Page 61 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“Me either. I’ll get the snacks.”

She retrieved bags of junk food from the massive pantry and threw them on the copper countertop. I grabbed a bag of popcorn out of the pile and tossed it into the microwave.

“Any ginger ale or sprite in the fridge?”

“Sprite.”

I opened the fridge and shoved four cans of soda in my arms. A chill struck my bones.

“Tell me.” She peeked over her shoulder, checking for the guys, then back at me.

Her radiant heather gray eyes sparkled. “How was it?”

“How was what?”

Her brows lifted. “You know.”

“We haven’t had sex yet.”

“What are you waiting for?” She leaned on the counter, boobs spilling over. I was convinced I’d be the last to get tits and an ass. The tight pink t-shirt Margo sported was cute and the red leggings gave her ass definition. I self-consciously glanced at my dark hoodie and ran my hand along my tight jeans. Get over your tiny breasts, Ryah.

Margo started fucking guys at the beginning of the summer. She had more experience than me. Rocco didn’t seem to care. I think he rather I’d been an innocent flower. Newsflash I wasn’t.

“Sex makes girls stupid. I’m not in a rush to be crazy for a guy.”

“Not this girl.” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re in the minority. I just beat a girl’s ass because she was tripping over Rocco’s dick.”

I snatched the popcorn out of the microwave, then dumped it into a large bowl.

“Margo, where’s your guy of the week?”

“I’m lying low this weekend.”

“How long do you think my cousin will wait?”

“I told him I’m not ready. And Rocco said he’s not in a rush. He knows the kind of chick I am. I’m not for the bullshit.”

I met her gaze, accompanied by a devilish grin. “He does other things with his tongue that makes me very happy.”

She clapped her hands. “Way to go, Ryah.”

Margo placed two bowls full of candy on a silver tray.

“A few months back, I overheard Rocco tell Josh he’d never eat pussy.”

“Maybe he lied and wanted to save face in front of Josh.”

She shook her head. “Have you met my brother? I think that’s his second favorite thing to do besides fucking. And Rocco doesn’t care what people think. You know that. If he graced your pussy with his tongue, he has deep feelings for you.”

I shrugged as we carried two large trays toward the theater room. She was right; there was no denying how my man felt about me. Warm tingles struck my body. I bit back the smile begging to break free.

“Time to eat...fellas,” Margo laughed as we sat the trays on the table in front of the theater seats.

“What the fuck?”

Rocco flipped his baseball cap to the back before grabbing my hand and pulling me into his lap.

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