Page 66 of Players and Pages
"Yes. Lemonade, sweet tea, and coffee are ready to go," Bea promised.
"Grab a slice and a chair, here come the ladies," I said as the bell chimed, announcing the first arrival.
"You have to get some, too," Bea ordered. She snatched up a plate in one hand and another drink.
She might play like she’s tough, but really our girl was always looking out for us, too.
“I will,” I reassured her, grabbing one for myself.
The group filed in quickly, all smiles and laughter. I already felt better being surrounded by people. This was a much needed night.
“Come in, grab some food,” I called out, gesturing to the food table.
Once everyone was settled, I took my place between Bea and Taryn and started the discussion. The book we were reading was a fantasy romance that had a pack of sexy knights. I was laughing so hard as the group compared them, that tears were rolling down my cheeks.
“Oh no, don’t discount Anders. He’s hiding muscles for days under those clothes. You can’t tell me that beta isn’t strong asheck after using that big ass sword,” Taylor argued, her arms swinging like she was the one wielding it.
“Maybe,” Steph agreed with a playful huff. “Doubt they compare to Daddy Valor’s, though. You know that magic is used forallthe right reasons.”
Her smirk had us all losing it again, sparking a debate on the use of shadow magic during sex.
When we started this, I was nervous that these topics would be too much for our older readers. We had a mix of omegas and betas in their twenties, right up to the seventies and eighties. I cautioned them it might get spicy, but they only laughed and said they’d been reading smut longer than I’d been alive.
How could I argue with that?
I was shocked we’d dragged in a few male omegas, but in the end, especially today, I was grateful for their presence.
“Girl,” Jack said with a huff. “Don’t you discount the villain. I mean, we all know that Lord Drake would absolutely ruin an omega.”
“And smirk while doing it,” Miss Dolly agreed with a wicked grin.
“Amen, girl,” he cackled. “I’m all for the ‘I’ll burn the world for you’ type.”
The conversation went on for over an hour before sweet little Miss Dolly turned to me, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Okay, maybe not so sweet would fit better.
"I saw those beefcakes you left with yesterday," she started, taking a sip of her tea. "Spill it, Dani. I'd rather hear it from you than the town gossips and an assortment of articles online."
Shaking my head, I took a drink of my tea before answering, trying to think about how much to give away.
"Well, Dolly, they are my pack and they happen to play for my favorite baseball team, the Knuckleball Knockouts."
"Oh, I know them! Those boys are always shaking their asses in between plays,” Pearl said with a little happy sigh. “Benny always wonders why I’m suddenly ready to watch baseball.”
"That they are," I chuckled, hiding my annoyance. My omega was, apparently, the jealous type even when it was ridiculous.
"Are you going to get us tickets to the games?" a different member asked.
"I don't have those kinds of connections or I would," I admitted.
"Do we get to meet them?" Dolly continued the questioning. “You can bring them down to book club soon.”
"I don’t know, Dolly. Are you going to try and steal them from me?" I shot back, arching a brow at her.
"An old lady can try," she laughed, throwing me another one of her little smirks. This old lady was crazy in the best way.
"Speaking of men joining us. Do you have a new man coming to bookclub?" Sally asked. Something about the way she said it had me freezing.
