Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(95)

“Deal.”


“That’s assuming I can move. God. You’re an exhausting lover, Cord McKay.”


“I’m takin’ that as a compliment.”


“You should. I’m so glad I waited.”


“Waited for what?”


No answer.


“AJ?”


“Waited for you to be ready for me.”


Confused by her cryptic statement, Cord pecked her on the forehead, tucked the quilt under her chin and tried not to think about how natural it was to have her in his bed.


Chapter Twenty-four


“How many inches long you think his dick is?”


“Liza!” AJ nearly choked on her punch.


“Come on. Don’t pretend you haven’t been looking at him.”


“Yeah, but I wasn’t measuring him for condom sizes.”


“Extra, extra large. Super magnum. That bad boy’s gotta be at least ten inches.”


AJ eyed the stripper, whose junk was peeping out of the top of a metallic snakeskin G-string. The man looked little more than a boy. With his hands fluffing his shaggy rock star hair and the seductive way his slender hips gyrated, she knew no mere boy could move like that.


Four women from Liza’s church whooped, elbowing each other to line up first to shove money in the string circling the guy’s tattooed pelvis. In the corner by the food, seventy-something Bebe was winning the deep-throat-a-bratwurst contest. Marijane Jackson Goodhue, the president of their graduating class and extremely pregnant, showed how well she could roll meatballs in her mouth.


Liza’s wish had come true. This was one wild-assed party. Packed to the rafters with women from all over the county—including Cord’s mother, Carolyn, and his Aunt Kimi.


There were four six-foot tall inflatable penises making the rounds. Any woman who played the bratwurst game won a headband decorated with bobbing light-up penises. AJ


turned her head to the left and the spring on her headband caught in her hair again.


“Where’s the bride-to-be?” someone shouted from the stage.


AJ lifted Liza’s arm above her head and waved it madly. A horde of women descended on Liza, dragging her to a chair up front, which left AJ free to sneak to the punchbowl.


As she refilled her cup, Carolyn McKay sidled up. “Fancy meeting you here, Amy Jo.”



“Likewise.” AJ tried not to stare at the headpiece Cord’s mom wore and wondered if Carolyn was trying not to stare at hers.


“Keely is gonna be so mad she missed this party. I think we oughta rub it in real good, don’t you?”


AJ grinned and clinked her mug against Carolyn’s. “I’ll drink to that.”


“How’s Flo?”


“Better. She’s anxious to get on with her life. We’re going to Billings in a couple days to find a place for her to live.”


“Why Billings?”


“The company Jenn works for had an opening. She can start in the next couple weeks, which will give the kids time to adjust before school starts.”


Carolyn placed her hand on AJ’s arm. “How are you adjusting, sweetheart?”


AJ shrugged. “We’ll see. I haven’t officially left here yet.”


“I know you’ve probably heard it from Keely, but you are welcome at our home anytime.”