Page 118 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“You good if I go play?” Linc asks.
“Of course,” I say, kissing his cheek. “Go have fun.”
A genuine smile crosses his lips before he kisses me goodbye. He’s not even two steps away before Emmett comes over, slapping him on the back, which I have a feeling means he’s going to be talking all things football, Fury, and video games for the foreseeable future.
“You’re happy.”
It takes me a second to realize that Maeve’s talking to me. “I am.”
“That’s what happens when you’re getting good dick.”
Stella smacks Quinn since she’s the closest to her. “Jesus Christ, Quinn.”
“Ouch,” she rubs her shoulder, but then sets her eyes on me. “And speaking of JC, blink twice if you’ve seen him or cried out his name.”
I smile, blink twice, and add in a wink for good measure.
“Fuck yeah!” Quinn yells. “Honestly, that makes me happier than anything.”
“Can I admit something?”
“Absolutely,” Maeve says. “And don’t think because Quinn is staring at you that you have to tell more than you want.”
I glance over to Quinn, who’s giving me some wagging eyebrows. I love her, but she’s ridiculous.
“For years, I’ve always wanted to talk sex with all of you. I was always so jealous you had these times to reminisce about.And I had nothing I’d experienced that was even came close to what you guys were describing, and I always felt so left out.”
“We’re sorry, Ainsley,” Stella says, wrapping me in a hug. “We just figured that you had them, but didn’t want to share.”
“Or that you were a virgin. We never figured out how to actually ask that one.”
“That’s fair,” I say to Quinn. “But for all those years, I thought y’all had to be exaggerating. That sex really wasn’t like that.”
“But now?”
You’d think that question would come from Quinn. But no. It’s Maeve, giving me a look like only a knowing older sister can give.
“It’s so much more,” I gush. “It’s…I see…he did…”
“She’s speechless, ladies,” Stella said. “That’s the first sign of good sex.”
“Second,” Quinn chimes in. “Sore legs are first.”
“You’re right!” I say and clap my hands. “And I know that now!”
We all start laughing, tipping our glasses to each other. As Stella and Maeve take a sip of their drinks, I take the opportunity to lean into Quinn.
“Also, I thought you’d like to know, I didn’t bite it.”
Quinn laughs and hugs me tight. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I’m proud of me too. Not for not biting Linc’s penis. That is a low bar. But what I am proud of myself for is that I’m not ashamed or scared for sharing myself with my sisters. Not self-conscious in what I’m going to say or share. And that I did the scary thing and allowed myself to have the experience that led me here—to being with a man who loves me, who I love right back.
“While we’re very glad for you,” Maeve interrupts. “We do need to know that you’re okay. The latest headline was a doozy.”
I turn to my oldest sister, who’s giving me the most comforting “Mama Maeve” look she can. Every time a headline pops up about us, they all make sure to check on me. I always say I’m fine. But I know this has to be worrying them.
“I’m not lying when I say I’m fine,” I say. “Some get to me a little more than others.”
