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Amy

“So, you’re rebounding with both of them?” Amy’s mom asked her, her voice and expression thankfully free of judgment, though Amy’s dad seemed to be taking things a little harder. He’d kept his mouth shut and his hand over his eyes while he listened to her explanation of what was going on with her housemates and why she’d moved into their bedroom instead of moving out.

“If it’s a rebound, I hope I don’t ever get back up again,” she responded truthfully. The past few weeks had been a dream. A really good one. It was just like before except she was sleeping with Kincaid and Zach in the main bedroom every night, all of her things had been moved in there, and the sex was no longer confined to the club.

When she’d complained that her vagina was getting sore after the first few days together, Zach had taken her mouth while Kincaid slowly fucked her ass instead. It had been hot as hell.

It wasn’t just all the amazing sex and orgasms, though, because that really would have been just rebound material. It was everything else. The way they listened to her. The waythey remembered things about her. When she’d had her period, instead of having to suffer through it without complaining—while listening to her boyfriend whine about how ‘moody’ she was despite her silence—they’d gone into caretaker overdrive.

Midol and hot pads when she was cramping, Kincaid had made sure every bathroom in the house had every menstrual product known to woman. They’d stocked the freezer with three different kinds of ice cream, and Zach had brought home a different candy bar every day. Not one word of judgment about any of her cravings or her pain.

With that kind of treatment, she’d had the least ‘moody’ period of her life. It was amazing what a difference a little support made.

Zach also helped her figure out how to block Noelle’s number because she’d started callingagain.Amy didn’t know why, and she didn’t care. At least Jeremy had gotten the hint—or maybe he was just afraid of Kincaid. Or maybe he’d looked Freddy up as a lawyer. Regardless, she was glad not to have to deal with him, and she’d like the same from Noelle.

She’d gotten past the anger. Getting dumped had been the best thing to ever happen to her because it had led her to where she was now. She didn’t wish any ill upon Noelle, but that didn’t mean she had to forgive her, and that didn’t mean she wanted Noelle in her life ever again. She hoped Noelle lived a very nice life somewhere else, far away from her.

The fact that she’d been kicked out of the club was a relief because that was the only place they were likely to run into each other. Otherwise, Amy didn’t expect to see Noelle anywhere.

“Are you sure you can’t choose just one of them?” Her dad asked, finally lifting his hand from his eyes. “Or choose a guy who doesn’t come with a boyfriend?”

“No,” she said firmly. “But don’t worry, I’ll be the one to tell Grandma.”

His sheepish expression gave away that that was exactly what his biggest hangup was.

“No, you won’t,” her mom said, making Amy’s dad groan. “He can handle telling his mom, and I’ll handle telling mine.” She glanced at her husband. “Maybe we’ll wait a bit, though… put it on the family Christmas card rather than making a phone call.”

“Oh, I like that idea,” Amy’s dad said, brightening.

“However you want to handle it,” Amy said, amused.

Her mom tapped her finger against her lips. “I think I’ll suggest one of the Bliss books for the next book club. That might help, too.”

“Have you read the Trinity Masters?” Amy asked. Her mom gave her a scornful look that halted anything else she might say.

“Of course I have. I’m no newbie. Have you read Bianca Sommerland’s Dartmouth Cobras?”

“No, but I’ll put that on my list.” She grinned. Bonding over smutty books was not something she’d expected to happen with her mom.

Wait a minute… her aunts and grandma were all part of the book club her mom was referring to. Shit. Nope. She didn’t want to know what they were all reading. She could handle her mom going all fifty shades of kinky books; she wasn’t sure she could handle her grandma.

“Just don’t get ideas,” her mom said, glancing at Amy’s dad again. “I don’t think he can handle more than two boyfriends.”

“Definitely not. And I’m starting to think that I should be paying closer attention to what you’re reading,” he said with a scowl.

“Oh, as if you don’t benefit,” her mom scoffed. “Last time I checked, you love it when I read these books because it gets my motor running and then?—”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Amy put her hands to her ears. “I don’t need to be hearing this!”

“Don’t be a prude, dear. You should be glad your parents are… active. Life doesn’t end at fifty, you know.” Her mom winked at her dad.

“I’m glad you guys are… doing whatever it is you’re doing, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear graphic details about it. I promise I won’t be sharing any graphic details about my sex life.” Talk about awkward. Especially when her mom looked a little disappointed.

“Well, we’re very happy for whatever makes you happy. And, I have to say, I liked those two boys much better than I did Jeremy,” her mom said, reaching over to pat Amy’s knee. “Can we have them over for dinner sometime to get to know them a little better?”

That put the grumpy expression back on Amy’s dad’s face, but he didn’t protest.

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