Halloween For Six: A Lots of Friends To Lovers Romance, page 15
He finally grins. “Oh, I blew, alright. For Luca. For you lot next.”
Yeah, he did.
That vampire night, it was like once Luca helped Daniel let go, Daniel couldn’t stop. While I took his ass, taunting his ear, “Come on. Give us more. Show us how you love us,” Charlie, Cade, and Eily knelt before him. Then Redix took him while Daniel took Charlie.
Not a drop of stress was left in him once we were done.
And if I thought the Love Bites night was hot?
Our sexorcism last night?
We cast out every demon until two a.m. Then we showered in pairs and groups, all scurrying under umbrellas, back to our tents, tugging our partners into cuddles under covers before the smell of a late brunch awoke us.
That and Redix’s mouth.
Our women were gone, so we men shared our special way of waking each other up.
Nothing like blow jobs before breakfast.
“Damn, I’m sore.” Redix rubs his junk. “I may need y’all to kiss it again and make it better.”
“Charlie sure kissed it last night. She made lots of men better.”
It doesn’t offend Daniel, me talking about his wife. He knows I love her. He knows Charlie went from being my babysitter to my best friend to our group’s “Queen of the Cumshot” as my beautiful wife has anointed her.
He knows, all hot sex aside, I can’t live without my wife, and I sure love living with my partners, too.
Daniel smiles, stirring his shovel through the mud. I wasn’t joking about the snakes, but none slither out. We’re clear.
“Gawd blimey,” he says. “I’ve never seen Charlie like that. It’s like she couldn’t get enough. She kept moaning for more. Fuck, she was beautiful. So beautiful, finally taking what she wants.”
“All our women need a gangbang from time to time.” Redix rakes the grass around the hole. “I guess it’s Cade’s turn tonight, then Eily’s.”
“Touch Eily’s pussy, and I’ll cream your corn.”
Redix hits me with a smirk. “Promise?”
My nostrils flare. “I’m fucking serious.”
“You’re fucking aggro, and it’s adorable.” Daniel sloshes out of the mud pit. Sludge drips from his navy shorts, clinging to his ripped thighs. “You’ll make a great dad one day.”
I let go of the nozzle, watching muddy bubbles pop over the murky pool, thoughts of fun escaping me. I’ve been needing to talk to them about this.
“But when will I be a dad?” I ask. “We’ve been trying for a while, and what if it’s me? What if I’m shooting blanks and can’t get Eily pregnant?”
Daniel shrugs. “Did you get your swimmers tested?”
“I’d be willing to. But then, what if it’s not me? That’ll only break Eily’s heart, and I’ll die before I do that.”
“Look.” Redix cups my cheek. Fuck, it melts me every time. “Give it a couple more months, and if nothing happens, go to the doctor together, and if there’s a problem, we’ll help. Hell, we got extra eggs and swimmers if you need ‘em.”
“We ain’t there yet.”
“Well, y’all ain’t alone, either … no matter where you are.” Sincerity drops his voice; his scruffy lips kiss mine. “You know I love you. We love you. We’re always here for you.”
I cast my stare over his shoulder to the tidal marsh behind him. To the spot where I usually see a pod of dolphins. And there they are, their fins cresting, working together like a family, corralling baitfish.
“Huh,” I share. “Last month, Eily told me about a dream she had. She said we were here, and she was in a birthing tub on our porch. Cade and Charlie were coaching her, wiping her brow, and I was in the tub with her, holding her legs back, encouraging her, like telling her to push. And y’all were taking care of your kids. She said you answered their questions while they watched our baby being born. She said it was so real.”
I sigh, “She said we had a boy, and we named him Indi for indigo.”
Sniff.
Sniff.
Ahem.
“Dude?” Redix glances away while I ask, “Are you crying?”
“Yeah, man.” He turns back, grinning with tears in his eyes. “That’s sweet as shit. That’s my fucking dream, too.”
“Mine, as well.” Daniel stabs the shovel into the ground before matching Redix, reaching for my other shoulder. “I dream of living here with our families. I want to raise our children together. This feels like home. The six of us feel like home.”
“Yeah.” Redix jerks his chin. “You got a few acres you can spare?”
“Acres? I got two houses I’m gonna build for you.”
They blink. They stare. They look at each other before Daniel grips me harder.
“Bloody hell, are you serious? We can do it? We can make our homes here, too?”
“I was gonna surprise you.” I grin. “Then I figured your wives would get ill as hornets if they don’t get to design your homes, but yeah, I already got the land staked out.”
“Speaking of wives.” Redix trumpets, “Here they come!”
Come?
No.
They’re racing. They’re Formula 1 drivers in golf carts, cursing and squealing as they try to run each other off the sandy road.
“You bitch!” Eily laughs, swerving when Charlie tries muscling her off the path.
So, Eily, with Cade in her passenger seat, muscles back, aiming for Charlie’s cart.
I swear, my wife has no fear. She’s why I have a First Aid Kit that would impress an EMT.
But Charlie has training. Racing with Stacey in her passenger seat, she hits her brakes, slowing, and about to nudge the back left corner of Eily’s cart when Cade shouts, “It’s a pit maneuver! Break!”
Eily trusts Cade’s training, too. They screech to a halt, avoiding Charlie’s tactic, laughing as they flip her and Stacey off.
Damn, the laws of physics mean nothing to them.
Why be careful when you can scare the shit out of your husbands?
“If y’all fuck up my golf carts!” I shout, “I’ll—”
Eily tilts her head, putting my way. “You’ll what?”
Like I can ever be mad at her. “I’ll buy you more carts with matching helmets.”
She bounces closer. “I want a rainbow cart with a matching mohawk helmet.”
I’m sure they exist. I’m sure I’ll buy her one. And I’m sure if they don’t … my cute wife will make one.
She stomps the brake pedal, flips the key, and turns off the cart. So does Charlie. They jump out and march our way.
“Aw, shit,” Redix mutters. “Who kissed the hot hornets’ nest?”
Our women look so fiery with Stacey in tow, they don’t even notice our mud pit, waiting for some wrestling fun. Visions of muddy bikinis and briefs fill my head, and yep, my banana stirs.
“So, we just got some intel on our villain.” Shit. But it sounds like Cade’s in Sergeant mode. “Stacey,” she nudges her arm, “tell them what you told us.”
“I already told you I don’t know his name.”
“But tell the guys what you told us about him. Like, the other part.”
So, this is why the women disappeared this morning? They’re getting to the bottom of our villainous threat.
Stacey shrugs. “I signed an NDA with him. My entire staff did. I’m not supposed to say anything.”
“But this is about our safety.” Charlie lifts her sunglasses. Damn, her cheeks glow after getting royally fucked last night. I lost count after five cocks. I’m so proud of her. “Just tell the guys so we’re all up to speed because this is some freaky shit.”
“Freaky shit?” I ask. “Good freaky or bad freaky?”
“Is there a difference?” Redix lifts his arm off me, quickly pulling Cade into a hug. It looks like she’s in killer mode, so he jokes around, “Because any freaky is fun to me.”
“Uh, yeah, there’s a difference.” Charlie’s fists land on her hips. “Good freaky is fucking us. Bad freaky is fucking with us.”
“And?” Daniel cocks a brow. “What does this bloke want? He’s been watching us fuck for days.”
“That’s just it,” Charlie answers. “He hasn’t been watching us. It wasn’t him.”
“What?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SILAS
“He’s a sweet savage.”
Now, I’m getting pissed.
Who the fuck did Eily invite to our island? And I swear to god, if he betrays my wife’s trust, I’ll chain a cinder block to his ankle and send him swimming. It won’t be the first time I’ve done it.
Ask Charlie.
“Okay.” Stacey lifts her palms. “Don’t freak out, but I don’t think this man has been here. At least, not yet. He flies to New York the first half of every week. He’s not back in Charleston until Thursdays.”
“How do you know?”
I’m interrogating now. I’m not fucking around when it comes to my island, my partners, my wife.
Stacey rolls her eyes like it’s painful to reveal this, but she’s loyal to our group. “He’s a lawyer, okay? Like, by day. He has a practice in Charleston and one in New York.”
“So, if he’s a lawyer, why don’t you know his name? It doesn’t make sense.”
Redix is with me now. He’s sounding pissed, too.
“Oh, I can tell you his pseudo name,” Stacey answers. “It’s Michael Cummings.”
“Cummings?” I’m shocked. “Like from the law firm on Meeting Street? We’ve closed real estate deals with his firm. Hell, he handled the closing on this island. But, I never met him, only his partners.”
Cade jumps in. “No one’s met him. Or at least, only a few have. He’s an enigma. Few know his face, but all know not to fuck with Michael Cummings.”
“Can y’all just give me some points?” Eily laughs. “My villain is Cummings. I swear that pun just keeps on giving.”
I brush past it.
Usually, Eily makes me laugh. She is punny.
But this?
I don’t like it.
This is our island. This is our home. This is everyone I love, and I have a loaded Remington with an itchy muzzle and a pile of concrete blocks and chains if someone doesn’t tell me what the fuck is going on.
“So, who is he then? And if he hasn’t been here,” I press, “then who the hell has?”
Stacey sighs, “I can’t share his real identity. That’s where the NDAs come in. He rents the room on the third floor of Delta’s from me. He uses it for meetings.”
“Meetings with who?”
I knew it. I knew something, more like someone, was behind that black door.
“I’m not allowed to say,” Stacey answers. “But…” She shakes her head as if she’s torn between helping us and betraying him. “I can tell you no one’s getting hurt. Well, not good people. He’s meeting with them. He’s hiding another life. His lawyer gig is a cover.”
“He’s using a sex store as a cover?” Daniel grumbles. “A cover for what?”
Yep, even our gentlemanly Brit is fuming.
Sure, we love our women. We trust them. We support them. Hell, they’re usually in charge because they look so goddamn sexy being right all the time.
While me?
I feel too damn protective over Eily, over the future we dream about, to risk it for some Halloween fun that may backfire.
“He’s mafia.” Cade pops off.
Like it’s no big deal.
Like it’s what’s on the dinner menu.
Organized crime with Uzis.
Please pass the salt.
“Bullshit,” Redix scoffs. “There’s no mafia in Charleston. It’s too fucking hot and humid for gangsters.”
“Bless your heart.” Charlie’s amused. To the point of murder. “Call them mafia. Call them savages in seersucker suits. Whatever. But Michael Cummings is a front for organized crime.”
Eily muses. “Then what’s disorganized crime? Like messy criminals? They leave cookie crumbs at the crime scene?”
Okay. I gotta laugh at that. “Baby girl, get serious. You’ve invited a gangster to haunt us, and now, it ain’t even him sneaking up on our sex.”
“But don’t you see?” Eily’s eyes get big. “It is him. I found someone so organized that he’s fooled us. And his fake last name is Cummings, so I insist on points for that.”
Cade twists her lips. “It could be him.” She’s sold on the possibility. “Cummings could’ve made an exception and not flown to New York. Maybe he gets off on scaring us.”
“Hang on.” My head is spinning. I went from organized mud wrestling to organized crime on my island. And it ain’t even noon. “So you’re saying that we know him? Well, his fake name and his law firm?” The women nod. “Then call him. Ask him if he’s been here this week.”
Flirty glances dart. Top teeth bite sexy lips. Four hot women scope each other, but no one will break their pact.
I swear. They’re the sisterhood of the traveling wet panties.
They won’t rat each other out.
So, I gotta play it.
Rarely, I do.
I save it for times like this. Times when being a man is necessary. Patriarchy has its privileges—lots of them.
“Eiiilllyyy.”
I level my stare at my wife, playing my HUSBAND card. My king card.
“Yes, Silas.”
She bats her lashes, holding the WIFE card. It’s the ace. It’s my heart in her hand.
“Have you called Cummings?” She snorts. That pun is her favorite. “I’m serious. Tell me. Did you call him, and what did he say?”
After four skipping steps, she wraps her arms around my neck. Craning her petal lips for my kiss. Giving me that bewitching look that convinces me to buy dildos for her in every color. Or to eat spinach because it’s good for my sperm.
I’d drink lava for her.
She knows.
But she’d never hurt me.
Now, drive me crazy? In the cutest damn way? Welcome to Eilyville. Yes, you’d want to live here, too.
“My sweet, sexy husband.” She pecks my lips. More like I can’t resist leaning down to kiss her even though I’m being played like a royal flush. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”
“Eiillllyyy.”
“How you have the biggest cock ever?”
“Eillllyyy.”
“How horses are jealous?”
“Do you want a spanking?”
She beams. “Yes, daddy.”
I raise a brow.
“Fine,” she sighs, “I have called Cummings,” then giggles again.
Dammit, she loves that word.
“And?”
“And…” She kisses my neck, gently biting it, too. It makes me squeeze her tighter, feeling the raging storm of passion and protection she has stirred inside me ever since I met her. “And you’re too sexy to get mad at me.” She grinds on me, raising my dick like an Eilyville flag.
“I won’t get mad if you tell me.” Caressing her hair, I say sweetly, “Now, goddammit.”
“And he didn’t answer.” She winces. “Not my text or call, and not Stacey’s.”
“He’s gone radio silent,” Cade adds.
But I don’t break my stare, lost in my wife’s jade eyes. I find my dreams here every time.
I really can’t get mad at her.
Under all the spritely fun and naughty antics, Eily has an old soul. She’s been through enough, and that’s what I love most about her. Despite what she’s survived, Eily chooses joy.
And she loves sharing it.
Lots of it.
All the goddamn time.
“So, it could be Cummings who’s been here?” I nuzzle my forehead to hers. I know she did this for our friends, for our Halloween party. She just got carried away. “He can just be a good mobster, scaring us for fun?”
“Yep!” Eily blurts. “So, don’t worry. I promise. He’s a sweet savage.”
“Or,” Redix taunts, “it’s not Cummings, and we really are haunted.”
“Like Charlie was last night. A haint possessed her.” Charlie whips her stare at Cade, who shrugs. “What? Was that a secret?”
Daniel’s tone drops. “Charlie, what does she mean you were possessed?”
Whoops.
That took a hard right turn.
Is Daniel aroused or pissed? Tough call. His accent is so rich and seductive when he leaves voicemails … people save them for solo pleasure.
“I’m sorry,” Cade stresses, solely focused on Charlie. “I didn’t know it was a secret.”
“Charlie? Are you keeping a bloody secret? From me?”
Yep. Daniel’s pissed.
Nothing’s lost in translation now.
“It’s not a secret,” Charlie sighs. “We were just having girl talk.”
“Yeah, we had Lip Love in the hot tub,” Eily adds. “We do it all the time. We talk about your dicks and how much we love them.” We’re silent. “I mean, we don’t use you for your dicks. We really love you too. All you guys.” She squirms. “Didn’t you know?”
I did.
I overhear Eily on the phone all the time. And I gotta admit … hearing how I have a “donkey dick” makes my day.
But Daniel gives that wolf look again, and it’s legit. He’s mad. It masks his pain, fearing Charlie is keeping secrets from him. Which she never would. I know her. She’d kill for him. Again.
“It was just us gossiping.” Cade jumps to Charlie’s rescue. “We always debrief after a good dicking down.”
“Yeah,” Eily rescues Charlie, too. “It’s like a five-star review of our fucks. Oh, we should start doing that! We should start journals. Oh, and scrapbooks, too. I can do some character drawings of us and…”
She trails off because Daniel locks his glare on Charlie.
“Which was it?” he fumes. “Was it girl talk, or were you possessed? Because I’ve never seen you like that. Is that not what you wanted from the men last night?”
Ah, that’s where this is coming from.
Daniel loves Charlie so damn much. It takes the greatest trust for a man to share his wife like that. To fulfill her fantasy. To give her what she wants, if it’s what she wants.
