Baking and Babies (Chocoholics #3)(47)

“Good to know,” he replies with a wave, turning to jog to Drew’s car parked in the driveway.

I take my time climbing backwards into the limo, staring at Marco’s ass as he leans into the trunk of Uncle Drew’s car. After that kiss, there is no way I’m waiting another second when this night is over to be alone with that man. Maybe I can sneak a few shots of liquid courage when no one is looking and have Ava and Charlotte give me some more advice. I don’t know the first thing about flirting or seducing a guy, and judging by that stellar kiss, I’m going to need all the skills I can get. It’s time for me to consult the experts.

“Don’t knock it until you try it; pony play is very erotic,” Ava informs the group as I sit on the comfortable leather bench next to Charlotte, closing the door behind me. “The plastic hooves are a little hard to get used to at first, but once you add the tail and the unicorn horn, you really get into it.”

Did I say experts? I meant mental patients.





Chapter 16




– Fuck Betty White –

Marco




“Sorry, no take backs. You already said you’d kill Demi Moore, marry Taylor Swift, and f*ck Betty White,” Drew reminds me.

“I blurted it out without thinking!”

“Hide yo wives, hide yo grannies!” Drew cheers.

“My wife is going to be your child’s grandmother. Do you want to f*ck her too? Or are you more selective with your grandmother f*cking?” Jim asks.

Oh, for the love of all that is holy…playing Fuck, Marry, Kill seemed like a much better idea than being forced to watch that weird as shit turtle porn video again. Who knew turtles were so vocal during orgasm?

“I do not want to sleep with any grandmothers!” I protest.

Thankfully, the camera crew decided to pack it up and go home after Drew tried to get the meerkat to eat live goldfish out of the edible underwear he put on, and none of this is being recorded for the world to see.

“Alright, I’ve got Friendship Rocks, Call of the Cutie, and Dog and Pony Show. Which one will it be, boys?” Tyler asks, walking into the room with three DVDs in his hands.

“Ooooh, definitely Dog and Pony Show,” Drew says with smile and a nod.

“We are not watching that stupid My Little Pony shit,” Jim tells Tyler, grabbing the DVDs from his hands and chucking them across the room.

“Wait, MLP movies? Wow, that is NOT what I thought Dog and Pony Show was,” Drew mutters.

“What the hell else are we going to do, then? Thanks to Drew we don’t have a meerkat to play with anymore,” Tyler complains.

“How the hell was I supposed to know? Jesus, you give a meerkat one sip of beer and you’d think I tried to poison him with the way that stick-up-his-ass zookeeper acted,” Drew mutters.

“I’m pretty sure beer IS poisonous to an animal like that,” Carter tells him.

“Excuse me for not being up-to-date on my meerkat knowledge,” Drew grumbles. “It’s not my fault the little guy liked it and wanted more. He was thirsty after all of that underwear candy. Fucking Tom Brady…”

Drew notices all of us staring at him in confusion and he shrugs. “I didn’t feel like Sunshine Wiener Schnitzel was a good name for him, so I changed it to Tom Brady. It’s always Tom Brady’s fault.”

We sit here for a few quiet minutes, staring into our bottles of beer.

“This is pathetic. Are we really this old that we don’t know how to throw a good bachelor party anymore?” Carter asks.

“It’s all Liz’s fault for not letting me have strippers,” Drew complains. “Stupid strippers and their stupid snail trails…”

“I think we should watch some student/teacher porn in honor of Marco and Molly,” Tyler suggests with a wag of his eyebrows. “I bet you could tell us a few stories about bending that one over your desk and spanking her with a ruler, am I right?”

He nudges Jim with his elbow and gives him a smirk.

“I bet I could tell a story about how I shoved my entire arm up your ass, how about that?” Jim replies.

“Awww, no fair!” Drew complains. “I was going to tell that story later. No matter what anyone tells you, KY Tingling Jelly shouldn’t go in your ass. I was shitting fire for three days, let me tell you.”

I quickly chug the rest of my beer, hoping the alcohol kicks in soon and erases everything from my mind that happened tonight. Well, except the kiss. Damn, that f*cking kiss almost made me come in my pants. As soon as Molly walked out the door all I could think about was kissing her. Shit, from the moment I open my eyes every morning until I fall asleep, that’s all I think about. I couldn’t stand going one more second without knowing what kissing her would be like instead of just dreaming about it. I ran outside as fast as I could and I couldn’t wipe the goofy grin from my face seeing her still standing next to the limo.

God, those lips. That tongue. That f*cking mouth that tasted like sweet, crisp apples, just like I wondered. I think I might’ve been better off not knowing. Now that my suspicions are confirmed, I’m never going to be able to get rid of my hard-on. I want to strip her naked and taste every inch of her skin. I want to bury myself inside of her until we both lose our minds. I want to hear her scream my name and claw at my back until…