Page 69 of Done with You

“Absolutely.” He beamed.

“And now you still get blowjobs,” she added.

Oona’s eyes found Aiden. He was watching her like a bird of prey. Laser-focused, barely blinking. She squirmed and heat rushed through her. His lids were hooded and his nostrils flared.

Rayma turned to the group. “I hope you don’t mind that I messaged Little Lassie. I just missed him.”

Heads shook and chatter echoed around them.

“We only have the place until eleven-thirty,” Triss reminded everyone from her chair in the corner.

“Does that mean we have to go home?” Rayma asked, her expression similar to the one she used to make when they were kids and Oona said Rayma had to sleep in her own bed and not in Oona’s.

“No,” Pasha said quickly, then stifled a yawn. “We just have the studio until eleven-thirty.”

“We could go to an after-hours lounge,” Jace offered, his eyes roaming Peyton appreciatively.

The majority of the group nodded, then the women took off to go change.

Rayma found Oona in the change room. “You’re not mad I invited them?”

Oona sat down on the wooden bench that ran along one wall so she could remove her fishnet stockings. “No, kiddo, I’m not. This is your party and if you wanted your fiancé there, then that’s your choice. I do think a heads up would have been appropriate, though. Since some people get stage fright and didn’t sign up to perform in front of other people’s husbands.”

The corners of Rayma’s mouth curled down and she nodded. “Yeah, I know. I just thought if I asked, they’d say no, then their men would never get to see them. And everyone rocked it.”

“I don’t think there are any hard feelings. We all love you, and you’re right, every woman in here rocked that dance.”

Rayma bent down and kissed Oona on the cheek. “Thank you, Oons, this was more than I ever expected.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo. And you’re worth it.”

Triss entered the change room. “Uh … we have a bit of an issue.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up.

“Our limo driver’s wife’s water just broke, and she is already eight centimeters dilated. She’s having a home birth and the midwife is with his wife and telling Andre he needs to haul ass home.” Triss’s lips twisted in resignation.

“Oh shit,” Pasha said, pulling her black shift dress over her black bra and panties. “He might not make it, depending on where he lives.”

Triss nodded. “And we’re also without a ride.”

“Oh, I didn’t even think of that,” Pasha said.

“Brock says that there’s enough room on the guy’s bus, though, so if we’re okay making this a joint party, we don’t need to worry about securing cabs home.” Triss scanned everyone in the change room.

All the women shrugged and nodded.

“Okay, I’ll go tell the guys to pick up their dirty socks and put the toilet seat down.” Then Triss disappeared back into the studio.

“I hope Andre gets home in time,” Rayma said, then she turned to Pasha. “How many centimeters do you need to get to, to have a baby?”

“Ten,” Pasha said.

“Shit, he better floor it then.”

They got re-dressed in their black outfits—all but Rayma who wore white—and joined the men in the studio.

Rayma gave Oona a brief bio on everyone the other day, so even though she hadn’t been introduced to all the guys, she knew who each of them was based on Rayma’s very accurate descriptions.

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