Page 68 of Eternally Yours
Cecilia turns her gaze my way and smiles affectionately, placing her hand over mine that rests on the tabletop. “It’s perfect for us,” she says, and she’s right; it is.
“Oh, I’m so happy for you two! I can’t believe we’ll get to be neighbors. I’m so excited!” Morg exclaims gleefully, bringing her hands together.
I laugh at how excited she is to have Cecilia closer and be able to see each other more regularly. “Well, we don’t move in until after the holidays, so you’ll have to wait a little bit longer.”
Grey picks up on the conversation. “You bought a house?”
“We did,” Cecilia answers before I get the chance, still with a beautiful smile on her face.
“Well, shit! Congrats, guys. So, when’s the wedding?”
“No!” she says quickly, making everyone listening cackle. “No talking about weddings or babies! Stop giving this one ideas. I already agreed to move in, let’s keep it at that for now. Thank you.”
Emma sighs beside her. “I can’t wait to have a baby. They’re so cute and tiny. Although, it will ruin my body.” She makes a grimace at the thought.
“OH! we don’t want that,” twin number one, Gabe, says.
“No, we do not,” twin number two, Noah adds, winking at Em.
She bites her lip in response, eye fucking them both. I have a feeling she’s going to be taking them back to the condo later. She slaps her hands on the table a bit louder than necessary, gaining almost everyone’s attention. “Anyway! When you two move into your adorable mansion, I want a room.” She gives us the evil eye, daring us to refuse her wishes.
“Of course, you’ll have a room, babe. And you can drop by whenever you want,” Cecilia tells her friend, reassuring her.
“No, she can’t.” I frown.
Cecilia turns to me slowly, clearly not pleased with my comment. “What do you mean, no, she can’t?”
“She can’t just come in whenever she feels like it,” I say, standing my ground.
“And why not?” Cecilia’s holding it together for the sake ofthe people around us, but her eyes are flaming with barely controlled anger.
“Because I’d like to be able to fuck my girlfriend wherever I want, whenever I want,” I say loudly, making sure everyone hears me.
Maybe some of my buddies will back me up on this,noguy wants to be constantly cock-blocked by the best friend in his own residence. As expected, Cecilia turns beet red, still angry but with a touch of embarrassment now.
Greyson is the first to comment. “He has a point, Rose. If I were in a relationship and living with my girlfriend, I’d want to be able to bang her whenever I please. Without having to worry all the time that someone could walk in during the act.”
“Yup, I would fucking hate it if my girl’s friend was always popping by while I’m trying to wet my stick,” Gabe says, always with a great choice of words.
“You don’t have a girl,” Noah adds with a mouthful, still digging into his plate while the rest of us are more entertained by the conversation than the food.
“It was an example, dumbass.” Gabriel glares at Noah like he should know better.
“Clay, back me up here, please. They’re being ridiculous and only thinking with their dicks. You have a wife and live together. Tell me you wouldn’t let Morg’s friends drop by when they feel like it if it made her happy?” Cecilia reaches out to her new best friend. Also known asmybest bud that she’s been stealing away.
“Sorry, C. I gotta agree with your man on this one. I’m not saying I’m opposed to having her friends over often, but I really do enjoy bending my wife over when the urge comes without a care of who could show up.” He offers my girl an apologetic smile. “Hell, I took her on the table just before you all got here. Now imagine how awkward that would have been if one of you guys had decided to show up early.”
“WHERE!?”
We all turn at the sound of utensils dropping over a plate and chair legs being dragged out on the wooden floor. Noah is now standing, hands held in the air on either side of his head as he looks all over the table for... I’m not sure what.
“What’s wrong?” Morgan asks, puzzled by his sudden reaction.
“Where exactly did it happen? I love you, Morgan, but that’s really not sanitary.” His eyes widen and blood drains from his face. “Oh God... I wiped a drop of salad dressing off the table earlier. What if it wasn’t dressing at all? Oh, dear God, what if it was... Burkley… holy fuck, I need to wash my mouth.” He begins to step away from the table as we all look his way, amused with his outburst.
“Calm the fuck down, Adler! I didn’t fuck her onthistable. Jesus, I’m not some horny teenager with no morals,” Clay says, clearly exasperated with him.
I shake my head, chuckling under my breath, but when I turn to look at Minnie, my smile instantly drops.
