"You look hot," Trina's voice shouts out as I stare at the girl looking back at me in the mirror.
"I'm pretty sure this dress is two sizes too small," I respond, attempting to stretch the material over my chest.
"Girl, if you got it, flaunt it," she proudly states, reaching straight for the girls to reveal an uncomfortable amount of cleavage.
"She's not wrong," I hear Lacy state from the door.
Good lord, there's two of them.
I look back in the mirror, taking in the ensemble Trina put together tonight. This is her girls night. One she insisted we both join her for without giving us any details. She showed up, dress in hand with a devious look in her eye and way too bright of a smile.
An hour of hair and makeup later followed by squeezing into this little number, and apparently I'm ready to go. I think. They say I am. But really? This much skin is actually a thing?
"It's really not that bad," Lacy says now as she stands to my left. My eyes rake down the dress before looking at the girls at my sides. She's right. It's not as bad as I'm making it out to be. It's just, I haven't really worn anything like this as a mom. I don't know, I guess my mindset just shifted a bit once I had Mia.
But it could be worse. Exhibit A to my right. Trina's dress is much shorter than mine and shows much more than should be legal. Exhibit B to my left, Lacy has more of a classy sex appeal going on right now, but there's definitely no chance she has any undergarments on under that dress. At least that much is clear. I mean, technically, neither do I, but at least the darker color leaves that fact to the imagination.
"I really should stay here and help the guys," I try to reason for the hundredth time. Both Tommy and my brother are currently in my yard trying to fix the playhouse. Mia had a sleepover with a friend and they figured it would be the perfect surprise for when she returns in the morning.
"Nope," Lacy cuts in, shaking her head and placing a hand on my shoulder. "The guys have that handled. Your job tonight is to have a good time. You need to get out and we need this night too, right Trina?"
"Yes! I definitely need this night, so buckle up girly, we're hitting the town!" Trina shouts before slapping my ass.
I jump slightly at the action before falling into a fit of laughter. I feel like the odds of ending this night in handcuffs are slowly increasing. Lacy only shakes her head before grabbing her bag and walking to the door. I take one last look in the mirror, pull the top up just a little more, and take one last deep breath before following the two of them.
We all walk out the sliding glass doors, both boys now immersed in work. Tommy currently has that power saw out while Trevor is measuring a board, pencil in his ear while he lines up the tape measurer. My eyes don't stay fixed on what he's doing though. I can't seem to rip them away from my man who looks fucking delicious with a power tool in his hand.
Lacy clears her throat, causing both of them to pause what they're doing and turn their attention to us. The look on Tommy's face as his eyes trail my body is both tantalizingly sinful and so freaking adorable. I don't even know how he manages to walk the line between devilish and heavenly but he does. I take two strides forward as he does the same, his arms quickly wrapping around my waist, his mouth placed just against my ear.
"What are the odds you kick everyone out and stay here with me instead?"
"Not a chance, Tommy! Your girl is coming with us." Trina shouts from beside me, her hearing clearly still in mom mode.
There's a low growl falling from his lips, shooting straight to the good parts, causing me to squeeze my legs together.
He feels my struggle because he comes closer now, his voice dropping even lower. "Later, baby. I promise to make good on whatever thoughts seem to be getting you all worked up right now."
I'm kicking them out.
"Amber, get your sexy little ass over here. We're not leaving without you!"
I can't help the small eye roll that leaves me now. But before I walk away, I decide to return the favor. He doesn't get to be the only one left hanging.
"And when I get back," I whisper into his ear. "I'm going to lay back and let you do whatever you want with me."
With that, I push off of him and make sure to shake my ass just a tad bit more on my way out because two can play that game, Iceman.
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The bar Trina chose is loud. The lights are dim and the crowd is already wall to wall. I should actually correct myself, this is more of a club than a bar. The dance floor is full and I feel like a grandma. I'm pretty sure half of this crowd has a fake ID.
"Alright, first round is on me because I haven't been out in a few weeks, Owen has the kids, and mama is thirsty!" Trina nearly shouts as she slams her hand on the table. "Lacy, girl, what will it be?"
Her eyes lock with mine as a small smile fights to escape.
"What?" Trina asks now. "What am I missing?"
"I'm not drinking tonight," Lacy says now.
"What, are you pregnant?" Trina snort laughs, brushing it off as a joke. When no one responds, her face falls serious. "No shit. You really are prego?"
She looks back at me, almost like she'd prefer for me to share the news. The news I just found out about last night.
"Yes," she confirms now. "I'm pregnant."
"Well fuck me. Congratulations!" Trina smiles.
Lacy laughs with her, bringing her hand to her stomach. "Thank you."
"Wait," Trina jets forward now, grabbing Lacy's hand. "Shit, now that is a fucking ring. When did he ask?"
"Right before I told him I was pregnant," she laughs. "My timing couldn't have been better."
"Sounds like his timing was on point," Trina states. "Well, damn. So that means I'm drinking alone?"
"Actually," I speak up now. I haven't had a drink in years. Watching the way it twisted Vince into a monster was enough for me to never want to touch the stuff. But something feels different tonight. For the first time in a long time, I actually want a drink.
"You going to drink?" Trina perks up like a kid on Christmas.
"I mean...what the hell? I can't let you drink alone."
"You so got your world rocked, didn't you?" she questions now.
Lacy sits up now, seemingly more interested in the conversation. I look between the two nosy girls, ready to tell them it's none of their business when I realize I actually want to share some of the details with them. Something else that is out of the ordinary for me.
"My world was more than just rocked," I smile as Trina slams another hand on the table and Lacy laughs.
"Okay, I'm going to need details and we are definitely starting this night off with shots," she proclaims before waving her hand to the bartender.
Two tequila shots and one fruity drink later and I'm ready to fucking dance. That may not seem like a whole lot of alcohol consumption to you, but I haven't had a lick of the stuff in years. And man does it spring up on you. One minute I'm happily sharing the fiery hot experiences of my newfound sex life, details fully included in the package...a rather large, lengthy, firm, fuck me now kind of package. See? Drunk. And it feels good.
Back to the point at hand here...the next minute, I'm standing to use the bathroom as the room seems to be moving in slow motion. I forgot that feeling. I should have stood up after the second shot. Gauged my drunkenness a bit more. Oops.
I will say this though. That bathroom trip was most definitely worth the slightly sideways walk. Did you know the lighting in a bathroom stall is perfectly angled to capture an extremely revealing and tantalizingly inappropriate photo? Although, inappropriate depends on the receiver of said photo. It was pretty clear that Tommy enjoyed the little gift I blessed him with. Am I allowed to use the word blessed to describe what it is I sent?
Whatever. I'm blessed. He's blessed. Bless us all.
You know what? It's dance floor time. Wait. Nope, pause that thought. That whole package deal I described a bit ago hasn't quite left my mind yet. I mean, hello, would it leave yours? The answer is no, no it would not. Trust me as someone who's seen it, felt it, sucked it dry. It's not something that's meant to ever leave your mind once you've had it.
I reach for my phone, pulling up a very sexy picture of the man I get to see naked on the daily and click his name for a message. And hey, there I am again. Yes, blessed was the correct word of choice.
Amber: I've been having trouble figuring something out and need your help
Those little dots begin dancing on the screen, causing my body to sway with them. I like seeing those dots so quickly.
Tommy: How can I be of service?
Fuck. I can tell him exactly what he can service. Let me give you a hint...me. It's me.
Amber: I'm trying to figure out how long it would take you to get here
His response comes almost immediately, letting me know he's just as consumed by this as I am.
Tommy: Get where?
Amber: Here
I can picture his cute little smirk right about now.
Tommy: That's not a location
Such a cop. A cop with handcuffs. Oh I like this.
Amber: Powers of perception Tommy. Think you can use them to find me?
I don't know why those damn dots are causing a fun little pulse down below. It's like they're teasing me.
Tommy: Baby, I can use those powers for a lot more than just finding you
Well color me turned on and wickedly curious. Okay, I'll play.
Amber: Oh yeah? Tell me just what those powers are capable of Officer Sallow
Those dots are doing wonders to the devilish parts that want to come out and play. It's like a little dancing foreplay on my screen. I don't even notice the fact that my lip is pulled between my teeth until Lacy's voice pulls my eyes from my phone.
"Sexting already?" she sounds impressed.
"Don't act like that little trip you took to the bathroom with your phone didn't include a boob shot," Trina shouts back to Lacy.
The fact that Lacy just shrugs and takes a sip of her water tells me more than I need to know right about now. Apparently our minds have wandered a similar path tonight.
"And I'm not sexting," I speak up, my red cheeks already giving away my half lie. The truth is...I'm not sexting this very second, like in this actual instant. That counts, right?
When my phone vibrates, I quickly look down, grabbing it in anticipation. I can only imagine the dirty reply waiting for me.
Before I get to actually read the message I know is only going to have me begging them to let me go home, Trina grabs my hand. "We're dancing. I love this song and your very sexy man can wait. Let him miss you babe."
I drop my phone on the seat and let her drag me to the dance floor. I guess I'll just have to wait to find out exactly what he's planning to do to me later.
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