"And so incredibly modest." I shake my head at him and then climb over the console into his lap. "Thank you for coming to get me and for letting me borrow your car."

"You're welcome."

"How can I ever repay you?" I ask and weave my fingers into his soft dark blonde hair.

"Hmm... I think we can work on payment when we get home." His eyes are happy now, a smile plays on his lips and I tip my head to lay my own on them.

"You smell good," I whisper.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses me softly, nibbling my lips playfully, then across my jawline and over to my ear where he knows I'm ticklish.

"You taste good," he murmurs.

Just then a tow truck pulls in front of my car and backs up to my front end.

"Stay here," Will instructs me as he gets out of the car. "And lock this door behind me."

"Yes, sir," I respond playfully.

"I'm gonna spank you later."

"Oh, good," I grin at him and he shakes his head as he meets the driver by my car, giving him instructions.

Chapter Twenty-One.

"Who called them?" Natalie asks and points a drunk finger toward the door. We follow her manicured hand to find Caleb and Matt sauntering to us, trying not to smile.

Gosh, the Mungumrys are pretty.

"We don't want to go home yet." Jules pouts.

"The bar is trying to close, Jules," Matt tells her. "We need to start taking you guys home."

"I'll call Nate and have him pay them to stay open longer," Jules reaches for her phone, but Matt just laughs at her.

"Uh, Jules, it's against the law for them to stay open any later than this."

"Well, s.h.i.t," Sam mutters.

"Yeah, s.h.i.t," I mutter in agreement. "Okay, let's go." We all slam our last shot, grab our bags and head toward the door.

Thank goodness my feet are still intact this time.

"I'm gonna go get some o.r.g.a.s.ms!" Natalie announces to all of us as we stand on the sidewalk and wait for Caleb to bring the car around.

I grin and raise my fist to b.u.mp hers. "Hey! I can get some this time too! Wait." I turn my blurry eyes to Matt. "Did Will get home?"

Will had to travel to New York this weekend for an away game. I hate it when he's gone.

"Yes, he's waiting for you at home," Matt replies with a half-smile.

"Good! o.r.g.a.s.ms for me!" The girls all laugh and high five each other, half of us missing the others hands in our drunken stupor.

Caleb pulls up to the curb in a mini-van that he must have borrowed from someone to cart us all around in. He hops out of the drivers' seat to help Matt get us all in and settled, then Matt gets in the drivers' seat and Caleb in the pa.s.senger seat.

"I need o.r.g.a.s.ms," Brynna pouts. She is hilarious drunk. This dark haired woman is a vixen when given some liquid courage.

"That one guy who was dancing with you would have given you some," I remark with a smirk and Caleb's head whips around to glare at us.

"What man?" he asks, his voice low and hard.

"Just some dude who wanted to get his groove on," Natalie responds. "And by groove, I mean giving Bryn some o.r.g.a.s.ms."

We all laugh, like that's the funniest thing we've ever heard. 'Cause it is.

"Hey, are you guys good at giving o.r.g.a.s.ms?" I ask the brothers and then smirk when Matt shakes his head ruefully and Caleb puts his hand over his eyes, trying to hold onto his patience. "I bet you are. I bet it's 'netic, 'cause Will can give some f.u.c.king good o.r.g.a.s.ms."

"I want some rough s.e.x," Sam responds. "I like to be spanked."

"Seriously?" Brynna asks, her eyes wide.

"Haven't you ever been spanked?" Sam asks her, and Brynna shakes her head no.

Hmm... I think I'll have Will spank me tonight.

"It's totally hot," Sam tells her and we all nod in agreement. Matt shakes his head again as we turn a corner.

"What's wrong, Matt?"

"Must you guys talk about s.e.x?" he asks. "I'm related to most of you."

"What's wrong, you don't like it rough?" Brynna asks with a smirk.

Because I'm sitting right behind him, I hear him mumble, "You have no idea how rough I like it."

"Dude," Caleb scolds him. "Shut it."

"What? They're talking about it."

"Yeah! I need to get laid," Brynna mumbles again. "Seriously guys. Like laid for days. Like, we just do it over and over and over..."

"Enough!" Caleb yells, startling all of us.

Matt laughs at him as we all look at each other.

"I think Caleb needs to get laid too," Jules remarks with a smug smile. "Nat, how do you spell o.r.g.a.s.m?" she asks, her face practically pressed to the screen of her phone.

"You don't spell it, you feel it."

"No, I'm texting Nate and I'm gunna tell him I need some."

"I think he knows," I tell her. Well, the one on the right. There are three of her. "Nate looks like he gives really good o.r.g.a.s.ms."

"Oh, he seriously does. I never realized what that apa could do until I met him." She's nodding and texting and I'm stunned.

"He's pierced?" I squeak.

"Yep."

"Holy s.h.i.t!"

"No way!"

"Why?!"

All the girls are stunned, throwing questions out at once, but I'm speechless. Holy s.h.i.t. He's pierced.

Lucky Jules.

"I wonder if Will would get pierced?" I ask the van at-large, but both Matt and Caleb respond with a loud, "No!"

Suddenly, Caleb's phone is ringing. "Hey, man."

"Who is that?" Jules asks.

"Yeah, we have them and we're on the way to your place first." Caleb says as he looks back at Nat, who is curled in a little ball with a grin on her pretty face.

"Are you thinking about o.r.g.a.s.ms?" I ask her.

"Mmm hmm." She confirms. "Luke's good at them too."

Lucky b.i.t.c.h.

We're all lucky b.i.t.c.hes.

Well, those of us getting o.r.g.a.s.ms.

"Luke's waiting for you, Nat." Caleb tells her as he hangs up the phone.

"I know," she smiles.

"There is no one at home to smack my a.s.s," Sam remarks darkly, a scowl on her beautiful face.

"You should have picked someone up at the bar," Jules replies. "Nat, how do you spell p.u.s.s.y?"

Matt chokes on the soda he was drinking. "Seriously, Jules, shut up! You're my sister!"

"Oh, stop. I'm a grown up. I've been having s.e.x for more than a decade." She waves him off. "Meg, how do you spell c.o.c.k?"

"I don't know," I wrinkle my forehead in thought. All my words are gone. "s.h.i.t, I have 'nesia!"

"s.h.i.t," Brynna replies. "I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you're not supposed to spell it, Jules, you're supposed to suck it."

"Sonofab.i.t.c.h," Caleb mutters and answers his ringing phone. "Hi Will. I sound like this because these drunker than f.u.c.k women won't stop talking about s.e.x..."

I rip the phone out of his hand. "Hey, sssss.e.xy football player."

"Hi, honey. Are you having fun?"

G.o.d, his voice is hot.

"Yeah. I want o.r.g.a.s.ms. I get to have them this time, right?"

He laughs in my ear and I smile. "As long as you don't throw up, yes."

"I won't throw up," I frown. "I want you to smack my a.s.s. Sam reminded me that I like that. But I have 'nesia 'cause I can't remember how to spell p.u.s.s.y."

"Uh, Meg, my brothers are right there."

"I know your brothers are right here!" I roll my eyes and giggle.

"They're my brothers too!" Jules yells at him.

"Jesus, you guys got really drunk." Will chuckles.

"Well, yeah. It's a b.i.t.c.herlet party, Will." I squirm in my seat. "Now, as I was saying. You know where I have my c.l.i.t..." Before I can say another word, Caleb takes the phone back, scowling at me.

"Dude, what is up with all these h.o.r.n.y women?" he asks Will.

"Hey! I wasn't done!"

"Meg," Jules peers over at me. "My brothers don't want to know that you have your c.l.i.t pierced."

I hear Will yelling on the phone, even over the girls gasps, and then Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Yes, she told."

Matt glances at me in the rearview and I shrug. "What?"

He laughs and shakes his head. "Nothing."

"Hey, it makes things interesting."

We pull up to Nat's house, and Luke comes out to gather his girl. He smiles sweetly at her as he lifts her out of the van.