Fighting Fate (Endgame #4) by Leigh Ann Lunsford

Author:Leigh Ann Lunsford [Lunsford, Leigh Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

The girls decided we were having a Gilmore Girls marathon . . . the pregnant ones want ice cream and relaxation. Every activity we do revolves around food. If I manage to gain the freshman fifteen I didn’t my actual freshman year I’m taking their first-born. And letting Mason raise them.

Both their asses are having girls and they want to discuss sex . . . we’ll see how that works for them in sixteen years. “So, did anyone besides Brecklynn have a bow chicka bow wow Valentine’s?” I roll my eyes at Saylor’s question. She looks like she swallowed a medicine ball . . . not sure how freaky she can get.

“Hey. Mind your business.” Brecklynn grins and blushes.

“Speak for yourself. Brody and I . . .” Emberlee is gonna do her over sharing until Breck shuts her up.

“NO. Just fucking no. I saw what you and Brody do. I heard — for months — what you and Brody do.”

“All I was gonna say is pregnant or not . . . I’ve got moves.” Lee Lee continues to taunt her baby daddy’s sister.

“Oh, I’m not saying I didn’t get it . . . and quite well, but it isn’t like I can be pinned against a wall.” Saylor admits refusing to be outdone in sex aerobics. “Aves, you getting cobwebs? I haven’t seen or heard about a guy in over a year.” I roll my eyes . . . none of their fucking business. I’m still reeling from our fight.

“She sneaks out and sometimes she doesn’t come home after her last class.” Brecklynn declares with a smirk. I’m gonna put Nair in her shampoo.

“What?” Lee Lee’s voice forces my eardrums to pulse. “You’ve been holding out?”

“Everyone has had a lot happening the past two years.” Deflect. Distract. It’s become my mantra.

“Well we’re settled now, so spill.” Shortstop means business . . . she set her chocolate aside.

“No.” I won’t be drawn into this conversation when I’m still reeling and exposed. “Y’all,” I point to preggo one and two, “are fixing to have babies. You,” I turn my finger to Brecklynn, “are doing good and you and Mason are happy — so all of you — worry about yourselves.”

“But worrying about your vagina and the good lovin’ it’s getting is more fun.” Emberlee’s like a dog with a bone . . . relentless.

“Read a fucking book. Watch a damn movie. Leave me and my vagina out of the equation.” I toss candy at her, which she catches mid-air. That’s talent and produces a free for all food fight. Mission accomplished. My sex life is no longer the topic of the hour.

“Our men would be proud. We have good aim.” I chuckle and clamp my mouth shut. I glance at them hoping they missed my faux pas. Breck is studying me but she keeps her lips sealed.

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