Outlaw Women

We Always Have a Good Time Pt. 1

Ashlyn’s POV:
I was sitting on the bus going through emails on my laptop and responding to ones that warranted one when my phone began buzzing on the table beside me. A smile tore at my face as Miranda’s face popped on my screen. I’d been meaning to call her for a few days now but something always came up or she never answered. Lifting the phone, I swiped the screen, accepting her facetime request. 

“Hey Rand.” I said, my voice portraying the happiness I felt to my soul. After Brantley and I’s confession of love a couple days ago, I have pretty much been floating on cloud nine. 

“Bout fucking time you answer the phone. I was just about to send the FBI looking for your ass.” said Miranda, giving me her best ‘I’m pissed’ face. I’d been on the receiving end of those looks so frequently over the years that they didn't even phase me at this point in my life and she knew it too.

“Sorry. Been busy.” I replied. “I have been meaning to call you though.” 

“Yeah, Yeah. I did hear that you've been more than just busy. From what I hear, it's more so along the lines of getting busy with a certain green eyed, inked covered, bad boy who just so happens to be on your clients tour.” said Miranda with a smirk on her face.

“It just kinda happened.” I said, not really wanting to go into our past. I knew everyone would find out eventually, but today wasnt the day to get into all that.

“Just kinda happened, my ass. You think I don't know about you two hooking up in Vegas? I knew that this was going to end up just like this when you told me Luke was on his tour.” said Miranda, making my jaw drop. “Oh this is gold. I can't believe that you thought I didn't know. Hell, Chase was the one who told me!”

“Wait! Chase knows too?” I asked.

“That's what I just said aint it?” said Miranda, looking at me as if I had grown two heads. “Now, I've got the time and you have all the juicy details. You gotta tell me what he thinks of your new jewelry.”

“Well, that’s one of the reasons I’ve been meaning to call you.” I said, feeling my skin blush just thinking about how much Brantley loved my piercing. It was literally a shiny toy for him to play with. And boy did he ever play with it.

“Earth to Ash!” I heard Mirand yelling, pulling me back to my phone conversation and away from my thoughts of all the ways that Brantley liked to play with my piercing.

“Shit, got lost in thought there.” I replied unapologetically.   

“I could tell. You were just before moaning.” said Miranda.

“What can I say? The man loves the piercing and god damn do I love him playing with it.” I said. 

“I hear ya. Now tell me. Is he hung like Caroline Bryan says he is?” Asked Miranda. 

“I mean I don't know what Caroline Bryan is saying or why she would even know what is in his pants, but I will say this. He’s got about 11 inches in length and about two inches in girth on Blake” I said, causing Miranda to scream with laughter. 

“Holy hell. I mean, newborn babies have a bigger pecker than Blake but my god. How the hell are you even still walking?” said Miranda when she was finally able to pull herself together. 

“I wonder about that one some days myself.” I said smiling like the cheshire cat as I thought about how delishly sore I had been when I woke up this morning. 

“When do you get some time off. I’m sure that coochie needs some recovery time by now.” Said Miranda.

“Brantley has a show in Nashville tonight and then we have a couple weeks off.” I said, rolling my eyes at her crude comment.