Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(100)

I should not be surprised about this. Bev was a biker babe.

She’d just switched brands.

I felt my shoulders droop because all that was that man, and the more that I’d learned that was all good for Beverly, was not all he could be.

“Sister, look at me,” Bev called.

I turned to her.

She got close. “Okay, well, the teddy worked.”

I stared at her, hope bubbling up inside me.

“Or, maybe it wasn’t the teddy,” she carried on. “Maybe it was my newfound knowledge I was falling in love with him. We, uh … this last week, we uh … kinda … sorted shit out.”

“How?” I breathed.

“Well, after the first time it went stratospheric …” she began.

Stratospheric?

Oh my God!

She kept going, “He had a chat with me and told me how relieved he was that I, um … well, showed him I knew what I was doing in that department.”

She knew what she was doing?

Now I was perplexed.

“What?”

“The bad sex, babe, it was on me.”

I said nothing.

“I was so wound up, hung up on Boz, had my head all messed up. He was gentle about it but he said he was meaning to talk to me about it for a long time, he just didn’t know how to bring it up. But when I came out of the bathroom in that teddy, all glittered up in a way he could lick it off, things got going.” She grinned. “It heated up great and it was amazing. He knows where a clit is,” she rolled her eyes in ecstasy, “girl, does he ever. And he might not be well endowed but he likes when I suck him off and doesn’t mind fucking me with my vibrator while he’s eating me while I’m doin’ it. And we’ll just say there’s something good about being able to take all of a man in my mouth and how hot it is when he shows his appreciation. And get this.”

“What?” I asked breathlessly when she didn’t go on, however, I was kinda wondering if Hound might get into doing the eating me/vibrator gig.

“He was totally into the vibrator thing. And the glitter thing. And the edible massage stuff thing. So he says the next basket he’s bringing, his secretary is not putting it together. He’s gonna make me a sex basket, and he said if I want, he’ll pick me out a huge dildo. He says when I’m in the mood for that, he can use it and otherwise multitask.”

“Oh my freaking God!” I cried softly.

“I know, right?” she agreed.

“I’ve known him for all of about ten seconds and I already know there’s so much more to that man than having a small dick. I’m glad you’re learning it,” I shared.

“Me too. It’s weird to go average, but I’m sure getting used to it. I think he guessed that Boz was packing, and I was missing that, but for Tad, seein’ as I was used to taking as much as I could get of twelve inches down my throat, his seven isn’t an issue whatsoever. So he gets the good part of that kinda training.”

And that got her another slow blink.

Tad’s seven?

Seven?

That wasn’t small. It wasn’t even average!

“Tad doesn’t have a tiny dick?” I asked.

“Well, relative to Boz’s giganto one, he does. And relative to Tad’s giganto size, he does.”

Another slow blink as something else she said sunk in. “Boz has twelve inches?”

“Girl, why you think it took me so long to get over him?” she asked.

Things were beginning to come very clear.

And one of those things was that I might not be able to look Boz in the eye ever again.

“And … and … you can deep throat seven inches?” I asked.

“Sister, I think Tad nearly took my ring off my finger to return it so he could get a bigger one after I got into the swing of things and took him all the way to the root.”

Well, one thing was for certain, unless my definition of the girl next door was way off, that vision I had about Bev for decades was gone forever.

Though, cheerleaders might have that talent, I wouldn’t know. I was never a cheerleader.

“So Tad … he’s … he’s just … just … all-around perfect?” I stammered.

She grinned a small but exceptionally happy grin and whispered, “Yeah.”

“That is so awesome,” I whispered back, grinning my also small but exceptionally happy grin right back at her.

“You know what’s more awesome?” she asked.

I couldn’t think of anything more awesome than Bev having a new biker guy that hot who liked AC/DC, loved her, had a more-than-healthy-sized dick and knew how to give it to her that good in the bedroom.

“What’s more awesome?” I asked.

“He loves me. Not my blowjobs. Not my pussy. Me. He had no doubts we’d get there. He fell in love with the woman I was and the promise of what we could have if I gave all of myself to him. He never gave up on me, and that, babe, that is definitely more awesome.”

I found her hand and squeezed it.

“You’re right, Beverly, that is way more awesome,” I replied. I got closer to her and asked, “So, how you doin’ on that road to happy?”

“Uh, did you see my man?”

I gave her a big smile. “I saw him. Don’t be mad at me because I also had a mini-orgasm when I saw him.”