Caged (Mastered, #4)(74)
“You deserved it. Be happy for our friend.”
“I am happy, but I’m still going to pout.”
“I think your Botox injections prevent that, K.” Then Fee waggled her eyebrows at Molly. “Hooking up with Deacon regularly has put a satisfied look in your eyes.”
“Umm . . . thank you for noticing?” Molly said.
“Hard not to,” Katie complained. “I need a man who makes my whole damn body glow like that. It’s been ages since I bumped uglies with a dude.”
“Maybe because you call sex bumping uglies? Anyway, it hasn’t been ages, ho-bag.” Fee tilted her head at her BFF, Katie. “Didn’t you and Ivan break your mattress last month?”
“Shh,” Katie hissed. “Ronin and Blue would ream us both if they found out.”
“Why? There’s not a ‘no fraternization’ policy at Black Arts, is there?” Molly asked.
Katie shook her head. “Between an instructor and a student like you and Deacon? No. But people might think I’m giving Ivan more press time and coverage if it’s discovered he’s giving me the Russian salami.”
“Seriously, Katie, what is wrong with you?” Fee demanded, her voice escalating. “The Russian salami?”
“The what?” Blue asked as he strolled in and grabbed a folder off Katie’s desk. “Did you say Russian salami?”
“Yes, we were talking about sandwiches,” Katie lied with a straight face.
“If you’re making a sandwich run, I’ll try a Russian salami.” He tossed out, “Make sure it’s twelve inches,” before he left the room.
Molly laughed so hard she feared she might’ve wet her pants. All she had to do was look at Katie clutching her belly and Fee wiping her eyes and they dissolved into laughter again.
“Thanks a lot,” Fee grumbled. “Now I’ll have my brother asking me if I ever got that twelve-inch Russian salami for him.”
“I guarantee Ivan’s twelve-inch Russian salami is a lot harder to get in your mouth than out of it.”
Molly reached over and stopped Fee from whacking Katie again. But she couldn’t help asking, “You’re kidding about twelve inches, right?”
“Ivan is a big guy all over. But his Rasputin is closer to ten inches.”
“Can we be done talking about cocks now and find out why Molly is here?” Fee asked. “What brings you by?”
“Do either of you have plans Saturday?”
Katie clapped her hands. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Guess whose birthday it is?”
“Yours?” Molly said dryly.
“Ask Fee what she’s got planned,” Katie said smugly.
“You bitch! The party was supposed to be a surprise!” Fee’s shoulders slumped. “You suck. Now you’ll just have to go to Dave and Buster’s like everyone else over twenty-five does on their birthday.”
Molly choked and tried to pass it off as a cough.
Katie eyed her suspiciously before she refocused on Fee. “You can still have a party for me. You were being stealthy, Fifi, I promise. I just overheard you talking to Jaz.”
“Jaz knew about this surprise party before I did?” Molly demanded of Fee. Jaz was the new black belt instructor that Sensei Black had hired six months ago. No one knew too much about her. She mostly kept to herself. Apparently Fee had broken the ice with her, which was good. Molly remembered what it felt like to be on the outside looking in.
“I was gonna call you this week, okay? I only decided to do this yesterday. Jaz offered to help.” Fee sighed. “I’ll need all the help I can get so the princess isn’t disappointed.”
“I will need to add a few people to your guest list,” Katie said, grabbing a pen.
“Fine, but you aren’t planning this,” Fee warned. “I am.”
“While I’ll be happy to help you celebrate, Katie, I was really looking forward to girl time.”
“It has been a while,” Fee said. “But your lack of girl time is self-inflicted. You’ve been holed up with Deacon.”
“She means with Deacon filling your holes,” Katie said with a rowr.
“Presley mentioned the same thing. Only not so crudely.”
Katie tapped her pen on her desk. “We’ll do that the weekend after the fight. Shopping, food, drinks, then hitting someplace for kinky fun. I suppose I have to be budget conscious when making the plan?”
“Since it’ll be me, Fee, and Presley? Yes. So it’s three slim wallets against one fat one, moneybags.”
“You have to admit I am getting better at the budgeting thing,” Katie said to Fee, buffing her perfect manicure on her silk shirt.
Fee snorted. “You spent fifty-eight hundred dollars on a pair of leather pants last month. Your idea of budgeting was not buying the twenty-seven-hundred-dollar matching vest.”
“Hey! Denial of self-gratification counts as budgeting for me. But luckily for you, I am equally adept at sussing out cheap thrills for us.”
“Cool. Text me the details about the princess’s partay, Fee. Later.”
Molly took the stairs and ran into Deacon.
Immediately he hooked an arm around her waist and his mouth landed on hers. His lips and tongue were cool, but his mouth heated up as the kiss became urgent. As if holding her and kissing her was exactly what he needed.