Page 124 of Irresistible Rogue

“Well, yes, I suppose,” Danica said. “But more importantly, you cherish and respect that special truth: that you’re the only one who gets to do what you’re doing together. You’re it. So, make it great. Make it safe. Make it comfortable. Make it fun. And above all else… make it whatever you want it to be together. And don’t worry about what other people think.”

“Sure. That,” Dani said. “Plus, fuck them sideways. Men need to be fucked regularly. You’re in a relationship and you’re not fucking regularly? You’ll lose him.”

“Harsh,” Taylor said.

“Yet true,” Dani replied. “And if he’s into kinky shit… you’d better be ready to do some kinky shit. Or walk.” She was eyeing me speculatively.

Did I have a weird expression on my face or something? I was really trying to breathe normally over here and not explode all over the place with questions. I was trying to look casually interested.

Did I not look casual right now?

I sipped my drink and looked at Danica. She shrugged.

“That’s fair,” Danica said. “You can’t expect somebody to be what they’re not for you. If you’re not kinky, don’t be kinky just for someone else, right? But also… don’t expect someone who is to change that for you.”

Interesting. Hearing Danica talk about sex and kink so casually, so… comfortably… It was incredibly interesting.

Had I somehow missed what a freak she was?

Somehow, I’d expected Danica to be the voice of reason when it came to kinky sex and stuff like that. But now I asked myself… Why? She was in a freaking three-way relationship with two bisexual rock stars.

“So… how much kinky stuff have you done with your husbands?” I asked her, as casually as I possibly could.

“I think you have to define kinky,” Taylor suggested.

“Yeah,” Danica said, thoughtfully, “like, kinkier than taking it from two men at once?”

I stared at my cousin. I’d really never heard words like those out of her mouth. And the mental image that ignited in my mind…

Kind of brought it all home. I mean, I knew she was with two men and that they all fucked each other.

But I’d never actually heard it from her mouth like that before.

“Well. I think that about answers my questions,” I said. I knew I was hot pink right now.

“Oh, sweetie,” Danica said, “it’s not a big deal. They take it from me, too.” To punctuate that juicy statement, she held up one of the dildos. A particularly large one.

Taylor’s eyes met mine and went wide. Then she snorted and started coughing a little as Strongbow went up her nose. “Oh my god, I missed this. We need more girls’ nights. I adore my son, but I can’t let being his mommy take over to the point that I miss conversations like this.”

Yeah. Me too. I couldn’t believe I’d been missing out on conversations like this for so damn long while I was living down in San Diego.

I was pretty sure, though, that if Danica wasn’t drinking so much tonight, none of this would be falling out of her mouth. Dani must’ve been on the same wavelength, because she promptly handed her sister another cider.

Maybe I was just fucking naïve. But even after Danica told me, two-and-a-half years ago, that her and Ashley had brought another man into their marriage, and they’d given him a ring, that they now considered Matt their husband, I still didn’t think of Danica as kinky. Other than the whisperings I’d heard about Madeleine, I hadn’t thought of any of the women in my family as kinky.

But right now… I thought of Mom and her steamy mountain man book. And how she said Jacob was so “passionate” in the bedroom.

And how Aunt Mireille had let that bartender suck the hooter shooter out of her cleavage like a champ.

And how Aunt Marie so casually mentioned smashing that shaman or whatever at her hippie retreat.

And it hit me, that maybe being kinky or just plain open-minded about sex was normal. And that I might actually be theleastkinky woman in my family.

“I think I need another drink,” I said, to no one.

Taylor happily handed me another.

“It’s all good, Jolie,” drunk Danica said. “You just need to meet your unicorn. Once that happens… it’ll all work itself out.”

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