Halloween For Six: A Lots of Friends To Lovers Romance, page 5
“So I lost my groove?”
“Whoops!” He laughs, tossing his granite chin up. “I just stepped in a cowpaddy.”
Silently, my glare replies.
He licks his bottom lip. It shines as his blue eyes tease. “Damn, woman. Your fury gets my fish stick hard.”
“Redix!”
“Candy Cade!”
“Have you got a death wish?” I narrow my gaze. “Never, ever, reference fish and pussy in the same breath. And don’t tell a woman who gave birth ten months ago that she lost her groove, or you’ll lose your balls, too.”
He wraps his legs around my thighs, making me fall into his waiting arms. Arms wrapped in shredded muscles, so it’s damn hard getting mad at him.
“I’m saying…” He lifts my chin, my lips to his. “Beautiful women like you, ones who give birth or take care of kids or just put up with dumbass men like me, deserve to let us give back some of the joy you’ve given us.”
His kiss is tender, familiar, and teasing.
“Smart answer.” I love it, nipping his lip.
“Honest answer,” he says. “I love watching you have fun.”
“So you’re okay if we’re inclusive? If the six of us have more lovers this week?”
“Only this week,” he clarifies. “I like the Garden Party poly stuff. When it’s only a few times a year, but the rest of the time, it’s just us. That’s what we agreed to unless someone changes their mind.”
“Silas may change his mind—at least about Eily. He really wants to get her pregnant.”
Redix brushes my bangs back, sweetly studying my face like it’s the first time he’s seen it. Not like he hasn’t been the love of my life since we were ten.
“Silas loves Eily like I love you. Always and no matter what,” he answers. “So, we’ll be careful with her this week. I think he just wants her to have some fun. He’s got a big surprise for her.”
“What?”
“I ain’t telling on my man. Not even for my wife,” he lies.
Redix will tell me if I insist. We don’t keep secrets. But we love surprises more.
“Fine then.” I tug his hand. “Come see my surprises for tonight.”
Silas admires our group of sixteen, sprawled across the pentagon of sofas.
He boasts, “We look like a council of Jedi knights.”
“No,” Redix grumbles beside me. “We look like a pile of sixteen burlap sacks.”
Everyone laughs, and that’s part of my plan—fun before fucks.
“This lets us do our big reveals,” I explain, standing with my husband, cloaked in a brown cape tied around my neck, too. “We worked hard on our ensemble costumes, so let’s appreciate each reveal.”
“What does the winner get?” Charlie jokes, “A gold trophy or a gold dildo?”
Eily claps. “I want a gold dildo! That’s year-round fun.”
“We’ll see,” I answer.
“Well, since you’re standing there,” Daniel suggests, “you and Redix should go first.”
With a shared glance, we grin and untie our capes. They flutter to the floor, revealing our raunchy cowboy and cowgirl costumes.
Luca whistles, then shouts, “Turn around and show us what we can ride,” and we do.
Redix and Luca are close. So, we shake our asses for him, too.
More admiring whistles fill the air.
“Look at those peaches!” Eily cheers.
I twerk mine. Sure glad I had a tushy treatment. It looks great, I know, as I make our guests laugh even harder.
“Alright now,” I turn, telling her, “you and Silas go next.”
They stand, their robes falling to reveal their elaborate, sexy wench and pirate costumes.
Wow. Silas is wearing a shirt! That’s rare. But, of course, it’s a white pirate’s shirt hanging open, revealing his dozen-pack.
And Eily’s allergic to bras. She’s wearing a thin, off-the-shoulder shirt, her hard nipples raiding our minds as Silas ties on a velvet, indigo head sash before Eily unveils her swashbuckling hat with blue feather plumes.
Damn, they’re hot.
Damn, they’re perfect.
Stacey calls out, “You look like the rogue rulers of Indigo Island!”
“Argh!” Add Luke and then Mateo, who agree with their wife.
“You four should go next.”
I point at Stacey so she and her three husbands stand.
Even in dull robes, they’re a breathtaking quad. I can’t stop staring.
Stacey is a former blonde beauty queen turned Southern sexpreneur. With her exclusive Delta’s adult stores, she and her alpha men, her husbands, break all the rules.
Ford is the rugged, older Dom. Mateo is the middle man with mesmerizing ink. And Luke is the young hero, the Army Ranger.
But when they drop their capes, they reveal their bond and sense of humor, too.
“Yes!” I love it as we all clap. “You nailed it!”
Stacey is a sexy Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, wearing ruby slippers and white thigh-highs under her tiny gingham dress. Luke is the golden scarecrow, with scraps of clothing tattered in all the hot places. Mateo is the tin man in silver shorts and paint, barely covering his ink and muscles. And Ford is the lion, the most ironic costume because he’s not afraid to wear furry orange shorts with a tail and nothing else.
I can’t help it.
After what happened last year, I glance at Luca.
Yep, he’s scoping Ford again.
It’s like he’s looking in the Dom mirror. And Stacey’s eyefucking Luca’s wife, Scarlett, too.
There’s always been an attraction between them, so I gesture.
“Mr. and Mrs. Mercier, care to go next?”
Scarlett smiles, quipping, “Cade, you read me like a Ouija Board.”
Last year, Scarlett was pregnant like me, so we got close. We binge-watched Halloween movies while the others played, and I can tell she’s like me this year, too.
Scarlett’s feral and in the mood.
So, as Luca takes her hand, rising beside his wife, their capes remain on the sofa, and, holy, freeballing gods.
Luca’s imposing bronze frame and godly member are barely covered by his costume. His short, white Greek warrior’s toga, black hair, and crystal eyes add to his mythical look.
With her flaming waves, Scarlett looks like the sex demi goddess Luca stole from the mortals. A gold leather corset and a flowy white skirt barely cover her.
The applause doesn’t stop, and I want all to feel welcome. So, I turn to my left, asking our newest guests, “Would you like to go next?”
“Sure,” Beau answers, tugging at his fiancée’s hand.
Well, actually, Beau is engaged to two. Blair Monroe, the stunning raven-haired beauty rising beside him, and Colton Hawke, the wide receiver for Atlanta’s Super Bowl champs.
Beau, Blair, and Colton are very close to Nick and Zar, who sit on their other side.
Zar and Nick invited them.
What Beau, Colton, and Nick—proud pro football players—did changed professional sports forever for people like us. It makes that sudden instinct flood my heart. That warm feeling I trust.
They belong.
They need this, too—love that understands, love that’s bigger than two hearts.
“Now,” Beau announces, “I think we should score extra points tonight.”
He’s getting into the spirit.
“Our fiancé, Colt, has a game tomorrow,” Beau says. “He’ll be here the next day, but he’s ready to play with us, too. He’s in costume at home and waiting for our call.”
“Hell, yeah!” Silas admires. “That’s gotta be an automatic win.”
“Could be,” I tease.
“Well, let me explain,” Blair chimes in while Beau calls Colt.
I love it.
Blair’s not shy.
Besides, she knows us. She used to work at Delta’s, Stacey’s sex shop, before Blair moved to Atlanta to be with Beau and Colton.
“My guys,” Blair continues, “are big geeks like me. We love anything alien or superhero.”
Chuckles rumble.
We know where this is going.
“So this week,” Blair continues, “Beau and Colt are totally fanboying, and I’m fangirling, too, not to make it weird or anything.”
All eyes land on Daniel.
Redix howls, “Aw shit,” loving when this happens. “Please tell me one of y’all is Superman.”
Daniel blushes. He can’t hide it because he gets this all the time.
But still, when Beau Bronson, the NFL’s legendary quarterback, drops his brown cape, revealing his red Superman cape and sculpted, steely blue costume. And then his fiancée, Blair, reveals her cosplay, her detailed Wonder Woman look with the perfect long, black hair, too…
KABOW!
The group goes wild.
“Wait! Wait!” Beau presses his phone, holding the screen up so we can see.
It takes a moment before Colton Hawke appears in costume, growling, “I’m Batman,” and we start roaring again.
Colton looks impressive, too. He’s big and brawny, with his square jaw clenched under that iconic black leather mask.
They get a standing ovation. And yeah, they’ll probably win.
“Hope you don’t mind.” Beau casts his smile at Daniel. “We’re huge fans.”
“Not at all.” Daniel’s a gentleman. He makes humble look hot. “You look better than I did in that outfit.”
It’s sorta true. How perfect Beau looks. How Daniel obviously admires him.
But I’m shocked … and kinda clit-thrilled … to see my girl Charlie admiring Beau and Blair, too.
“Okay, okay,” I calm our little crowd. “Let’s welcome our other new guests.”
“New?” Zar drawls, grinning at me, his gaze taking his time, admiring my form. “Darlin’, we’ve seen your hot bacon sizzle. We ain’t new.”
If I close my eyes, Zar sounds like Matthew McConaughey but looks nothing like him.
Zar is brunette and bronze. He looks Greek, like Luca. Hell, he’s Luca’s CFO and sub. They have a dark history. And somehow, Scarlett, Luca’s wife, is involved. She subs with Zar, too.
But Zar’s man, Nick? He’s lighter with strong features, his dark blond hair cropped and styled.
They’re a striking couple of opposites.
And yes, we do know Zar and Nick. We all got quite intimate at Luca & Scarlett’s engagement party at Luca’s hotel.
“Well, then,” I tease Zar back. Damn, I’m curious about him. “Show us your sizzling costumes.”
The way they smirk with swagger. The way Zar and Nick turn, rustling with something they were hiding on their sofa, their robes fluttering to the floor as they turn around, facing each other…
It makes Daniel boom, “Bloody hell!” Even his laughter sounds British. “It’s cocks in a box!”
And it’s hilarious.
Zar is dressed like a sexy UPS driver in tight brown shorts and a shirt. Nick is a hot FedEx driver in tight blue shorts and a shirt. But between them, they hold a white cardboard box over their cocks.
“What are you delivering?” Redix asks what we’re all wondering.
So, Nick and Zar kiss before they laugh, lifting the box, revealing their cutaway shorts over matching, white mesh jockstraps.
“Penis packages!” Eily blurts.
“Talk about packing heat,” Scarlett admires what bulges in a double dose before us.
“The newbies win!” Charlie proclaims, laughing. “We got the Hot Justice League and the Dick Delivery Duo. Who can compete with that?”
“Not so fast.” Beau sounds quite curious. “You can still win. Just show us what you’re hiding.”
And again, I sense it.
The attraction.
Beau and Blair may be fans of Daniel’s. Hell, millions are. But everyone admires Charlie, too.
With that scar on her gorgeous face, she’s stunning. In particular, Blair keeps staring at her.
Daniel and Charlie are the last to reveal their costumes. So, Daniel nods for Charlie to go first.
Jaws drop along with her cape.
My stare. Everyone’s stare lands on Charlie’s mouth-watering cleavage. It’s exposed by the open zipper of her black satin micro dress. It’s tight and adorned with a silver police badge, a holster slung low, and handcuffs dangling to her naked thighs clad in laced-up combat boots.
Then, Daniel reveals his costume.
It’s equally kinky. I expect bachelorettes with dollar bills to appear.
His black silk cop pants and tight sleeveless black button-up bulge over his muscles. He can’t be contained.
To match Charlie, he’s wearing a silver badge and handcuffs. But when Daniel dons the British Bobby police hat he was hiding under his cape, it doesn’t match, and it sure looks arresting on him.
“Hey, officers.” Silas offers his wrists for their handcuffs. “I just ripped a tag off a mattress.”
We laugh, admiring our group, standing in a wide circle—sixteen here and one on the phone.
It’s an arousing sight.
Our Halloween is off to a spine-tingling start with that other tingle—that luscious one we love—quickly traveling south for all.
“So, who won?” Eily’s always curious.
“We all will,” I answer. “Because we got more games to play.”
CHAPTER FIVE
CADE
It’s like Game of Horny Thrones.
Swords rise everywhere.
All refresh their drinks, chatting and admiring the costumes.
“Help me set up the next game,” I whisper to Redix, who assists as we lift a light metal frame covered in a black silk sheet into the middle of the room.
Once all are seated, I pass around a small, black glass cauldron.
“We have a black-and-gold tradition,” I announce. “So, in the spirit, pull out one chocolate candy kiss. Most are gold, but if you draw a black foiled kiss, you play the game.”
The cauldron only has fifteen kisses. For this round, three are black. I’m not playing this game, and Colton’s not here, but he’s watching on the phone Beau holds up.
Once all select, Stacey, Eily, and Zar are up to play.
I uncover the first game, and Stacey laughs. “Is that a sex swing frame?”
“You’d know.” I wink. “And yes. But tonight, you’re bobbing for donuts hanging from a string on it while blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back. The first to eat all four donuts in their row wins.”
It’s raucous, watching them lick and snap the air. With each vigorous bite, their glazed donut sways away, making them stagger to find it.
“Jeez!” Eily proclaims, her lips glossed with sugar, her tongue swiping the air, blindly trying to find her second donut. “Licking beaver is easier than licking these Krispy Kremes.”
“It’s like licking a virgin.” Zar finishes his first donut. “She won’t keep still.”
Nick asks his man, “How do you know?”
“Ahem.” Luca loves cajoling them, “I made Zar let me watch him tongue a few in college.”
Yeah, you’d tongue a bath drain for Luca Mercier.
And yeah, the idea of letting Zar serve me for Luca?
Hmm, my kitty purrs.
But Stacey’s quiet, devoted to her tonguing task and winning, besting Eily by one donut.
Pecking Stacey’s glazed lips when we free them, Eily praises her, “Congratulations, you’ve become quite the cunnilingus Queen.”
Stacey gets high-fives while Redix helps me push the frame away, replacing it with a covered silver basin.
“What’s that?” Colton wonders from the phone, so Beau holds it closer. “Oh!” Colton suspects, “You’re bobbing for apples!”
Apples?
Now, where’s the kink in that?
The cauldron passes again, and three get black kisses. Since the men outnumber the women, it’s Daniel, Luke, and Beau, who passes his phone to Blair to hold while they play.
“Kneel, gentlemen,” I demand.
“Yes, ma’am,” Luke, dressed like a sexy scarecrow, answers with a suggestive smirk. He looks aroused to serve.
“What are we doing?” Beau wants to know, looking thrilled to kneel next to Daniel, too.
I wish I had a lasso for this, like a whip or something.
Should’ve asked Luca. Oh well.
“Together and with your hands tied,” I answer, dramatically snapping the black sheet off the basin, “you’re bobbing for dildos.”
The group erupts.
I knew this would be a hit.
“Fuck yes! Someone record this!” Colton begs from the phone in Blair’s hand. “I’ll give Beau shit for this forever.”
From his knees, Beau winks at Colton on the screen.
“I’ll use my phone.” Eily plucks hers from a side table. “I found the perfect porn filter. We use it for our videos all the time. It makes Silas’s balls look great.”
Silas laughs. “Baby girl, please tell them all our secrets. Why keep anything, like my balls, private?”
It’s cute.
Silas kisses Eily because she can’t. She can’t close her big heart and cute mouth.
Once I tie the men’s hands behind their backs, it’s a sloshing, sexy sight, watching three sizable hunks—one a cop, one a scarecrow, and one Superman—dunk their handsome faces in cold water.
They’re laughing, their mouths searching, pushing, and nudging a full basin of floating dildos in a rainbow of colors, but with no luck.
“Bloody,” Daniel huffs, “I can’t get a cock in my mouth.”
“That’s not what he said.” Redix laughs. “Yesterday.”
Mateo taunts, “You gotta open bigger, man.”
“Yeah, let’s work together,” Luke suggests. “Push a cock in my mouth.”
“Yeah,” Beau adds, water dripping from his dark-trimmed beard. “Then he can use his cock to shove a cock in your mouth, too.”
Half of us snort while Eily records them, cooing, “Ahh. Look. They’re becoming fellatio friends.”
Daniel almost drowns, laughing with us, but he follows Luke’s orders. Of course, leave it to the Army guy to organize group maneuvers, even bobbing for dildos.
