Starter Wife (The Jilted Wives Club Book 1) by Bethany Lopez (readera ebook reader TXT) 📗

I’ve had a taste of what could be, I’m excited to see what happens next.”

I picked up my chopsticks and tried to get a piece of ahi tuna off of my plate and into my mouth. After three failed attempts, I put them down and picked up my fork.

“How’s the dating app going?” Margo asked Summer.

I watched her with envy as she wielded her chopsticks like an expert.

“Well, the happy hour thing was kind of a bust. I mean, it was fun and all … everyone was nice. But I didn’t feel sparks with any of the guys. Not like the ones that were flying off of Luca and Whit.”

“What about that one guy, Ron, I think?” I asked. “You two seemed to be hitting it off pretty well.”

Summer scrunched up her nose.

“He was cute, but it felt like I was talking to my cousin. We had a lot in common, but I wouldn’t feel the need to assault him in an elevator.”

I almost choked on my food as Margo let out a bark of laughter.

“Oh, no, is this going to be a thing now?” I groaned.

Margo nodded enthusiastically.

“Yup, at least until something else just as good happens.”

I sighed and asked, “How about you, Margo? Anything exciting, possibly embarrassing, happen since last we met?”

“Not unless you’d call having a twenty-minute orgasm embarrassing,” she quipped.

“Twenty minutes,” Summer said way too loudly.

I looked around the restaurant and leaned in to say in a quiet voice, “No, not embarrassing … impossible maybe, but not embarrassing.”

“Not impossible,” Margo said with a wave of her chopsticks. “One of the guys I see on the regular has this curve in his dick that hits the right spot every time. Honestly, it’s why I keep seeing him.”

“You only like him for sex?” Summer asked, her eyes wide as she hung on Margo’s every word.

“Yeah. He’s a total douche. Completely full of himself, way too metrosexual, and the stuff that comes out of his mouth, ugh. If I hadn’t gotten drunk and hooked up with him one night, I never would have found out about his magic penis. He’s not someone I date or go out in public with, and he’s completely fine with that. Our relationship is purely sexual. In fact, I often put a gag in his mouth so he can’t ruin things by talking.”

“Wow,” I murmured.

“You’re my hero,” Summer cooed.

“I didn’t realize a curved penis would be such an asset in bed,” I said, my mind spinning. “I don’t think I’ve ever encountered one. Pretty much I always seem to end up in bed with men who are kinda small to average. Never a curved or big one.”

“I’ve had one that was too big,” Summer said. “Like, when he took off his pants I was like … oh, hell no. It wouldn’t have worked and frankly, it scared me.”

“It scared you?” Margo asked dryly. “So you didn’t give it a try?”

Summer shook her head rapidly. “Nope. I asked him to put his pants back on and skedaddle.”

“How big was it?” I asked.

Summer held out her hand, then placed her other hand about it and said, “About one and three-quarters hands.”

“No way,” I scoffed. Her hands weren’t huge, but two of them stacked were definitely larger than any one man’s member could be.

“Yes way,” Margo argued. “What’s the biggest one you’ve ever encountered?”

I held up my hand and pointed to the knuckle of my middle finger.

“About … there.”

“You poor thing,” Summer said, her voice laced with pity.

“I’m sure Luca’s packing more than that, and if not, we’ll have to get you out there and on a dick that will actually get you off.”

“You guys are acting like I’ve been missing out or something. I’ve had a good sex life, and despite the size, I got off.” The last I whispered and glanced around warily.

“Sister, there’s a whole world out there that you don’t know about. You may think you had a good sex life, but I promise you, there’s better out there.”

“Yeah, and I gotta say, I looked at Luca in his tight jeans the other night, and I think he’s gonna be just the man to show it to you,” Summer added.

“You checked out his package?” I asked, shocked.

“Sure, didn’t you?” she asked.

I shook my head.

Margo placed her hand on mine and gave it a pat.

“Stick with us, babe, and we’ll make sure you, and your vagina, are taken care of.”

Oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into?

Fourteen

Luca

After some flirty, but relatively tame texts with Whitney, I’d bitten the bullet and asked her to my place for dinner.

I’d seen her a couple times during the week, but since I was busy meeting my dad’s clients, as well as taking care of my own, we’d barely said more than a dozen words to each other.

I’d found it wasn’t enough … texting and passing each other in the halls … I wanted more time with her and was eager to get to know her better. It was funny, because I’d always been more of an out of sight, out of mind kind of dater.

But with Whitney, I found myself thinking about her more often than not.

I hurried around my studio apartment, making sure everything was put in its place. My ma had been a stickler for cleanliness and organization growing up and it was something that had always stuck with me, so cleaning for company wasn’t something I ever really had to do. But since this was Whitney’s first time coming over, I really wanted to make a good first impression.

Still, all that meant was some light dusting, folding and putting away my laundry, and lighting a few candles.

I’d also stopped at the florist and gotten an arrangement.

Satisfied the studio looked good, I moved to the kitchen area to check on the sauce I’d had simmering for the last few hours. It may have been too soon for me to introduce Whitney to my mother, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t appeal to her tastebuds.

When