Delaney

“We have been very patient, Delaney,” Brook began. “Tell us what’s going on with Sebastian.”

I looked over at Chelsea who had Haley strapped to her with a long stretchy piece of pink fabric. Our girls’ day included Haley since Chelsea was watching her while Luke was at work. I definitely didn’t mind adding her to our outing. We were wandering around the small local shopping center close to our favorite Mexican restaurant.

“This is not the sort of thing we should be talking about in front of a child,” I argued. I was definitely messing with them. After all their refusals to share details about the men in their lives, they totally deserved it.

Chelsea raised an eyebrow and looked down at the sleeping baby. “Even if she was awake, I don’t think it would scar her.”

“Do you really want to risk that?” I asked. “They say children understand much more than we think.”

“I’m willing to take my chances,” Chelsea assured me.

After pretending to consider the matter, I let out a sigh and shook my head. “I’m not. Luke would never forgive me if Haley was traumatized by our conversation. It’s best if we wait to discuss this another time.”

“Fine,” Brook said with a sweet smile. “We’ll just make it up.”

“This should be interesting,” I added with a laugh.

“Oh! Let me start!” Chelsea piped in.

“Go ahead,” Brook agreed with a wave of her hand.

“After Sebastian tracked you down during your run, he told you what a naughty girl you were for doubting him.

“Naughty girl?” I asked with a laugh.

“Yes,” Brook agreed. “He showed up dressed in a power suit and told you he was going to make sure you never behaved that way again.”

My only response was a snort.

Chelsea giggled before taking her turn. “Then he dragged you to a park bench and bent you over his knee before lifting your dress up.”

“I was running in a dress?” I asked.

Chelsea shrugged. “I can’t help it if you’re a freak.”

“She’s right,” Brook agreed. “It’s not Chelsea’s fault you run in a dress and four inch heels.”

“Now, I’m running in heels?” I asked.

“And getting spanked in the park,” Brook added.

“Fine!” I relented. “I’ll tell the story myself. For future reference, when you make up a story, it’s important to keep it at least somewhat believable.”

“With anyone else, the story would have been totally unbelievable,” Brook began. “With you, I could see it happening.”

“I’m not that crazy,” I argued. “There’s really not much to tell. Sebastian kidnapped me when I was out for my run. We talked, and as you both know, I got things all wrong. We worked things out. Actually, we talked before he kidnapped me. Later, I learned he’s the heir to a sex toy empire. His mother seems to really like me. She reads my books. We went out again, and it was great until we got home. That was a mess.”

“I’d like to go back to the kidnapping part,” Chelsea interrupted. “Were there any restraints involved?”

“Are you asking in the hopes my kidnapping will help you plan some kinky game with Luke?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“La la la,” Brook chanted as she covered her ears to avoid hearing anything involving sex and her stepson.

“Brook will be watching Haley while we have a date night this weekend,” Chelsea reminded me. “This seems like the perfect time to add a new game. We don’t usually role-play. Neither of us is very good at staying in character, but this could be fun.”

“No restraints,” I told her. “He tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to his car. After that, he took me to his house, and we had some really great sex.” I left out the embarrassing moment involving the evil sports bra.

“That isn’t nearly as detailed or exciting as I was hoping for,” Brook complained.

“Especially since he’s the heir to a sex toy empire,” Chelsea added. “What exactly does that mean? Is his father the vibrator king?”

“It’s his mother’s company,” I corrected.

“I remember hearing something about that,” Brook added thoughtfully. “Luke used to tease Sebastian about it.”

“How could Luke keep this kind of information from me?” Chelsea demanded.

“Why would you need to know?” I asked.

“These are the kinds of things a woman needs to know,” Brook insisted. “Especially when she’s trying to fix one of her friends up with the guy.”

“I would have definitely used this information to get you to meet Sebastian,” Chelsea stated. “I love Luke, but he can be clueless at times.”

“It could be the lack of sleep,” Brook suggested.

“Good point,” Chelsea agreed. “Haley isn’t the best sleeper yet.”

“Please tell me Sebastian works for the family business,” Brook said excitedly.

“He does,” I replied. “I think it’s more of a contract job. He’s involved with designing an app for them.”

“An app?” Chelsea asked, eyes wide. “What kind of app does a sex toy maker need?”

“Maybe for shopping.” Brook suggested.

Since I didn’t really have too many details on the new toy, I was able to keep my mouth shut. Sebastian was smart to keep those details from me. I wasn’t great at keeping secrets.

“Does he get to bring home toys to play with?” Chelsea asked.

“Does he have a bunch of kinky toys to use on you?” Brook added excitedly.

“Why should I tell you anything?” I asked. “You bitches are always refusing to share any important details with me. I still have no interesting spanking stories to work with, and neither of you will tell me how big your man’s dick is. I’m not sharing any details with you.”

Those bitches had been teasing me with their incredible sex lives while refusing to give me any juicy details. Turnabout was fair play. I could totally keep a secret.

“Didn’t you say Sebastian has a big dick?” Chelsea asked.

“Oh. My. God. I didn’t know men really had dicks like that. It’s not just long. His dick is thick. I’m sore after a night with him, but it’s so good, I still want more,” I admitted before realizing I was doing exactly what I’d said I wouldn’t do. “Fine. I’m not as mean as you are, so I’ll tell you all about Sebastian’s wonder cock.” I let out a wistful sigh. “He’s also really sweet.”

“You really like him, don’t you?” Brook asked.

“I do,” I admitted. “Everything is still new, and it may all fall apart, but for now, I’m enjoying my sexy boy toy.”

Having no luck shopping, we decided to grab lunch. We made our way into the restaurant and found Wanda and her husband, Thomas, already there enjoying lunch. The couple was there so often, I wondered if they ever ate anywhere else as a couple. I’d only seen Wanda alone in other restaurants.

“I guess we should eat in the restaurant side since we have Haley with us,” Brook remarked.

“We’ll have to tone things down,” I reminded them. We usually sat at the far end of the bar, away from the family diners, to avoid offending anyone. This would be hardest for me since I had no internal filter.

The hostess seated us close to Wanda and Thomas.

“What are you girls doing here so early in the day?” Wanda asked as she stood to adjust Thomas’ hearing aid. Her husband was a little on the prudish side and had a tendency to say something rude if he heard any of our conversation. I say a little on the prudish side because I’d heard enough about their sex life from Wanda to know the man was a freak in the bedroom.

“I told you the little blonde would be the first to get knocked up,” Thomas remarked loudly. Wanda responded with a warning glare, which made him grin. “I love it when you get all riled up.”

“Don’t you try to sweet talk me,” she warned him before returning her attention to us. “Are you girls babysitting?”

“I recently adopted Haley,” Chelsea explained.

“Congratulations!” Wanda said happily. “I wish you’d come by earlier. I need to get Thomas to his physical therapy appointment.”

“Did he hurt himself again?” I asked. They’d had a couple of sex related injuries recently, and I was curious to see if this was another.

“He threw out his back in a cardio kickboxing class,” she explained.

“Cardio Kickboxing?” Brook asked.

“Those classes are too much for me,” Chelsea told Wanda.

“They’re too much for Thomas, too,” Wanda replied. “I don’t know what he was thinking. I’ll see you girls later.”

With that, Wanda and Thomas made their way out of the restaurant.

“Did I tell you I ran into her when I was out with Sebastian?” I asked.

“That must have been interesting,” Brook remarked with a grin.

“Did she embarrass you?” Chelsea asked sweetly. “I’d hate for you to be embarrassed on a date with your sexy boy toy.”

“Of course she embarrassed me,” I replied. “I was role-playing with Sebastian at the bar before heading in to have dinner.”

“You were doing what?” Brook asked at the same time as Chelsea asked, “Are you kidding me?”

“It was Sebastian’s idea, and it was fun,” I explained. “Sebastian really has a knack for role-playing. It’s like we step into one of my books when we do it. We do get out of character some, but it’s still really hot.”

“You’ve known the guy just over a week,” Chelsea began. “How much role-playing could you have done at this point?”

“We do it all the time,” I explained. “Sebastian really seems to understand my need to fantasize. He even read two of my books to understand me better.”

“How does he compare to Justin?” Brook asked.

I let out a sad sigh before responding. “Everything is fine when Sebastian’s around, but I can’t seem to take care of things when he’s not around.” I was making an effort to keep my voice down since we were on the restaurant side. It was fairly empty, but I didn’t want to cause problems at our favorite place. I was very proud of my restraint.

Chelsea was trying to look at the menu while holding Haley, who was fast asleep.

“Why are you looking at the menu?” I asked her. “You’re going to have the beef enchiladas.”

“She’s back to trying new things,” Brook answered for her.

I groaned. On occasion, Chelsea decided to try new things when she felt like she was stuck in a rut. The problem with that plan was that Chelsea had her favorites everywhere we went. If she had anything different, she was disappointed. Then we had to watch her push her food around her plate because it was never as good as her usual.

“Maybe you should try when you don’t have Haley,” I suggested. “It’s hard to juggle a menu when you have a baby in your arms.”

“Maybe you should hold the baby so I can look at the menu,” Chelsea shot back.

“Can I get you something to drink?” our waitress interrupted.

As we ordered our drinks, I took Haley from Chelsea so she could make her ill-fated lunch choice. Looking down at Haley, I had to smile. Her little fist was resting against her mouth as she slept. I’d seen her try to get that fist in her mouth a number of times. Her thumb didn’t seem to be enough for little Haley.

“She is adorable, Chels,” I praised without looking away from Haley.

“I know,” Chelsea agreed, and I could hear the smile in my voice. “I can’t believe I ever considered not being this little girl’s mother.”

“It must be strange having a child so early in your relationship with Luke,” I remarked.

“It makes things harder,” Chelsea admitted. “We don’t get as much time to ourselves. There are times when I really want to go out with Luke, but we don’t like leaving Haley with strangers.”

“I keep telling you I can watch her so you can go out,” Brook told Chelsea.

“You already watch her two to three days a week while we work,” Chelsea reminded her.

“I can come over and watch her,” I offered. “Just let me know when.”

“Really?” Chelsea asked, and I looked up just to enjoy her shocked expression.

“Why do you look so surprised?” I asked.

“You’ve never offered to babysit,” Brook pointed out.

“I’m a little nervous around babies this young,” I admitted. “Now that I’ve spent more time around Haley, I’m not so afraid of breaking her.”

“She really makes you want one of your own, doesn’t she?” Brook asked.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” I replied with a laugh. “I like spending time around Chelsea’s cat, too, but I’m not planning to get one. Can I assume you’re thinking about letting Ty get you pregnant?”

Brook had a wistful smile on her face when she replied. “Eventually. The subject has come up recently. We’re not planning to do anything until after my divorce is final.”

“Please tell me dickhead Rob isn’t being a problem again,” I muttered. Brook had been separated from Rob for more than a decade before she’d finally filed for divorce. One would think it would be an easy matter, but Rob had suddenly decided he didn’t want a divorce. While he’d recently started cooperating with the divorce, I didn’t trust him.

“He hasn’t been a problem,” Brook assured me. “From what my attorney says, it’s far enough along he can’t do anything. We’re just waiting for everything to go through the court system.”

“That’s great news,” I told her.

“Speaking of great news,” Chelsea began. “I needed to ask you both something.”

“Does it have to do with the engagement ring you’ve been trying to keep hidden all afternoon?” I asked.

“You noticed?” Chelsea asked with a pout.

Brook snorted. “Whenever you think no one is looking, you start playing with it and smiling.”

“I’m engaged!” Chelsea squealed. “Will you be my bridesmaids?” Chelsea was so excited, she didn’t give us time to respond. “We aren’t planning anything big. Luke is worried I’ll regret that choice, but I hated my big wedding. Plus, how am I supposed to plan a big wedding with a business to run and a baby? So, will you be my bridesmaids?”

“Congratulations, Chels,” I told her. “I would love to be in your wedding.”

“Me too!” Brook chimed in happily. “I can’t believe Luke didn’t tell me.”

“Now that you’ve made the big announcement, I believe your daughter could use a new diaper,” I told Chelsea. Haley had just woken up, and she was obviously filling her diaper.

“I thought you wanted to babysit, Auntie Del,” Chelsea said sweetly as she put the diaper bag over her shoulder and stood.

I laughed and passed Haley off to her. “When I have her alone, I’ll deal with the diapers. She’s all yours when you’re around.”

That was what I liked best about being the auntie; diaper duty rarely fell on me.