Page 118 of The Single Dads Club
“Mmm. Green Apple?” I asked after swallowing.
Ty wiped away a smear of Jell-O from my bottom lip and licked it from his finger.
MacKenzie nodded, smiling proudly. “Yep. And here’s your birthday drink. Bottoms up bestie!”
It was pink and bubbly and filled to the rim of the glass. I took a sip and sighed as the sugary goodness hit my tongue. You couldhardly tastethe vodka shots I’d seen her dump inside. It was grapefruit-y, delicious and dangerous, because they’d be way too easy to drink.
.“This is so good! You’re officially on drink duty all night.” I said with a wink.
Once we all had drinks, courtesy of MacKenzie, Ty grabbed the pan of Jell-O shots and some snacks from the fridge and we made our way into the living room to sit in the center of my cream-colored shaggy rug for an impromptu boozy apartment picnic.
“We need music.” MacKenzie announced, grabbing my laptop and opening it.
“Oh shit,” I hissed, leaning over in a desperate effort to stop her seeing what I knew was on the screen but I was too late.
MacKenzie’s eyes shot wide. “Holy shit!”
My cheeks flamed because I knew exactly what she was looking at;naked pictures of Cade on a porn website.
“What is it?” Ty asked, peeking around MacKenzie to see what was causing her outburst and the growing redness of my cheeks. His face scrunched in disgust when he looked at the screen. “Gah!” He jumped back from the computer like he’d just been stung by a bee.
“You look at porn, Alexa?” The surprise in MacKenzie’s voice was unmistakable. “I’m not judging, not at all, proud is more like it—I’m just surprised. You’ve always seemed sort of innocent and definitely not a porn viewing kinda gal.”
I swallowed and grabbed the laptop from her grip. “It’s not what you think.” Quickly, whilst trying desperately not to sneak a quick look at naked Cade, I opened my music library and started my playlist of indie-rock before setting the computer aside, far enough away from MacKenzie.
MacKenzie laughed, throwing her head back. “Sorry, sweetheart, but what I just saw is gonna require an explanation. I mean come on, you’ve never taken a Jell-O shot, you were raised by the Walton’s, and your freaking panty-drawer is organized by color and day of the week. Spill it, babe.”
Tyson glanced up from his drink. “You’ve got day-of-the-week underwear? Oh, I’ve gotta see this.” He stood and wandered down the hall before disappearing into my bedroom. MacKenzie and I jumped to our feet to follow.
“Ty!” I called. “Get out of there!”
He chuckled and pulled open the top drawer of my hand-carved, pale-pink dresser. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding, Kenz.” He lifted a pair of white cotton briefs from the top of the pile and held them up to inspect. “Sunday,” he read the backside, chuckling.
I snatched them from his grasp, tossed them back in the drawer and slammed it shut with my hip. “Enough. Out.” I shooed them from my bedroom. Yes, I bought the packaged cotton undies with the days of the week on them. They were comfy. Sue me. And it’s not like anyone ever saw them—unless you count my friends who apparently had zero boundaries.
MacKenziestood her ground, blocking the door to my bedroom. “Only if you tell us why you were looking at porn. Do you even own a sex toy?”
“I’ll tell you.” I navigated my way around her and stepped into the hallway. But I wassonot answering the sex-toy question. Even if Ty was like a brother to us, he was still male, and I wasn’t about to admit that I had a vibrator tucked in the back of my underwear drawer. God, I would have been mortified if they’d found that.
Once we were seated on the living room rug again I downed a few more Jell-O shots to ease my nerves and pulled a throw pillow into my lap. MacKenzie sat across from me, looking smug, leaning back against the sofa.
“Okay. So last night in the ER…” I grabbed another shot and slurped down the gelatinous mouthful, needing to fortify myself at the memory of Cade’s erection.
“There was this guy…”
Their mouths tipped up in eager smiles as I relayed the details of my night.
“How big would you say it was?” MacKenzieasked once I was through my story, leaning forward with eager curiosity.
“Ah hell, that’s it. I’m out. I’m making another drink,” Ty announced, standing to head into the kitchen.
After considering—and rejecting a nearby candlestick and finding nothing else adequate in my living room to showcase the full length of Cade’s manhood, Kenzie and I made our way into the kitchen, giggling at my idea to retrieve a cucumber from the refrigerator.
I reached into the crisper drawer and modeled the large vegetable in front of my crotch. “This looks about right.”
MacKenzie rested her hands on my shoulders, turning me from side to side so I could model it at various angles. “Damn. That boy is hung.”
Tyson retreated to the bathroom, mumbling something about needing to take a piss while MacKenzie and I made our way back into the living room. She hoisted the cucumber proudly over her head, waving it in time with the music, and led the way back to my computer. And this time, I didn’t stop her when she reached over and grabbed my laptop.
