The Side Project 2: Nature Girl
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Chapter 19: Allie - The Bad Girls Club
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 19: Allie - The Bad Girls Club - The Side Project 2 kicks off with the core friend group scattering across the country at the end of their wild week in Nashville. With the initial shock of their new circumstances starting to wear off, Ky and Lexi begin grappling with quite what their future holds. On their Thanksgiving trip to Napa someone new enters the dynamic. Meanwhile Allie's forced to deal with Garrison and the Alphas' latest antics. Luckily Reed, and some new friends, are on her side.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Slow Illustrated
Saturday, December 2, 2017 Nashville, Tennessee, USA
“Mmmmmm, I missed this,” Taylor sighed.
We were in the shower and I was rubbing conditioner into her hair. After our morning romp, Lauren had fallen back asleep. ‘Fucked out’ to use Taylor’s terminology. By my count the blonde had cum six times.
Reed had volunteered to cuddle her and keep her company. I wasn’t sure to what degree his offer was born from his fucked-up sense of altruism, actual fatigue, or the obvious burgeoning infatuation he had for Lauren. I wasn’t too worried about it. At present getting to know Taylor even better was a higher priority. No better way to do that than to shower together, right?
“Nice, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yeah, been a long, long time since anyone washed my hair for me,” Taylor said.
“That’s sad. Even at the salon?” I asked.
“Merritt thinks having my hair done is frivolous, and I don’t have enough of my own money to feel like it’s something I can spend money on,” Taylor explained.
“Jeez, he’s that much of a tightass about spending?”
“Yeah, he scrutinizes basically every expense on our credit card statements and gets on my ass if he thinks it’s unnecessary. That’s why almost all my money goes to buying things for Kacie. If not for that she’d be eating crappy food and have no toys.”
“Mmmm,” I sighed, running my fingers over a tattoo on Taylor’s left shoulder blade. It read ‘Kacie’ in script.
“A little classier than my tramp stamp, eh?” Taylor asked. I put it there because in a way Kacie will always be on my shoulders. There’s nothing more important than supporting her. Even under Merritt’s messed up spending rules.”
“That’s, like, so beautiful. But also yuck, it makes me mad you’re in that position,” I said.
“Garrison doesn’t care about spending?” Taylor asked.
“Nah, not really. Plus I work full-time. For him it’s all about me ‘playing my role’ - so stuff like making him food, showing respect, et cetera,” I explained. “So I play good wife when he’s around, and that mostly placates him.”
“Opposite of Merritt in a way, huh,” Taylor said. “As long as I keep his responsibilities to care for Kacie to a minimum, he doesn’t really ask for much around the house.”
“Just two different ways of being controlling assholes,” I said.
“Well not for long, right?” Taylor noted, referencing our earlier conversation.
“I mean, I hope not. I really hope tomorrow goes well. I’m nervous about it,” I admitted.
Taylor put her hands on my shoulders. “It’s going to go fine and you’re going to do great,” she said. Her eyes bored into mine. The confident way she looked at me sparked something inside of me. I wanted to be the woman Taylor believed I was.
I slipped my arms around Taylor and hugged her tight to me. “Thank you. I appreciate it, Tay,” I said softly into Taylor’s ear.
“Would you like me to do your hair?” Taylor asked. We’d been standing, holding each other tightly for perhaps a minute. Long enough that it was clear it wasn’t a quick hug.
“No,” I sighed as I finally separated from Taylor. “I’m just rinsing for now. Lot of work to do today to get Garrison moved out of here. I’ll shower properly after.”
“Would you like some extra help with that project?” Taylor offered.
“No, you don’t get that many days to yourself. You should go enjoy it,” I said, thinking about Taylor’s rare day without Kacie responsibilities.
“I think I’d enjoy spending more time with you, Allie. Not to mention helping kick your douchebag husband out sounds rather delicious.” Taylor smiled. I could see where this appealed to her sort of bad girl side.
“Ok, hard to say ‘no’ to that. Plus there are rumors of quote-unquote ‘non-monetary compensation’ for those who help out,” I said playfully.
“That would make my day,” Taylor said happily.
“Thank you again for being a little patient with me this morning. I really, really liked it,” I said, honestly. I was still sort of amazed at how good I felt after a sex session during which I hadn’t been penetrated by anything more than a tongue.
“It was beyond my pleasure. I’m here for you in whatever way you need, Allie,” Taylor said.
I felt a surge of emotions. Reed and Lauren were critical allies, but I realized Taylor was rapidly becoming just as indispensable to me.
Taylor and I finished up our shower, dried off, and tiptoed back into the master bedroom. Lauren and Reed were still sleeping soundly, happily cuddled together. Two naked sex partners sleeping in my bed together, and another one I’d just showered with. My life had certainly gotten more interesting lately.
Taylor collected her clothes from where she’d discarded them earlier.
“I might pop home for a minute for a new pair of underwear. These feel like someone pissed in them. Kind of gross to put on after a shower,” Taylor whispered.
Since she’d stayed dressed for most of the morning’s sex, I could imagine they’d gotten soaked.
“You know, bad girls like us don’t necessarily need underwear,” I replied.
Taylor giggled softly. “I won’t wear any if you won’t,” she said quietly.
“Deal.”
We each got dressed quietly. I picked a navy blue yoga pants and sports bra combo. I liked feeling the thin material directly against my bare mound - even in the confines of my own home there was a certain thrill in going without underwear.
I lightly tugged Taylor’s arm and she quietly followed me into the hallway. I softly shut the door to the master behind us.
“I figured since they’re sleeping we can start in the guest bedroom. I’m going to have that be Garrison’s room moving forward. I tried to decorate it tastefully, which he won’t appreciate, so my plan is to take all that stuff down,” I explained.
“Sounds good, lead the way, boss,” Taylor said.
“Should I drop the thermostat a few degrees or are you comfortable?” I asked. Like me, Taylor had only bothered with her yoga pants and sports bra.
“I’m good. Not like I mind getting a little hot and sweaty with you, girl,” Taylor said.
“Ok, good. Wouldn’t want you to have to put your sweatshirt back on - I like this view,” I said. Oh my gosh, we were flirting now? I was flirting with a mom of all people. Life is strange.
The guest bedroom I was planning to assign to Garrison was one he already used frequently. It was at the opposite end of the second floor from the master, and also had a nice view out over the river as well as an ensuite bathroom. In many ways it was functionally a second master, just not quite as large as the real master and no multi-head shower. I thought about taking it and letting Garrison ‘keep’ the master, but the fact of the matter was he already rarely slept there. And I liked the fancy shower.
“Uh, we don’t have to clean that up, right?” Taylor asked, gesturing to several pairs of Garrison’s soiled underwear he’d left on the floor.
“Oh lord, no. I play good wife, but I don’t clean up after that,” I said. “We just want the artwork, other decorations and the lamps.”
Taylor started taking things down and I went to find a suitable box to carry it all in. My plan was to use that stuff to decorate the room I would share with Reed at the rental house he was buying with Kyle. The existing decor was ok, but I wasn’t sure if it would convey with the sale. I felt mine was nicer in any case.
I’d hemmed and hawed quite a bit about Reed’s offer to stay at the rental as much as I wanted. And if I did, sharing a room with him or having my own. Was I potentially just adding a second gilded cage to my life? I’d ultimately decided I didn’t think so. Reed was clever and aggressive but, at least around me, he wasn’t domineering. I remembered our agreement to be ‘all in’ on each other and see where things went. We weren’t really all in if we weren’t sharing a room when we stayed under one roof.
Besides, if Reed stepped out of line, I trusted Lexi and Kyle wouldn’t hesitate to intervene. That had already happened once.
I found a few plastic totes in the garage that were only one-third full of Garrison’s random gear. I transferred the items to other totes that were comparably inefficiently packed. I wondered at all the stupid stuff. Why did he need three dozen balaclavas? Ten pistol holsters? Several pairs of camo pants? A&M berets? A full set of tactical steak knives?
I shook my head. Some things defied explanation.
Back in the guest bedroom, Taylor had already taken down and gathered up most of the decor. We made short work of loading it into a tote.
“Where’s this stuff going?” Taylor asked once she’d snapped the plastic lid closed.
“Uh, garage I guess. I have a friend downtown who offered to let me stay at their place when I want,” I said.
“Is this friend currently asleep in your bed?” Taylor asked playfully.
“Possibly,” I admitted. Taylor gave me a curious look.
I carried the tote to the garage and Taylor carried the pair of lamps like they weighed nothing. That done, next up was removing Garrison’s stuff from the master bedroom. Lauren and Reed had just begun to stir when we re-entered.
“Got the moving started without me?” Reed asked, noting the empty containers I was carrying.
“Didn’t want to interrupt your beauty sleep,” I told him.
“Hmpf, am I still eligible for non-monetary benefits?” Reed asked.
“Such a one-track mind,” Lauren said and playfully smacked her bedfellow.
“Guess you’ll have to help out if you want to find out,” I said.
Reed quickly got out of bed and started getting dressed. Lauren followed suit, moving much more slowly after the intensity of the morning’s session.
“I’m going to run home and change, but I’ll enlist in the moving effort as well,” Lauren said as she slipped into her dress from the day before.
“Sounds good, just one rule,” I said and glanced at Taylor. She winked at me. In unison we pulled down our leggings and shook our asses at Lauren. “It’s a no panties day.”
Lauren giggled and gave each of us a firm smack on our bare butts. “You two really are cut from the same cloth. Very bad girls. See you in a few.”
Taylor and I grinned at each other. I certainly didn’t mind being lumped in with her. She didn’t seem to mind either.
The first order of business was moving the contents of Garrison’s closet to the one in the guest room.
“What’s with all the uniforms?” Reed asked as he gathered another set of clothes on hangers.
“It’s an Alpha thing. They seem to have a uniform for every occasion,” Taylor explained.
Reed just shook his head.
Once we’d moved all the hanging items, I asked Reed to handle clearing Garrison’s stuff out of the bathroom while Taylor and I began transferring the contents of his dresser.
“You know, if we just wait for Lauren to get back, we could probably just move the entire dresser versus having to transfer things,” Taylor pointed out.
“Good idea,” I said.
“Allie, I’m guessing these aren’t yours?” Reed asked, poking his head out of the bathroom. He was holding a bottle of ExtenZe pills.
“For fuck’s sake, I thought I had convinced him those were a scam,” I said, shaking my head. Taylor and Reed both laughed. Not for the first time, I wondered how I’d ended up married to such a moron.
Reed got back to packing up the bathroom while Taylor and I gathered up other random items of Garrison’s from around the room and moved them to the guest room.
We heard the front door open and Lauren appeared a minute later. She’d gone for a yoga pants and sports bra combo too, although hers was bright red. She looked extremely attractive in the practically skintight outfit.
“Panty check!” Taylor called out. Lauren rolled her eyes, but didn’t protest as the redhead stuck her hand down Lauren’s pants.
“Bad girl status confirmed,” Taylor said, withdrawing her hand.
“One of us!” I chanted, which got a grin out of Lauren.
“Only amongst trusted friends,” she said.
We explained the plan to move the dresser to Lauren and called Reed to help. It was relatively easy work for the four of us. As we moved carefully down the hall I watched Taylor’s muscles ripple under the weight of the piece of furniture. I had the idle thought that Taylor could really have her way with me if she was so inclined. That was an interesting idea.
“Do you want to move around the other furniture in the master?” Reed asked.
“Oh, that might not be a bad idea - give the room a totally new feel,” Taylor said.
“Yes, great idea!” I said excitedly.
We spent about the next 20 minutes rearranging my bedroom furniture. Reed wrapped up getting Garrison’s stuff out of the bathroom while the ladies and I discussed how to move things around. By the time we were done, it did almost feel like a new room. I thought that was perfect, like a fresh start.
“Ok, last thing is to pack up some of my clothes,” I said.
“What now?” Lauren asked, confused.
“Errr, I’m planning to stay downtown more,” I said awkwardly. Taylor and Lauren gave me odd looks. Both must have been wondering where.
“It’s ok, Allie. I appreciate your discretion, but I think I’ve gotten to know these two ladies well enough I’m ok with them having an idea of things,” Reed said. “I’m in the process of buying a place. I’m renting it right now so we figured might as well move Allie’s stuff in.” I noticed he omitted any mention of Kyle’s role out of respect for his friend’s desire to keep who knew about his wealth to a small inner circle.
“I feel like I’m missing something here. Why are you buying a place in Nashville if you have a job in Houston?” Taylor asked.
“So I don’t exactly work for a living these days,” Reed said. He gave a CliffsNotes version of his recently discovered wealth.
“Whoaaaa, ok. So when you and Kyle were talking about buying the club, that wasn’t actually for an investor - that was something you were considering investing in?” Lauren asked.
“Yep. You got it. Sorry for the cloak and dagger. It was still a very new thing a few weeks ago when we first met,” Reed said.
“No worries at all, completely understand. But I’m glad we’re at that level of trust now,” Lauren said.
“What club is this?” Taylor asked.
I smiled. Taylor was going to love this answer.
“The health club up the street that closed last year,” Lauren said, smiling. I imagined she and Taylor had spent plenty of time there together.
“Whoa, holy shit, really?” Taylor asked excitedly. “I loved that place. It was perfect because they had childcare onsite so I could get a good workout and not have to worry about Kacie. I met a lot of potential clients there as well.”
“Yeah, we realized there might be a sort of built in enthusiastic clientele,” Reed said.
“How did you even find out about it?” Taylor asked.
“Funny story, actually. Garrison offered to sell it to me as an investment property,” Reed said.
“Holy shit, how’d that shake out?” Taylor wanted to know.
Reed explained how he’d presented himself and his buddy Kyle as working for an investment company. In turn, Garrison had eagerly pitched the idea of buying the club, assuming the guys would want to tear it down and develop residential homes. He and Kyle had then had idea to flip the script and reopen the club since the teardown didn’t seem like it would be profitable. We had some good laughs reliving the dinner where the guys had gone over the idea with me, Lauren and the other four ladies.
We also passed on the information Kyle and Lexi had garnered: that it had been the Alphas who bought out the club’s previous owner. Taylor was, of course, just as mad as Lauren and I had been to find out it was the Alphas who had shut down the club.
“Well, assuming you do pull the trigger on it, sign me up to help in any way I can,” Taylor said.
“Will do,” Reed said. “At the very least we can have an agreement that you can do your personal training sessions there. I’m still very much learning the economics of owning a gym, but I’ll keep your skills in mind as I learn more.”
With yet more secrets shared, we made short work of packing up a portion of my stuff. I elected to take about two-thirds of my work clothes and a good chunk of the rest of my wardrobe to the rental house.
It was early afternoon by that point, and all four of us were starving. I began my program of offering non-monetary compensation by making lunch for my sidekicks - Greek salads with grilled chicken along with a side of pitas and hummus.
“So what time do you have to pick up Kacie?” Reed asked. He’d only gotten the briefest of tastes of Taylor that morning, and I suspected he was hoping for more.
Taylor looked at her phone and made a bit of a face. “In an hour or so. Guess I’ll have to take a rain check on any more non-monetary compensation for today.”
“I mean, I don’t see why. We have no loser husbands to worry about. It’s Saturday night - let’s have a little fun,” I suggested.
“Uh, no offense, but I’m not sure the type of fun y’all typically like to get into is appropriate for a four-year-old,” Taylor said.
“Hey! We’re not one-note. I had a ball with that little munchkin on our trip back from Baton Rouge,” I said.
“I adore Kacie, bring her! We’ll have a fun night,” Lauren added.
“Four-year-olds go to bed early too, right? We can engage in ... other activities once she’s asleep,” Reed pointed out. Typical.
Taylor chewed her lip for a moment, then nodded. “I like it. Just ... be careful. Mommy is already way too much of a potty mouth for Kacie’s good.”
“We’ll be on our best behavior. Anybody who isn’t up to standards can go stay in another room tonight when certain additional non-monetary compensation might be dispensed,” Lauren said, staring at Reed.
“Why do you assume I would have a problem with that?” Reed asked.
Lauren scoffed.
“You should get this, Lauren. You have to go on air and put on the fake TV smile regardless of how you’re feeling. It’s the same way for me in court. I have to sit there impassively while bloviating morons talk out of their ass. If I make the faces I want to, the judge will get on my case,” Reed said.
“Ooo, bloviating. I should text Lexi,” I teased.
“I’m really going to have to meet this Lexi gal at some point. She sounds like something else,” Taylor said.
“Right, so Reed boy will be on his best behavior. Let’s do this: Lauren, you need to return those lights we used yesterday to the studio. Take Reed boy to help you carry them. It cool if I put my stuff in your SUV so Taylor has space for Kacie’s things?” I asked.
Lauren nodded.
“Cool, then Taylor and I will go get whatever stuff she needs from home for Kacie to have an overnight with us, then pick up the little one from her playdate. We’ll meet downtown around four at Reed’s humble new abode. That work for everyone?” I confirmed.
“Have I told you you’re kinda hot when you take charge?” Taylor asked.
“The Bad Girls Club rides!” Lauren declared.
“Bad Girls Club?” Reed asked, eyebrow raised.
“That’s us, baby!” I declared. I really liked the name.
“Huh, alright,” Reed said.
“Reed boy, don’t you want to be a member?” I challenged.
“Uh, I’m not sure I meet the girl requirement,” he pointed out.
“It’s more of a euphemism,” I said. “We can’t really be bad girls if we don’t have a big dick to help us fulfill our dirty depraved desires now then, can we?”
Taylor and Lauren nodded excitedly at my words.
“Well then, I accept this honorary membership. To the BGC,” Reed said, raising his water glass.
“Nah, proper bad girls can have a shot at lunch. Especially on a Saturday. Fetch us the good stuff, Reed boy,” Taylor ordered. I grinned. She was getting into the spirit of things.
Reed laughed and shook his head. He dutifully dug out the bottle of fancy Patron and poured us each a shot. We toasted to The Bad Girls Club. I was curious where this would end, but was excited to find out.
Taylor and I spent about 15 minutes at Taylor’s house grabbing supplies so that she and Kacie could have an overnight. Once we’d finished that, we made the drive to a subdivision outside Hendersonville to collect Kacie from the house where she was on her playdate.
Taylor told me to just wait in the car. It would be easier than doing a round of introductions of her ‘friend’ to the parents of Kacie’s playmate.
“Auntie Allie!?” Kacie exclaimed excitedly once Taylor had gotten her daughter into the car seat and the girl had noticed I was in the passenger seat.
“Hello my favorite little K-girl,” I said affectionately, turning around in my seat. I’d seen Kacie several times over the previous week visiting Taylor. I was hoping she considered me a friend.
“Auntie Allie be friends with Kacie?” the little cutie asked.
“You bet, girl! Auntie Allie invited us to hang out at her cool house downtown. Would you like that? Only big girls are allowed. Ms. Lauren is coming too,” Taylor told her daughter.
“YAY! Ms. Lauren is my favorite! Do you think she will want to play with me? Maybe she will read me a story?” Kacie asked excitedly.
“I bet she will, but I bet you’re also sleepy after playing with Kimberly all day, aren’t you? You should rest so you have energy to play with Ms. Lauren and Auntie Allie,” Taylor suggested.
“Yeah, good idea Mommy. I’m sleepy,” Kacie said tiredly.
“Why don’t you have a nap while we drive to Auntie Allie and Ms. Lauren’s new house,” Taylor suggested as she put the car in gear.
Kacie just mumbled and closed her eyes, the rhythm of the moving vehicle soothing her. She was asleep in less than a minute.
“You’re, like, really good at momming,” I said under my breath.
“Years of practice,” Taylor said with a grin. “It was an easy sale too. She adores you after Baton Rouge, and Lauren is the closest thing she has to a second mom.”
I felt a gentle pressure in my midsection I wasn’t familiar with. Suddenly the idea of having a child sounded ... at least interesting to me...
“What’s her bedtime?” I asked quietly, glancing over my shoulder at the dozing Kacie.
“Eightish. Don’t worry, a half-hour nap now won’t mess with things. You’re still on schedule to dispense your non-monetary compensation as you see fit, ma’am,” Taylor said.
I blushed a little. “Uh, that’s not why I was asking,” I said.
Taylor glanced over at me, momentarily taking her eyes off the road. “Ohhhh, I see. You want to know how much more time you have with her tonight.”
“Sorry if that’s weird,” I said defensively.
“Oh gosh, never apologize for that,” Taylor said vehemently. “Kacie’s the most important thing in my world. But a close second are those who care for her and would make sure she’s taken care of if something were to happen to me.”
The roadmap into Taylor’s heart was pretty simple then. The question was, did I want to follow it?
“Hot damn, I guess your Reed boy has some serious money to buy this place,” Taylor said once the rental house came into view.
“Well like I told you, sentimental value,” I said. During our drive downtown I’d given Taylor the highlights of Reed and company’s first Nashville visit, including how the rental house had been a key setting.
“Not complaining. Maybe this can be the BGC clubhouse,” Taylor said and flashed a saucy grin in my direction.
We pulled to a stop in the driveway. To my surprise we appeared to have beaten Lauren and Reed there. Kacie woke up once the motion of the vehicle stopped. “Whoaaaa, big house,” she observed.
“Isn’t it?” Taylor said. “Big house for big girls.”
“Yes! Big girls like me!” Kacie declared.
“That’s my girl! Let’s get your stuff unpacked,” Taylor said.
“Stuff? We stay here tonight? Sleepover with Auntie Allie and Ms. Lauren?” Kacie asked excitedly.
“Yes, if you’re good and play nicely,” Taylor confirmed.
“Wooohooo!” Kacie called excitedly.
Taylor gave me a brief tutorial on Kacie’s car seat as she got her daughter out, then passed the tyke to me.
“Auntie Allie, could you give Kacie a tour while I get our stuff?” Taylor requested. I nodded and set Kacie down.
I held the little girl’s hand as we walked to the front door. Reed had texted us all the door code and I punched it in to open the front door.
“Auntie Allie! Your house so big!” exclaimed Kacie once we entered the rental as she looked around the large communal living room.
“Yes it is, K-girl, but this is a house for lots of friends to stay in, not just one family. Like on a vacation. Do you take vacations?” I asked in a gentle voice.
“No, Father says they’re frivluss,” Kacie replied.
“Well we’re having a mini-vacation tonight with some friends, does that sound fun?” I asked.
Kacie bobbed her head excitedly. I showed Kacie around the ground floor, and by the time we finished, Taylor had arrived in the lobby with their overnight bags.
“Do you want to pick out a room for tonight, sweetpea?” Taylor asked Kacie.
“I get to pick my room?” Kacie asked excitedly.
“Of course, those are the rules of a mini-vacation,” I said. “Want to come look at options?”
“Mincations are fun! Can we do more mincations, mommy?” Kacie demanded.
“Maybe, let’s see how you like it. Now let’s go find you a room with Auntie Allie,” Taylor said.
Kacie nodded and took my hand. I led her up the stairs. I assumed that Reed and I would reclaim our original first floor master from the prior trip. We’d want Kacie as far from that room as possible tonight.
The room that was actually the furthest away was the second master, but I thought of that as Lexi and Kyle’s room. Having Kacie in there felt weird. The room next door was one of the cozier rooms, though. With some subtle hints about it being perfect for ‘big girls’ from Taylor and me, Kacie claimed it as hers.
After an elaborate routine to ‘set up’ the room that involved deployment of a favorite blanket, several stuffed animals, and her special pillow, Kacie declared the room was perfect for her.
Once back downstairs, Taylor got Kacie situated at the kitchen island with a coloring book. I opened a bottle of Sancerre I’d brought and poured glasses for Taylor and me.
“This is much more wholesome than what I’ve previously seen this counter used for,” I commented drily as I handed Taylor her glass. I was thinking about the amount of cocaine consumed during our previous visit.
“You’re sure it’s ok she’s here, right?” Taylor asked quietly. “I don’t want to cramp your style.”
“It is. Partying is fun, but I think I prefer this,” I said. “Plus I understand if we’re going to be in, ummm, the same club, then I’m going to be getting used to having Kacie around.”
“I really want to kiss you right now, but not in front of her,” Taylor whispered in my ear. “Later, extensive non-monetary compensation.”
Taylor smiled at me hungrily and ran a hand over my ass, below the level of the countertop. Where Kacie couldn’t see.
Before we could get into any more trouble, we were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
Kacie scrambled off the stool she was on, and her tiny feet pounded the floor as she ran to the front door. Taylor and I exchanged an amused smile and followed.
“Ms. Lauren!” Kacie yelled happily once she spotted our blonde friend.
“Hello sweetheart,” Lauren said affectionately. She set down the bags she was carrying and swept Kacie up into a hug.
“Y’all stop to stock up?” I asked Reed. He was carrying a box I suspected contained alcohol.
“Yeah, figured we might as well start settling in and get stuff in case we decide to make dinner.”
“Nice, what’d you get to make?” I asked.
“Grilled cheese ingredients,” Reed said with disdain, as if that was sacrilegious.
“Kacie’s favorite,” Taylor explained. The choice must have been at Lauren’s behest.
Taylor and I picked up the groceries since Lauren was preoccupied holding Kacie, and we all moved to the kitchen. Kacie busily explained to Lauren how we were on a mincation with our friends and how she’d gotten to pick her own room.
“Speaking of friends, this is my friend Reed,” Lauren said, nodding towards Reed.
“Nice to meet you, Kacie,” Reed said awkwardly. It was obvious he wasn’t comfortable with small children. That didn’t surprise me. Although we’d never had any sort of conversation about it, Reed seemed like the sort of guy who would have no interest in kids.
Kacie eyed him warily. “Are you an alpha male?” she asked.
“Uhhh, what do you mean?” Reed stammered, obviously unsure how to handle this line of questioning.
Kacie smiled. “If you don’t know you aren’t. That means you’re safe.”
“Kacie, honey, what are you talking about?” Taylor asked. She was obviously both concerned and confused.