” Hunter replies, swaying my hips for me.
“I have to get home to my cat.”
Laine flicks her hand in my direction, gyrating her hips at the same time, like she’s spinning an invisible hula hoop. If I wasn’t so concerned, I would laugh at her. “I got you, girl. Gray is picking me up with Nova. He’s going home to the ranch anyways, so you can ride with us.”
The last place I want to be right now is back in Grayson's truck while tipsy. It’s a recipe for a disaster. I’m also not sure I drank enough to not have a panic attack in the truck with him. I’m really not in the mood to open that can of worms tonight.
What other option do I have, though? It’s either Grayson or leaving Evie alone for the night. She’s in a new place, and leaving her alone would break my heart.
Time to face two of your fears at the same time. What could go wrong?
Research Notes: you can never avoid a cowboy.