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KELSEY

“Emily!” I barge through the store, needing my sister.

I’m completely fucked. How does she manage to hit it and quit it?

My emotions are all over the place. Was I a coward last night when I stayed in my room until I was sure Deke was done and dressed?

Yes. Did I also text my sister and ask her to give me advice?

Hell fucking yes. Though, the doubts plaguing my mind have me wanting to call, text, or email him.

That’s how good he was. I’m talking toe-curling, hair-tingling, body-trembling amazing.

And that thing he did to my ass… I want so much more of the man who can be a dick one minute but absolutely amazing the next.

“Where’s the fire, hooker?” Where I’m dark like our father, Emily is all light like sunshine like our mother. The one thing we’re blessed with is our mother’s figure, thank goodness. Dad is a barrel of a man, and I couldn’t imagine having his height as well as his structure.

“Can’t you come up with a new line already?

I need you to take my phone, get it out of my hands before I do something stupid like respond to Deke’s text.

” I throw my phone her way, praying she catches it because I have no time and zero patience to have to order a new one or deal with the phone store today.

“You gave him head, didn’t you? I told you not to do that! Men don’t ramble and scramble when you do that, you know.” My phone is safe in her back pocket. Emily’s hands are on her hips, foot tapping. She’s raring to go.

“It didn’t get that far, though if I didn’t open my mouth like you said, I probably would along with another couple of orgasms added to the two Deke ripped from my body.” I look around the boutique, seeing that she has everything ready, so all we have to do is open. You know, minus my man drama.

“Oh shit, multiple? Why didn’t you say that last night through text!

I would have told you to let him spend the night.

” I watch as Emily pulls my phone out of her back pocket of her mom jeans, tight in the waist but baggy throughout the leg.

Add the cute multicolor crop top, espadrilles, and she’s a walking billboard for our store, and beautiful to boot.

“You need to text him back. Do not leave him on delivered. Get your orgasms, play it safe, but sister, that shit does not come easy.”

“You think?” Her hand is already out, and I take my phone from her.

“If I were you, yes, definitely. Twice, and he was only there an hour. If you don’t respond, I’ll do it for you.

” I grab my phone out of her grasp so fast, you could call me Lightning McQueen.

My sister has zero filter, and I bet she’d text out the boob style along with the tongue, then throw an eggplant in the mix.

“Let me know what he says. I’m going to order us coffee and breakfast.” I look down at my phone, not saying anything to my sister. She knows I’m not picky, unless it comes to a runny yolk, which is the case for both of us.

Deke “the big” Dick: Dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up at 7?

Me: Sure, but how about you pick it up and we eat at my place instead?

I go to put my phone down, ready to start my day when it vibrates in my hand.

Deke “the big” Dick: Pink Pony okay with you?

Me: Yes, please. Fried green tomatoes and the chicken nachos. I’ll pay you back.

My mouth waters just thinking about the pub food. Sure, after eating like shit the past few days, I could stand to eat a salad, but that’s not happening tonight.

Deke “the big” Dick: See you then. We’ll talk about you paying me back later.

Me: See you then.

“Text is signed and sealed. He’s coming over tonight. Maybe we’ll get a repeat performance of last night,” I tell Emily as I walk through the office in the back.

“Kelsey has got her groove back. Too bad we’re opening, or I’d say we could celebrate with Mimosas or Blood Marys.

” So, last summer is the last time Kelsey got any, and even back then it wasn’t that great.

Phillip sucked all the way around. Yes, I’m referring to myself in third person, but I give zero fucks because I know the man I’ll be fucking tonight can at least deliver on the orgasms.

“That’s right, baby!” I twirl around in a circle.

The long skirt I’m wearing billows out, slits up both legs.

I paired with a tight white tank and platform shoes, a plethora of bracelets, and tied my hair in a messy top knot.

The Hawkins girls have the perfect style—stellar personalities with a dash of humbleness, and an even better sex life.

Well, at least I do. I’m not sure about Emily, but knowing her, she’s got a line out the back door that has no problem dropping whatever they’re doing if Emily were willing.

“Don’t think we aren’t talking about last night,” I tell her, taking my seat, ready to get started on the day, secretly excited that Deke is coming over and not just for the sex.

I’m really thinking there’s more to him than meets the eyes, almost like he’s an onion and you have to peel back layer by layer.

“Another dud. I’ll dish once we have caffeine and food.” Emily sounds annoyed, which goes with what she’s saying. That’s a damn shame. I’ve had to listen to her hook-ups for the past year. Now it’s my time to shine, so to speak.

“Shitty.”

“You have no idea.” I laugh, thinking the worst, and when her head pops up, she knows I’m thinking about, well, poop, “Oh my god no, you’re so gross.”

“But getting you to laugh was worth it.” Once we calm down, we get to work, not stopping until our delivery arrives. Even then, we talk and work while we eat.