Page 117 of The Bridges I've Burned

A chorus of yeses and uh-huhs echoed her.

“It really only comes down to one question,” Millie said, and I looked at her intently. “Is he good in bed?”

Everyone roared. “What?”

She looked around, raising her hands in the air. “I’m serious! We all heard them in that studio!”

I swore a hundred sets of eyes all turned to me, and I felt heat creep up my neck.

“It’s so fucking good,” I admitted with a smirk.

The room erupted into cheers.

I rolled my eyes again.

“Have any of you ever tried the…” Millie started making hand gestures, but then paused. “We should totally make a group chat and exchange tips.”

“Oh my God,” Molly groaned.

“Just what I want—a group chat about my brother-in-law’s dick,” Marin joked.

“I mean, it wouldn’t be all about your brother-in-law’s dick. There’d be others, too.” Millie grinned. “Besides, Molly tells me all sorts of stories about Jake. It’s really good ammo if he ever pisses me off.”

“He is still so mad at you for telling Mom and Dad that the couple they heard having sex in the bathroom at your wedding was us.”

“Well, it was!” She shrugged, and then she turned to me. “See, you’re not the only one who has sex in other people’s houses. Molly and Jake totally did it in my bathroom. We hadn’t even cut the cake yet. What I don’t understand is why Mom and Dad were both headed to the bathroom in the first…” She paused as a horrified expression took over her face.

“You don’t think?” Molly’s eyes went wide, as she probably put two and two together, remembering exactly why her and her own husband would visit the bathroom together.

I snorted out a laugh.

Lani stood as Millie and Molly tried to wipe that thought from their minds. “Well, that took a disturbing turn. Anyone hungry?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

So far, I was not hating Macon’s low-key bachelor party.

Compared to the few more traditional bachelor parties I’d attended, this one did have its perks.

The first being that I wasn’t wasted, which would seem like a shortcoming to some, but the day was young, and I still had a long list of things I wanted to do to Elena tonight. The second? Since Macon’s best friend happened to be married to one seriously wealthy dude, we were currently cruising up the coast in one sweet-ass boat.

Seriously, this thing was insane. Growing up in Ocracoke, I was used to seeing expensive boats line Silver Lake Harbor, but I’d never actually been on one. With what I’d consider a full apartment below deck and enough room to host a crowd up top, it had to have cost as much as a house.

It practically was.

But it sure beat the ferry, and the sunshine on my face was fucking sublime.

The third? Macon had finally revealed our final destination once we reached land, and I was so fucking pumped.

“Are you for real right now?”

“Yep.” He grinned like a loon.

We’d passed Bodie Island Lighthouse and were coasting along Roanoke Island, the location of the famed Lost Colony.

The tourists loved that shit.

“I didn’t think you were actually serious.”

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