Piper Davenport

“Hump?” Reese asked. “Yes. Real men know how to satisfy a woman, but nice guys only know how to hump,” I said. “Humping occurs only on the appointed night of the week, and only missionary style is sanctioned.” “You don’t say,” Hawk said, trying to keep his laughter at bay. “I agree,” Macey piped in. “It’s a strictly lights off, socks on affair,” I continued. Sadie giggled so hard, she snorted. “And your so-called ‘ornery’ men?” Reese asked. “They do whatever it takes.” He raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?” “Well, you know the difference between sensual and kinky, right?” “Do tell?” he asked. “Sensual is when you bring a feather to bed,” I said. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this,” Sadie said, her cheeks pink. “But what about kinky?” “You bring the whole damn bird,” Hawk supplied. “Spoken like a real man,” Payton said. “I’d be a little nervous about the bird flu,” Sadie said. “Always bag your beak,” Dallas retorted.”
― Piper Davenport, Reese