Page 95 of She Wolf

“I’ve missed you,” she winks at me—or at least attempts to, but she closes both eyes.

“Boys, boys, come dance. Boys!” Chloe shouts, clapping.

Just at that moment, Coralie’s dad comes out with a feather boa wrapped around his shoulders, carrying two very large pitchers of margarita.

“Dad!” Knox shouts. “You’re enabling them?”

“Sure am. Look how happy they are,” he says pleased with himself.

“Where’re the mamas? Where is Jack?” Theo asks.

“Jack went up at his usual bedtime. And the mamas went off to bed about an hour ago. We’re having an impromptu dance party,” he says with a weird amount of excitement. Looks like someone's been pounding tequila with the girls.

He’s got such a big smile on his face I can tell he’s really enjoyed tonight. Rex untangles himself from a very happy—and handsy—Chloe and turns to me.

“They’re all trashed. Just smile and nod and remember, you’re probably not gonna get laid tonight.”

“What? why?” I ask disheartened. I had plans for my sexy siren.

“Check out their crazy eyes, bro. They’re about ten minutes from passing out.” He gestures to Coralie and Chloe in particular. Sure enough, their pupils are blown, and their smiles are a little lopsided.

“I’ve seen the morning after, is this what it’s like the night before?”

“Yep, but now there’s four of ’em.”

I look up and notice they’ve got drinking straws tucked behind an ear and the shorter part pressed close to their mouths,

“Are they… mics?”

“Wow yes! It took Case and me ages to work that out last time this happened.”

Old school Jennifer Lopez booms out of the sound system, and they squeal and clap unable to stop themselves from dancing and singing along.

I wonder how the hell Jack and the mamas are sleeping through this, as four twenty-eightish-year-olds start to dance their hearts out to J.Lo .

“They are hella drunk. I’m impressed. They sure can put it away for such little things can’t they!” Adam says booging beside me as I fall onto the sofa.

“Oh, shit. Lex is going in for the splits again,” Theo says as both Casey and Knox cringe, and cover their eyes.

And she does. She goes straight down, and I cringe waiting for the inevitable sound of material ripping but it doesn’t come. Must be super stretchy pj pants.

The song finishes and Jack senior starts clapping and nodding at us to join in. We clap and whistle and then the music dies down while they scan through for another song to dance to.

Jack Sr. hugs them all while they flap and bicker over “the best song to dance to ever!” He relinquishes the black feather boa to Coralie, and then with a snicker in our direction, goes off to bed.

“Phew! Good huh?” Coralie says falling into my lap, the boa tickling the side of my head. A Michael Jackson classic blaring out of the surround sound.

“Yes, you looked very sexy out there,” I say and place a kiss to her damp temple.

She smiles, her face all sweaty and her hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks.

“Do you want to go to bed now?”

I stand abruptly. “We’re out.” I bid good night as Rex cackles.

Even with the blink-winks and the red face, Coralie looks eager to get back to the room and hopefully take this little outfit for a spin.

“Do you want me to keep this on or take it off?” Coralie purrs once we’re in our room, shimmying her ass so the sequins on her butt sparkle.

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