Halloween For Six: A Lots of Friends To Lovers Romance, page 11
He pops the can open, pecking my lips as he hands it to me. “Wasn’t that my wedding vow? To love, honor, and get you wet?”
“Take notes, Beau.” Blair accepts a beer from Silas, too. “We’re putting that in our vows.”
“Gotcha, kitten,” he replies.
“When’s the big day?”
“Valentine’s at The Mercier. Your invitations are in the mail.” Blair flutters her feet. “I’m so excited. That’s where it all started. Well, between me and Beau. He and Colt have been in love since high school.”
“Bullshit,” Beau laughs. He secures his rod before accepting a beer from Silas, too. “You and me started in college the day you sent a fantasy football stroker to my dorm.”
“Like a masturbator?” Silas pops his can last. Even drinking beer on a boat, he has manners. “Like the one Luca used on Daniel last night?”
“Yeah.” Beau takes a gulp. I’m chugging my beer, too. “But this was a football on the outside and a fake pussy on the inside. I got so much shit from my roommates and team, and then—”
“Then I sent football strokers to his teammates, too,” Blair adds. “All with Alabama thank you notes from Beau.”
Beau laughs, “The joke was on you. I’ve never seen a locker room so full of happy men. It became my stroke of genius.”
They tell us more stories about their college pranks, making us laugh, which makes me pop off impressive beer burps.
Yeah, Beau’s eyes widen that a little thing like me can belch like a trucker.
If only it were an Olympic sport. I’d finally be an athlete. In that, or sex.
After our one and only round, the guys return to their rods.
Me? I’d rather them play with the rods in their pants than the ones with tack and bait because it makes me anxious.
Silas keeps casting and reeling, casting and reeling. His rhythm, with its zzzzzz and click-click-click, makes me fear the inevitable.
Soon, he’ll catch a shiny little monster. It’ll be on the boat, flopping and staring straight into my soul like Murderer and Fuck you and your tartar sauce. And its eyes won’t blink, its scales all slimy, getting closer to me and—
Eily Van de May, stop freaking out! You’re a grown woman, bigger than any fish.
Wait.
No, I’m not.
Have you seen a swordfish? A tarpon? Have you ever stared down a giant catfish? With their creepy, thick whiskers?
Yeah! See? They’re demon creatures!
Distract yourself. Distract yourself. Don’t pee your shorts.
“So, uh, who were your favorites at Delta’s? Like your loyal customers? Other than us?”
I hope the anxiety in my voice doesn’t make Blair uneasy. I hope I don’t sound like a nervous ninny, though I am. Fearfully, my eyes dart to the tip of Silas’s fishing pole.
Is it bending? Does anyone else hear the JAWS theme music?
“Oh,” Blair says, “you want to know about the third floor? About the black door?”
Stop the panic attack.
Blair’s onto me.
“Uh, I mean...” I pick at my indigo nail polish. “Any floor. Any door. I just like the stories and—”
Blair nudges my foot. “It’s okay. I honestly don’t know. That room used to be where customers could privately shop our online store for larger purchases. Stacey made demonstration videos they could watch, too. She and her husbands loved making them. But right before I left and moved to Atlanta, she—”
“She what?”
Great.
Silas is eavesdropping.
My sweet, sexy husband can’t mind his business from five feet away.
“She moved all the furniture out and locked the door,” Blair tells him. “And it’s a big, beautiful space, the former owner’s bedroom with a private view to the back courtyard. It’s a waste to be empty, so yeah, she definitely put something in there.”
“You mean someone in there.” Silas winds his reel up … and me. “That’s where Eily met her villain.”
“Okay,” I huff. “We vowed to love, honor, and, yes, you always make me wet, but that doesn’t mean you can read my mind. Silas, that’s just freaky.”
He laughs, getting ready to cast again. “Baby girl, never work for the CIA. That was too easy.”
“Is he right?” Blair wonders. “Did you meet some strange guy at Delta’s? In that room?”
“Sorta, but I didn’t see inside it. I just figured if Stacey can trust him, I can.” Blair nods. She agrees with me. To her, I’m a kindred, kinky spirit. “I mean, this guy looks evil but in a hot way. So, I asked him to sneak over and scare us. You know … to spook us. But he said he was busy until tomorrow. So, I don’t know who is—”
Like a giant sea squid lurking in the dark water behind me, its long tentacles suddenly emerging from the depths, something wet flops, landing in my ponytail.
It’s dripping. It’s salty. It’s…
Squirming!
“SIIILLLAAASSS!!!”
I jump up. Suddenly, my body knows every cultural dance. Suddenly, Mariah Carey is in my throat. “Eeeek! Eeeek!” I’m whistling screams in double E. Suddenly, my hands can snatch out every long hair attached to my skull.
“The devil’s in my hair! The devil’s in my hair!” I tug at my rainbow scrunchie. I speak in tongues. “Cast ye out, demon! Cast ye out!”
Finally, being a preacher’s daughter comes in handy.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Silas rushes my way. “It’s my worm. A fishing worm. Settle down.”
A worm?
In my hair?
Settle down?
No, fuck this! I can scream louder. The entire marina can hear my distress call. I’m cracking glass everywhere.
Sorry about your windshield.
“Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!” I wiggle and jiggle like I got a feeling in Flashdance. I’m a retro fan, but I fucking hate this!
“Silas, kill it! Kill it! Die, fucker, die!”
He laughs, trying to hold me. “Be still, and I’ll get it.”
“I can’t be still! It’s gonna crawl in my ear and infect my brain! I’ll start craving manure, laying eggs, and having dirt dreams!”
“You already have dirty dreams.” He laughs, hooking his arm around my waist, lifting my kicking feet off the fiberglass. “Hold still, and I’ll find it. Ouch! Quit kicking my shins.”
I slam my eyes shut.
“What do you mean, FIND it?”
I can’t watch. This is death by invertebrates. And death by embarrassment. I told you this would happen.
“You got thick brown hair to your waist.” He lifts my strands. “It blends in. Just a second.”
“Oh, Lord,” I pray. “I’m so sorry I’m a happy slut. I promise I’ll go back to being a miserable prude. I’ll never fuck again if you help my husband find this heathen worm.”
Silas’s chest shakes, laughing against mine, his fingers searching my hair.
“How did this happen?”
I hear Blair ask what I’ll be putting in the police report, too.
“Aw, I didn’t hook my worm on right.” Silas holds me tight, and I can almost endure this. “When I cast, it flew into her hair.”
I cry against his chest. “Silas, I’m gonna pee then die if you don’t find it.”
“You ain’t dying on me,” he says. “But you can pee on me.”
I mutter, “That’s not my kink.”
“No,” he says, kissing my forehead. “But that’s our love. I got you, baby girl. Hang on.”
I soften a bit, lowering my freak level to DEFCON 3. I’m always safe with Silas as he lifts the back panel of my hair, combing his fingers through. “There’s the little rascal.”
“Get it out! Get it out!”
With a flutter through my strands, Silas frees his hand and the worm.
Of course, it starts squirming by our feet, and I scream a lot … and maybe pee a little.
“What do we got here?”
A baritone voice drawls, deep and Southern like ours. It turns my terrified stare to find Colton Hawke standing on the dock in his black joggers, a fitted white tank, his hair in a knot, and lots of sexy ink, with his overnight bag slung over his hulking shoulder.
“Just a little excitement.” Beau reaches out, taking his other fiancé’s bag. Plopping it down in the boat, he reaches for Colton’s massive hand next. It’s just to steady his jump down into our boat.
“What’s the ruckus?” Colton lands. “I heard someone cursing bloody murder and worms from the parking lot.”
“Sorry,” I mutter. “That was me.”
He greets me, then Silas, and then he kisses Beau and Blair while Silas scoops me up.
Cradled in his arms, he brushes his lips over my ear. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You okay?”
“No,” I pout because I can.
“Are you gonna pee on me now?”
“No.”
“I was kinda hoping you would. Not like to be kinky. But like trusting me with your body because I’m gonna be there with you, Eily, catching our baby. I won’t be one of those men who freak out about birth and pass out. I can’t wait to share everything with you.”
I rest my head against his bare chest, closing my eyes, feeling his heartbeat and wishing for it, too.
I sigh. “I’ll always trust you, but you better slay that vile little creature, or I’ll kill you, too.”
“I will.” He kisses my strands. “I’ll eat the worm for you.”
“Eww! No, you won’t!”
“Yeah, I will.”
He sets me down on the padded bench before plucking the wriggling beast from the boot deck, lifting it to his full lips.
“Silas, don’t!”
He lets it dangle over his mouth before grinning and tossing it overboard.
And that right there, folks, is why I love Silas Van de May. He loves me, saves me, teases me in all the right ways, and the cute gross ones, too.
“Phew.” I slump. “If you had eaten that nasty worm, I’d never kiss you again.”
He falls over me, bracing his arms by my side, laughing, “You saying you don’t love me and my little worms?”
“Your worm is not little, and they’re tadpoles.”
“No, they’re yours. Now, give us a kiss.”
He’s got me there. Hell, he’s got me everywhere.
I pucker tight, providing minimal lip-to-lip contact, still mad about my mortification, but he goes for it, taking my full kiss.
Will I forgive him? Maybe. Does he love me like a scandalous prince? Thank you, Jesus.
We turn to our new guest and tell him what happened, and Colton quickly fits right in.
I give up my seat on the bench and stand with Silas at the helm so Colton can nestle between Beau and Blair on the ride back to Indigo Island.
They catch up, congratulating him on winning the game last night.
But after a few minutes, Colton draws back, suspicious, eyeing Beau’s neck. Then, he lifts Beau’s gray T-shirt, inspecting his torso.
“What the fuck?” Colton laughs. “Did y’all have an orgy with leeches last night?”
“No.” Blair wraps her legs around his. “We played Love Bites.”
Whoops!
I almost forgot.
Glancing down at my thighs, I can’t see my neck, and I don’t need to lift my shirt like Beau to admire how I’m covered in hickeys, too.
“Love bites, huh?” Colton nods. “Just how did that work?”
We can hear his voice booming over the boat’s engine. Besides, Silas is going slow. It’s a no-wake zone.
“Luca was Dracula, and Beau, Eily, and Daniel were our blood dolls,” Blair tells the story. “The rest of us were vampires. We tied them down and fed on them with this red oral gel. It was so hot. I took the biggest bite of Beau while others just nibbled on him.”
“Nibbled?”
“Nibbled,” Beau assures Colton. “We said we’re not crossing some boundaries.”
“Yeah, but did you get to bite Daniel Pierce?”
“Oh!” I love it. “Are you hot for Daniel?”
Colton proudly admits, “Who the hell isn’t? He gave me my first wet dream. And my second, third, and fourth.”
“Same.” Beau slings his arm around Colton, joking, “Wet dreams and balls were one of the many things we bonded over.”
I sigh, “I wish women could orgasm in their sleep.”
“We can.” Blair piques my interest.
“How?”
“Baby girl,” Silas calls out, “I make you come all day, and now you want to do it in your sleep? You’re gonna wear that kitty out.”
“Speaking of wearing things out.” Colton salutes me. “I gotta thank you for that video you made of my finacés on their first night. I don’t know what cleaned my pipe more: my woman licking another woman’s nipples or my man getting a handjob from a superhero. I enjoyed it several times.”
“You’re welcome,” I chirp. “I love making deposits in my friends’ spank banks.”
Colton laughs while Beau grins from ear to ear. “Damn, Silas,” he boasts. “I swear we’ll be married to the same woman.”
Blair blows me a kiss. I catch it and smack it against my kitty. “Backatcha, bitch.”
We make the guys shake their heads, chuckling before Colton wonders, “So, what’s tonight’s game?”
“I don’t know what the trick is, but it’s Stacey’s turn.” I bounce my brows. “Expect to get your freaky spook and spooky freak on.”
CHAPTER TEN
CHARLIE
Holy, see through to the promised penis land.
Who needs a private dressing room when you’ve slept with everyone in the tent?
I’m not shy. Not with the six of us.
Eily zips Cade’s white lace bustier in the back, so Cade returns the favor.
Daniel, Redix, and Silas tug on sheer white men’s briefs.
I never knew they made them, and…
Holy, see through to the promised penis land.
Those sheer white briefs lift and contour masculine asses while showcasing their generous packages, front and center, barely veiled by silky fabric held up by a thick, boxer-like waistband.
Forecast for tonight: A storm of Ds is coming.
“Damn,” Silas admires himself in the gold-framed floor mirror, shaking his marble ass. I grin. Like his rear can jiggle. But I sure feel the earth move to the big show in the front.
“I’m buying a dozen of these from Stacey,” he says. “I can get into this.”
“You can get into them,”—Redix approaches, cupping Silas’s ass—“so we can rip you out of them.”
“Hell, nah,” Silas scoffs. “These are a hundred dollars a pair. Stacey went all out on our angel attire. You ain’t ripping it.”
“It’s Fleur du Mal.” Eily admires Cade’s thong, lingering her fingertip over it. “These gold chain V strings are like a hundred, too, and all it is is a white silk triangle, a string, and a tiny chain in our butt crack.”
Redix shakes his head. “I don’t know why you women do it. Walking around with a string in your ass.”
“They prevent panty lines,” Cade explains. “And they’re sexy.”
“How sexy can they be when they’ve been in your butt all day?”
“You never complain when you’re in my butt. And you sure like it when we’re in yours.”
His eyes flash. “Game point for my wife.”
“Don’t they itch?” Silas asks. “And smell? Hell, I’d burn my boxers if they were melting like cheese between my cheeks all day.”
Eily shrugs. “Honestly, I do prefer panties or boy shorts.”
Silas plops down on the bed, yanking her onto his lap. “Who are you fooling? You never wear drawers.”
Eily pokes his nose. “What’s the point? You’re always taking them off.”
Daniel stares down at his pair, admiring his cock covered in transparent silky threads.
His muscular, ripped thighs. His dark trimmed patch. His meaty cock, draped semi-hard and snug over his balls. I admire it, too, feeling my kitty lick her wet lips.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he declares. “These sure make my Christ and his two apostles look good. It’s perfect for tonight—for angels and demons.”
“Stacey’s the queen of this.” Cade lifts the girls higher in her bustier. “Leave it to her to plan a Sexorcism trick night.”
Eily sighs, “I think it’s sweet how Luca gave his turn to be a treat to Colton.”
“He can only stay for two nights,” Silas explains. “Colton has to go back to practice. It’s good he gets to enjoy this. Sure hope we don’t scare him, though.”
Redix wraps around Cade, hugging her waist. We’re all in the handsy spirit. “Ain’t that the point this week? Terror and temptation?”
“Speaking of…” Daniel aims my way.
I’ve tried to fade into the background, knowing they’re curious.
“What’s under your robe?” Daniel wonders, tugging at its silky rope.
I swat his hand. “It’s a surprise.”
A surprise that has my clit tingling to this kinky outfit. I’m slick with anticipation.
“You, Colton, and Mateo,” Cade says. “The dirty devils we angels have to save tonight. I’m jealous.”
My brows shoot up. “You had your trick night. The first night, remember?”
“Masturbation doesn’t count.”
“Eh, yeah, it does,” Eily disagrees with Cade. “I do it all the time, but you got to do it with sixteen people watching you. Looking all cowgirl sexy and hot, fucking your hand. Then we all got off, too.”
“Shit,” Redix mutters. “I’m ready to get off now.”
Me, too.
Tonight is going to be delightfully depraved. I can’t believe what I’ve requested.
Hang on.
I lied.
I can believe it.
I trust everyone here. I desire them, too, and I’m in a wicked mood.
Something has gotten into me. Like a spicy spell. An erotic potion. A salacious spirit swimming through my veins.
I need to get my Halloween freak on.
Stacey had us draw from the cauldron early, so she’d know who the treats would be in advance. I drew a black kiss. Then Mateo. Then Luca, who paused before handing his to Colton.
