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“See? All done.”
“You can throw those damn things away,” I grumble, rolling out of bed and grabbing some clothes. Owen cleans up the toys and gets dressed as well. We’re quiet. Probably lost in the same thought that we have to walk out that door. “What are we going to say?”
Owen shrugs. “Wasn’t me.”
“Owen,” I giggle.
“We’re going to blame it on them for being a whole day early and not knocking.”
“Alright. I can go with that.” I grab his hand, and he pauses in his walk toward the door. “I’m mortified for the obvious reasons, but I’m not ashamed or embarrassed of us hooking up.”
A smile bursts across his face, and he drops a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Good, because I don’t plan to stop.”
“Next time, you’re wearing the nipple clamps.”
Chapter Eleven
Owen
Graham’s SUV is parked next to my truck, and he and Marty lean against the hood. Serena and Zara sit on the curb a few parking spaces away. All eyes are on us when we emerge, and Remee veers away to join the girls.
Marty barely lets me get within ear shot before starting, “I had no idea you’re a bottom.”
Graham hides a smile, and I roll my hand at Marty. “Go ahead, get it out of your system.”
His voice is high mocking. “I’m not following Remee to Florida to fuck her. We’re just friends. If she happens to tie me to a bed and stick a butt plug up my—”
“Nobody stuck anything up my ass!”
“There were two, Owen,” Marty says, dropping his voice to a hush. “Butt plugs. Plural. Remee only has one ass.”
Graham loses it at that point, and the giggling I hear from behind me tells me Remee’s hearing it from the girls too.
Holding my chin up, I shrug. “It’s not my fault you guys are prudes who avoid the fun stuff. Kink shamer!” I point to each of them in turn. “Kink shamer! And why the hell are you here early? And also can’t you fucking knock?”
“We did knock,” Zara says as the girls join us. “The door wasn’t latched all the way and it just swung open and—”
“Scarred us all for life,” Graham finishes.
“Okay,” Serena says. “We planned to get you guys, go out to eat, then go to the beach, but after the…”
“Abomination,” Marty supplies at her hesitation.
“Events of the morning,” Serena corrects, “I think we need some girl time. We’ll catch up with you guys later.”
Remee tosses me a sympathetic look, then heads upstairs with them where I assume Serena and Zara have a room.
The guys stare at me until I suggest, “Bar?”
“Sounds good,” Graham says.
“Let’s use Rideshare so we can get trashed. I didn’t come here to stay sober,” Marty adds.
It looks like they’re going to let thecaught being dominated by Remeething go, but I should’ve known better. As soon as we’re seated with our drinks at an outdoor table within view of the ocean, Marty holds up his beer. “A toast. To never seeing Owen’s orgasm face again.”
“It looked like that package of marshmallow Peeps that got squished between the car seats,” Graham says, clinking his glass to Marty’s.
I missed these guys.