Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(76)

“Mind if we join you?”


She managed to hide her surprise. “That would be great.”


Roxanne and Leah already had drinks. Pink ones. “What are you drinking?”


“Cosmos. Ned teases me endlessly about my love of girly drinks. But if I drink beer, I feel like shit the next day.”


“Bull, Rox. You feel like shit because you’re usually doing tequila shooters and drinking beer.”


“True. So let’s order a cosmo for Georgia so we don’t look like lushes.”


After they toasted, Leah blurted, “You are so different from what I remember.”


“Is that why you’ve had the big change of heart? Did I pass some secret test?”


Leah looked thoughtful. “Well, we did take a hard look at our small-town, bitchy selves after what you said in the parking lot that night.”


“And we’ve gotta respect you called us out on it. Plus, it took a lot of balls to show up at the reunion. Not only because Deck is now your ex, but also because you lost RJ.” Roxanne patted her arm. “I can’t imagine losing my sister. Sometimes she annoys the piss outta me, but she’s my best friend.”


“That’s probably why I didn’t have many close girlfriends in high school—because I had RJ.”


“Well, you’ve got us now, and we’re making up for lost time.” Roxanne smiled. “Now that we’re pals and all, I gotta ask you something. And be warned, it’s personal.”


“Geez, Rox, way to put her on the spot,” Leah grumbled.


“You can ask, but that doesn’t mean I have to answer,” Georgia said coyly.


“Were you really a virgin throughout high school?” Roxanne leaned forward. “I mean, you proudly wore a purity ring. And Ned said Deck got pissed whenever someone asked him if you two were doin’ it. But I’ll bet you were doin’ the nasty and lying about it.”


“Technically, yes, I was virgin.”


“Technically?” Rox repeated.


“Deck and I didn’t have intercourse until we were married.”


“So in other words, you messed around.”


“A lot. I had broad knowledge of certain non-penetration acts involving my hands and mouth.” She smirked and pinned Leah with a look. “How about you and Warner?”



Leah laughed. “We didn’t save it for marriage. But you probably got the better end of the deal by holding Deck off for a few years.”


“How so?”


“The benefit of lots of foreplay because that’s all you could do. Once you start screwing…that groping, grinding and crazy-kissing part of sex becomes less important.”


“I never thought about it that way.”


“What the hell does any guy know about sex at age sixteen anyway?” Rox sighed. “Maybe that’s why I was bitter about you wearing that purity ring. I shoulda waited.”


“I know part of the reason Deck and I were at the altar a month after graduation was so he could finally f*ck me.”


Roxanne choked on her drink. “No shit?”


“Not a good way to start a marriage,” Georgia said dryly. “Because the deed lasted less than a minute.”


“What was the other reason Deck married you?” Leah asked.


“To go into the family cattle business with my father and RJ.”


“My parents weren’t happy about me’n Warner tying the knot when I turned nineteen. They wanted us to wait. We didn’t.”


The sandwich arrived and the conversation lagged while she ate.


As soon as Georgia finished eating, Leah whistled for the waitress. “A round of shooters.”


Those shooters went down the hatch pretty damn easily. Especially when the toasts were directed to our new fun friend, Georgia.


I do too know how to have fun, Tell.


And Georgia was having a great time. Amidst Leah and Roxanne’s heated discussion about the TV show Tabatha’s Salon Takeover, a couple of young, good-looking guys came by the table and hit on them. Georgia might’ve felt self-conscious that two married women were more accomplished flirts, but these ladies were just too damn entertaining. Somehow the duo convinced the guys to buy them another round of shots and then charmed them into leaving.


Leah and Roxanne called their technique for procuring free drinks the power of the cleavage.


A power Georgia breezily admitted she’d been born without. Which sent her new pals into hiccupping laughter.


Roxanne got that look in her eye again and Georgia braced herself. “Okay, Miss G-Thang. Next snoopy question. Can you still do a herkie?”


Georgia rolled her eyes at Roxanne. Miss G-Thang was her new nickname? “Those are easy.”


“Prove it.”


“What? Now?”


“Yep. You’re the one who said it’s easy,” Leah said with sweet belligerence. “So do one.”


She could stall. The chatty pair would probably forget about it and move onto another topic. “I’ll need another shot.”