Page 29 of The Jackpot Screwer
She gave a cute giggle and slapped playfully at my arm. “I’ve told you, don’t sweat it. Not everyone can have a large penis.”
Growling, I took my phone from my pocket and zipped off a text. Immediately Bronte’s phone rang out. “You’d better check that,” I said, a smirk on my face.
She looked at me quizzically, pulled her phone from her purse and tapped at the screen. When she opened up the text and grinned, I knew she was beginning to thaw.
There’s nothing like sending a dick pic to your girl to remind her how big you really were and exactly what she was missing.
When Ellie and I had walked into Café Au Lait, there may have been a little part of me that hoped Carter would be there. Sitting at his usual table with Hunter, pretending to be all super fit and healthy but choosing his usual all-day breakfast. He hadn’t been of course, and now we were almost ready to leave.
“They’ve gone to check a couple of bulls out,” Ellie said, nudging me with her elbow when my head went to the opening door for about the fifth time. “Went real early this morning.”
“Who?” I asked, feigning disinterest.
Ellie smirked and took a sip of her coffee. “You really should just forgive him for impregnating you, you know.”
“Who?”
“Oh okay,” she replied with a tilt of her head. “Exactly how many contenders are there? I thought my brother was the only one.”
“Oh, him.” I stirred my straw around in my strawberry and blueberry smoothie, wishing I could have a cup of coffee like Ellie.
“Yep, him. So, are you going to make up, make up, never, never break up?” she sing-songed.
I rolled my eyes. “You idiot, and I don’t know. Depends whether he sends me any more dick pics or not.”
Ellie’s eyes slammed shut and she gagged. “I don’t want to even think about my brother’s penis.”
God damn it, I did. It’d been almost three weeks since I’d last seen his big, beautiful member – dick pic aside.
“Well on other news,” I said, changing the subject and searching through my purse. “I have this.”
I pulled out my sonogram picture and presented it to Ellie.
“Meet your new niece or nephew. I forgot I had it with me.”
Ellie grabbed the picture from my hand and gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.
“Oh, my God.” She looked at me with dewy eyes. “It’s real and so damn adorable. I can’t wait for them to arrive.”
“Of course, it’s real.” I laughed and leaned forward to look at the picture with her. “And it’s making me crave licorice and peaches in the middle of the night.”
“Really?” Ellie’s gaze didn’t waver from the picture in her hand. “When can you find out if it’s a boy or girl?”
“Not for a few weeks yet.” My thoughts went back to Carter and his insistence on being able to see the baby’s penis, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“What’s so funny?” Ellie pulled out her phone and snapped a photograph of the sonogram.
“Oh, nothing.”
She looked up at me and passed the picture back and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud again.
“Liar. Tell me.”
“Oh, just your brother. He was insistent he could see it was a boy.”
Ellie peered closely at her phone screen. “Sorry, no I don’t see it. If it’s there it’s tiny.”
“Exactly what I said.” I gave her a wicked grin. “Told him it was the same size as his though.”
