The Game (That Girl, #2)(41)

“How many benefits?” Jewels asks.

All of our eyes fall on her.

“Hey,” she defends herself, “my husband is a working man, we have a toddler, and we’ve been separated more than together. Give me a break.”

“We’ve been pretty steady, actually,” Jenni finally admits. “He’s great in the sack, but shitty on the commitment end. Lots of lays and orgies, but nothing else. It gets old after a while. I want more.”

“Great sex, orgies, and lays get old?” Jewels asks.

We laugh at her comments, and it’s painfully obvious her marriage could use some spicing up. She continues to prod Jenni with all kinds of questions, from the size of his cock, as she bluntly puts it, to his best move. Hell, Jewels sounds like a porn star director casting for her next big role.

As the three of them compare notes, I find enough courage and rapid fire a set of pictures to Levi, then bury my phone in my purse.

“Jazzy, tell them about you and Levi.”

“I knew it,” yells Jewels, “I just knew you two were going to hook up. I called it that night on my couch. Bam! Tiny is going to owe me a new pair of shoes.”

“Told you,” Jenni slams her drink down on the table sloshing over some of the brown liquid.

“What? Did you bet, too?”

Lynlee turns to me. “Don’t be mad, Jazzy. We all think you’d be a cute couple. We just worry about Levi treating you right.”

Her words set me on fire, and I see red. She has no right talking about Levi in public like this, and she has no clue what he’s gone through.

“Yeah, I guess it’s nice being shacked up with Golden Boy.”

My words catch her this time, and I know she feels the same as I did only a few seconds ago.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you shouldn’t be such a bitch in talking about Levi.”

“You’re right. We shouldn’t have any worries about how dysfunctional the two of you could be together.”

If I thought I was mad earlier, then I’m flat outraged right now.

“So how big is his dick?” Jenni pipes up.

“Yeah, really, is the most talented football player in the country packing heat or what?” Jewels asks.

I can only smirk back at Lynlee.

“Well, I do know he’s the best in the league, but a lady never tells.”

Lynlee is fuming at this point, and I almost want to laugh at her. She’s the one who started this whole conversation. I’m impressed by Jewels and Jenni’s skills of diverting a heated topic into something lighter.

“Well, girls, if we are talking about our football players, then I have a good one to tell you about Tiny,” Jewels says. “He’s recently become obsessed with eBay and collecting rare shit. He’s been buying gold coins and other collectibles.”

“What kind of collectibles?” Jenni blurts out. I marvel at her attention span. I’d put money on it that Killer has better focus.

“Weird shit.”

“Like sex toy weird shit?”

“No, Jenni. Like history memorabilia. Well, a while back he wanted to do something romantic for me. His idea of romantic was buying bras off of eBay.” She pauses, taking in our astonished looks.

“Did you say bras?” I ask.

“Yes, bras. And the last one he bought came used and smelled like smoke. Any guesses what Mr. Romantic did?”

No one dares answer, and for one, I’m not sure how to even begin to comprehend the idea of ordering a used bra from the internet.

“He Febreze’d the bitch and tried to pass it off to me.”

We all roll in hysterics. The image of Tiny, the largest man I’ve ever seen, Febreze-ing a bra and giving it to his wife is too much.

“He even giftwrapped it and then expected a blow job for such a kind gift.”

Jewels has the table laughing so loudly, the rest of the bar is staring at us.

“What a romantic f*cker,” Jenni howls.

I feel Lynlee’s hand grab mine under the table, and I turn to look at her. She mouths, “I’m sorry.” I give her hand a squeeze and mouth the same words right back to her.

“Okay, decision time, slut biscuits. Another round of drinks, or a movie?” Jenni asks.

“Drinks,” we reply in unison.

Jenni hollers out our order for another round of screaming orgasms. By this time, there must be enough alcohol pumping through our veins, because the rest of us howl in delight. I take it easy on the next round because I know too well how easy it is to get out of control. I either act completely stupid and say way too many things or black out. Instead, I sit back and watch Lynlee do this to herself. Jewels joins in as they share their marriage woes and being separated from their husbands. Jenni, on the other hand, is off cozying up to the bar. It looks as if she’ll be going home with her lover tonight.

I sit back and realize I’m in between these two situations. Not married and not in a friends with benefits situation. Well, at least I hope that’s not where Levi and I are headed. I’d much rather be the girl who cuts her losses and leaves than be like Jenni, who is love struck but only gets a booty call.

Jenni signals me over to the bar, and I pray she’s not trying to set me up with someone.

“Hey, Maxton will give us a ride home unless you can drive.”