Page 155 of Bloom: Part 2

The room exploded into laughter and prompts for Max to do it. Someone thrust a phone into his hand.

“Pssh. That’s easy-peasy.”

Max dialed the number, then put it on speaker. The rest of us grew silent.

After a couple of rings, a gruff voice answered, “Hey, baby, everything okay?”

The muted snickers were infectious, and even I had to clamp a hand over my mouth. I’d thought spending my bachelor party with the bikers would have been a better option, but I wasn’t mad the boys had talked me into doing theirs instead.

“Daddy, what are you wearing?” Max asked.

“Huh? Clothes?”

I let out a burst of laughter that got me shushed. Crowe was so fucking clueless.

“What was that?” Crowe asked.

“Nothing,” Max said. “Want to know what I’m wearing?”

“Uh. Max? Are you drinking? Why do you sound so weird?”

“No, I haven’t had anything to drink at all. Just wanted you to know I’m sitting here in nothing but panties and imagining you peeling them off later.”

Liar. We were all in pajamas, but he was wearing shorts and a tank top.

“What color?” Crowe growled.

“Red. Your favorite color on me.”

“Now you’re getting me hard. Is it a thong or those little lace boy shorts I like?”

“Yep, that’s it.”

“Fuck. I’m picturing your ass in it. Send me a pic, will you, baby?”

We all nodded enthusiastically. I just went along with it.

“All right. Gimme a sec.” Max slowly moved to his knees and pulled his shorts down, revealing his curvy ass in the underwear just like he’d mentioned. Jamie motioned to everyone to get into the photograph. He tugged on my shirt, so I had no choice but tocrowd around Max while he snapped a photo of his ass for Crowe with all our silly faces in it.

The giggles were harder to contain as we tumbled back, and Max pulled his shorts up. “I just sent you the pic, Daddy,” he said. “What do you think?”

“Hang on, let me—Maaaaax!”

“Oops, I love you!” Max hung up the phone while we erupted into laughter.

“I think someone’s gonna get a spanking later,” Cass cried.

“Oh god, please, yes.” Max rolled his eyes as though he was having an orgasm. “Crowe has been so gentle since I left the hospital.”

The game continued, each turn becoming increasingly ridiculous. I chose all truths, which I cheated at, telling white lies when they asked certain questions I found too personal. Like what was the wildest thing Logan and I’d ever done in bed. In comparison to them, Logan and I were very vanilla, but I loved our flavor.

Fable ended up doing a body shot off someone’s abs, and I had to mime a striptease for thirty seconds, which sent everyone into hysterics. I wasn’t very good at it, but it didn’t bother me when they laughed. Cass showed me how to do a proper striptease, and I took mental notes. If I felt super confident, I might do something like that for Logan one day.

We had more drinks. Jamie hopped to his feet. “It’s time for presents.”

“Presents?” I blinked, confused, as they all got up and ran to the hall. They returned with brightly wrapped packages they must have hidden in the coat closet.

“When did you do this?”

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