Page 134 of Love's Most Wanted

“You can hear them in the game room. Why you looking like we did something to ’em?” Couture laughed, passing Scotland her drink.

“Shit ’cause maybe y’all did. But I’m a married fucking man, so whatever the fuck sex train y’all had in mind, I ain’t with it,” he jested, making all the ladies clamor and comment on his crazy ass as he carried our things to whatever room we had.

Laughing at Unique’s and my inside joke of gang bangs, I joined Couture and Analicia in the kitchen where the drinks were being made.

“Okay. Do you want a margarita or Pina colada?” Analicia asked.

“Margarita, please, since I see you have jalapeños.”

She nodded and proceeded to make my drink while Scotland grabbed the platters of food to bring and set on the coffee table.

We sat for a while just eating, talking, and having several drinks while the men put the kids to sleep, thank God. Afterward, they joined us, rearranging our seating because they all wanted to be next to their women. Asif had his son in the bassinet behind the couch.

Anastazia got up to blow out the candle we had burning, and when she got ready to sit down, her husband brought her into his lap instead, making her smirk. He said something lowly against her lips before they kissed, and whatever it was had her blushing as he playfully gripped her breasts before she moved from him shyly while grinning.

They kissed once more before he gestured for her to put her feet in his lap for a massage, resulting in all the women laughing due to remembering her comments about him offering massages at Banks’ party. He was trying to be sure he got some tonight.

The boys were confused by our laughter but not intrigued enough to ask, thankfully.

“Let’s play a game,” Analicia said, and the men groaned with their boring asses. “A grown-up game!”

“Don’t be groaning at my baby.” Bashar frowned.

“That’s right, Bashar!” Couture gave him his props.

“What game then, man?” Khari shook his head.

“Never Have I Ever.” She smiled evilly.

Everyone agreed, and we began asking questions, going around the circle. All of us had alcohol in our cups except for Anastazia and Presley.

“Never have I ever done anal,” Scotland said, of course.

“Hold up, you mean receiving or giving ’cause there’s a fucking difference,” Asif chimed in, eyeing Scotland suspiciously, while the brothers agreed with him, and the ladies and I doubled over in laughter. I laughed even harder seeing Lequay survey his wife with a hiked brow like she was crazy.

“Yeah, leave that other shit to Devante muthafuckin’ ass,” Unique said, and the room guffawed.

“My bad. I didn’t even think about that.” She giggled. “Okay, receiving for the girls and giving for the men.”

When all the ladies stayed put but the boys sipped their drinks, we all shouted at them in disgust like children.

“Y’all are disgusting!” Couture shook her head, stating what all the girls were thinking.

“Ain’t my fault a freak ass girl offered the shit to me.” Khari shrugged and the brothers laughed. He whispered he was joking to his wife but she wasn’t buying it.

“That’s always how it go too,” Shakur agreed.

“Couple freaks.” Lequay said, ducking Scotland’s swing while Cemone agreed. We all rolled our eyes out of repugnance.

“In case y’all wondering, though, pussy is far better,” Asif said. His brothers nodded to affirm his statement.

Anastazia smirked up at him before leaning over for a kiss.

When the kissing kept on, Unique said, “Can y’all save that shit for later?”

“We are. I wouldn’t dare let you watch, even though I know you want tips, muthafucka,” Asif said, and the brothers instigated with their fists to their mouths and oohing.

“You gon’ be like me, Stazi,” Presley warned, and when Anastazia didn’t say anything, our jaws dropped.