Page 24 of Fragile Hearts

“He was very popular with the ladies after that,” she adds. “But I know for a fact, there’s only one that he wants, and I’m not sure why she’s holding out.”

“I have to tell you something,” I say, my words quieter this time. For all I know, he’s standing outside the door listening to us.

“Please tell me you were lying earlier when you said you haven’t slept with him,” she says way too enthusiastically.

“I think you need to get laid, Daisy. You are far too interested in my sex life,” I tease, and she rolls her eyes. “Why don’t you see if Miles wants to meet you in my bathroom? The shower is huge.”

“Miles and I aren’t talking, you know that,” she counters, letting out a hard sigh. “He’s pissed at me because Isaac and I are talking again.”

“Daisy, what the fuck?” I demand, glaring at her. We go back and forth on this, Alana and I telling her he’s trash, but she can’t seem to quit him.

“Ugh, Sloane, this isn’t about me, remember? You dragged me in here to tell me about your dirty dream that involves Owen and his twelve-inch cock.”

“Is it really twelve inches?” I ask with hesitation, my mouth curling up in fear. How the hell does a twelve-inch dick fit…fit anywhere?

“I don’t know,” she replies, rolling her hand so I speed up the story. We keep getting derailed.

“So, yeah, this morning I had a really dirty dream about Owen, and holy shit, it felt so real.”

“Details. Now,” Daisy orders, and I laugh, but she’s not laughing. She’s waiting for me to spill it all.

“I was making dinner, and he came in the house, and suddenly I was naked, and he was…” I trail off, my cheeks growing hot as I think back on the dream.

“He was what?” Her words come out loud and hilariously desperate.

I start laughing, and while she tries to control herself, she can’t. Laughter spills from her too, and I try my best to get the rest out through the giggles and tears.

“He was on his knees, and in my dream, he gave the best oral sex I’ve ever had in my life. But you wanna hear the worst part?”

“There’s a bad part to this?” Daisy splutters out, still trying to cover up her laughter.

“I woke up before I came,” I wail. “It was brutal. I had to use that little sucky ducky that Alana gave me.” I pout, and Daisy laughs again.

“You know what you gotta do?” she says, her hands on her hips, her eyes focused intently on mine.

“No, what?”

“You gotta offer your cat to Owen Sinclair for dessert tonight.” Daisy spits it all out quickly, so quickly that I almost miss what she says.

My brain catches back up, and for a split second, I almost agree with her.

“No, never.” The words leave my mouth in as equal a rush as hers did. Shaking my head, but Daisy is nodding hers.

“Twelve. Inch. Dick.”

That’s all she says, holding up her hand to mimic the length.

She’s lost her damn mind.

And I think I have too.

I’m on the back deck with Miles and Kai, getting the beer stashed in the coolers when Nate, Sage, Alana and Flynn arrive, followed closely by Matt and Malo.

“How’s it going?” Flynn shouts, coming over to clap my hand as Alana and Sage disappear inside to find Daisy and Sloane. Mochi yelps excitedly at Alana, who stops to pat him, but he doesn’t follow her inside, apparently preferring to hang out on the back deck with the rest of the boys.

Kai laughs, pointing to the dog as he says, “You pussy.”

“Pretty sure he’s a dog, actually,” I say, even though I’m sure that comment was directed at me.

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