Xeni (Loose Ends, #2)

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

“Seriously. It’s all been very platonic. Very boring.” “Whatever, Xeni. Just admit you are participating in ho behavior. I’m not judging. I’m here for it,” Maya said. She leaned over the counter and held up her hand to give her a high five. Xeni rolled her eyes, but slapped her palm anyway. “Is it ho behavior if we’re married?” she asked. “I knew it!” Ginny said. “They’re doing it.”

“I fell in love with Silas here,” Liz said, gently rubbing her pregnant belly. Xeni looked over at her rugged ass husband. “Don’t blame you one bit.” “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kill him or keep fucking him, but one night we were sitting here and Mason started playing and it all kinda made sense.” “It’s not gonna work on me.” “What?” Liz laughed. “You’re not gonna trick me into falling for all this. Your beautiful farm life with a hot buff husband and two-point-five kids and seventeen dogs. Not me, bitch.”

“May I?” Xeni asked before snatching up both rings. “Of course.” “Ah, allow me.” Mason gently picked up the rings and took Xeni’s hand. She saw the look in his eyes. She knew he was about to say some sweet as hell shit that would make her knees melt, but she was still a fragile mess and now was not the time. She pointed at him with her free hand and fixed him with a hard stare. “I swear if you make me cry in front of our new friend Julie-Pam…” Then this asshole got down on one knee. He didn’t say a word, just slid the rings onto her finger. They were a tiny bit loose, but Xeni didn’t care. Mason stood, brushing his lips against her cheek, before he whispered in her ear. “I cannot wait until you fuck me in the ass later.”

want to get in that butt.” “You know, I made a list too,” Mason said. “A list with all the things I want in a woman and the phrase ‘wants to get in my butt’ is number four.” “Listen, don’t blame me. Blame Mei. Blame my aunt. They knew we’d be perfect together. So, your place or mine?” “Mine. Bigger bed and the rest of my furniture is cheap. It’s okay if we break it.” “Oh, okay, it’s gonna be that kind of party. I’m perpetually horny around you, but say something really nasty to hold me over until we get over there.”

Hey, love. When’s a good time to call? He added a gif of Homer Simpson dialing a touch tone phone. An hour later, she responded. I’m free to have an uninhibited emotional breakdown at four p.m. my time. Is that too late?