Halloween For Six: A Lots of Friends To Lovers Romance, page 7
Bodies are squirming.
Eyes are searching.
Breath is huffing.
Since I’m the hostess, and they told me to come, though Beau already has, I crawl down, kneeling in the middle of the floor on top of the black sheets.
Tugging my bikini bottom aside, it won’t take me long.
All the ache. All the desire. All the love in this room, I feel it thrumming through my veins.
I watch Redix. I watch my husband.
Then, letting my stare roam, meeting the eyes of people I trust, a group I desire, I touch myself for all to see. My gaze lingers on Zar, and I moan.
My fingers slide slick through my tingling folds, the ridge of my middle digit strumming over my sensitive clit. I rip my vest, then my bikini top aside, pinching my erect nipple with one hand while I fuck myself with the other.
“Yes, Cade,” Redix coaxes, returning my gaze to him. “Finger that sweet pussy. Show them what a beautiful wife I have.” Oh god, they’re looking at me. “Show them how you’re a hot little slut for me.” Fuck yes, I am.
My fingers dip inside.
“Come for us,” Redix demands, and yes, I will. “Show them how you want them all week.”
Yes, I do.
I’m right here on my exquisite edge, about to fall. Feeling their heated gaze, I’m swollen and proud, pounding my fingers inside.
They can hear my arousal.
I can listen to their panting breath.
I can see lust in so many eyes.
Redix reclines, grinning. His cock surges hard, watching me, almost making me do this, making me finger myself for everyone, and I love it.
“Do it, Cade,” he coaxes. “Make me a proud husband and come like a beautiful slut for us.”
“Oh god!” I cry out.
Because I am, I’m clenching. I’m coming so hard my muscles seize, and I can’t move.
Only my stare can.
And I groan, coming with another spasm, but this time with a lewd, depraved shudder, too, because…
Behind Redix.
Lurking in the dark shadows of the tent.
Where no one else sees but me.
Is the devil.
He watches as I make myself come for sixteen people. He watches as I make myself come for him.
CHAPTER SIX
REDIX
“We’re so right and raunchy; the devil wants to join us.”
Bacon. I smell bacon.
Umm, and yummy breasts.
I cup Cade’s succulent one in my grasp, burying my nose in her soft neck, my chest pressed against her warm, silky back.
This is heaven.
Forget cracking my eyes open, even though my stomach growls at the aroma of a legit Southern breakfast being served in the Treat Tent, and my dick stirs to my wife in my grasp and Silas’s backside, his ass rubbing against mine.
I don’t want to wake up.
This is a dream.
“Dude,” I growl at him. “It’s too early. Keep still.”
“What time is it?” Charlie mumbles on the other side of Cade.
We’re piled in our new bed, our six bodies cozy under blankets, while the crisp morning autumn air makes me want to stay here forever.
“Fuck,” Daniel huffs. I hear him fumbling for something on the nightstand. “It’s ten bloody o’clock.”
“Shit,” Charlie gasps, “it’s late.”
“Shit, let’s cuddle here all day.” I squeeze Cade tighter. “We never get to sleep in. Glory and Lola wake us by six.”
“The other morning,” Daniel rumbles, “Duke jumped on our bed at five a.m. He leaped across Charlie and landed on my morning knob, smashing it with his little foot, and I almost honked everywhere.”
“Barfed,” Charlie translates. “He means barfed, not the other thing.”
I grin with a shudder against Cade. “Thank god our girls aren’t rowdy.”
“Not yet,” Cade murmurs, rubbing her ass against my dick. “Coffee.” She knows how to bargain. “I need coffee.”
Reluctantly, I sit, stretching. “Yes, ma’am.”
Rubbing the sleep off my eyes, I look to my right, to Daniel by the edge of the bed. He’s holding Charlie, whose legs intertwine with Cade’s.
“Tomorrow morning,” I tell him, “it’s your turn to play pussy-whipped husband.”
With sleepy lids, Daniel smirks at me. Like he ain’t doing shit. But like, I don’t know.
Sexy British bastard. He’s proudly whipped for his wife, too.
Then, I look to my left for some backup. But that’s all I see … a back.
Silas’s ripped back.
He’s got it facing me on the other end of the bed. His body engulfs Eily in his embrace.
“Shit,” I huff. “Guess I’m the bareass barista this morning.”
Wedging the sheet and blankets down, I crawl out of the middle. It ain’t easy.
“Nice moon,” Daniel admires my awkward effort.
I joke, my bare feet greeting the cool wooden floor, “Wanna land on it?”
Daniel tempts me, “I got my rocket right here.” He’s always horny in the morning.
So am I. So is Silas.
What man isn’t?
I don’t have to peek under the covers to know Silas is sporting morning wood, too.
Cade reminds us, groaning into our pillow, “No fucking until tonight.”
“Fine by me.” I scratch my morning shadow, pressing the button on the coffee maker. “Because our solo shows last night were mighty fine.”
Eily put a table with a coffee station in every tent, and it’s official. I’m nominating Eily for President of all Poke Parties. No one runs them better.
Poor thing. She must be exhausted. She hasn’t blurted a peep this morning.
“Hey,” so I ask Daniel while we wait for java to brew, “where did y’all go last night? You missed the show. Luca was hot as hell, making Scarlett, Zar, and Nick kneel for it.”
“I wanted him all to myself,” Charlie answers for Daniel, wedging her face deeper into the canyon of his massive pecs while he kisses her hair. Like they share a secret.
“Oh, so y’all broke Cade’s rule?”
“Never,” Daniel answers me. “We know better than to piss her off.”
“Amen to that,” Cade mumbles before clocking my steps toward our open tent flaps. “Where are you going? I’m comatose without caffeine.”
“To squirt the dirt,” I answer, squinting.
Naked, I step into the bright, brisk morning, but it ain’t cold enough to shrivel my piss hard-on. I try to be discreet, aiming it over the side of our tent’s wooden platform.
Then I laugh, catching the backside of Luca doing the same from his tent next door.
Damn, that man has a cut ass.
I call out to his broad, naked back, “You look like one of them Roman statues of boys pissing in a fountain.”
“Greek! Not Roman.” He laughs but doesn’t turn around. “And I’m no boy. I’m a very hungry man.”
He shakes the dew off while I do the same. Then he turns around, giving me a mischievous smirk before disappearing inside his tent with Scarlett, Zar, and Nick.
Like a stiff branch, I crack my back, arching as I turn to see Mateo, our other neighbor, reading on their deck.
Resting between his legs, under a cozy blanket on their lounge chair, is Stacey, reading a book, too. Ford and Luke must still be in bed.
I wave. They wave back.
Then I grin, catching Beau and Blair naked and in an odd position.
They’re in the tent on the other side of The Quad, which is what we call Stacey and her three husbands.
Guess Beau and Blair’s fiancé, Colton, will join them after his game tomorrow. So, for now, I call out, “Whatch y’all two doing?”
Blair answers, “Morning yoga.”
“Airplane planks,” Beau explains, lying on his back, his powerful legs rigid and in the air. His feet flex flat, easily holding the weight of Blair on her belly, flying above him with their hands clasped.
Aw, they’re cute.
They’re smiling at each other. They’re buck naked and obviously in love.
I joke, “Looks to be more than yoga real soon.”
“We won’t break the fuck rule,” Beau answers. “We promise.”
“We trust ya,” I reply, and that’s rare for me. To trust. But I do. That’s all I feel with this group.
I get why Cade wanted us to go slow last night.
Well, slow for us.
This is supposed to make us stronger as couples, as groups. We build bonds here, not break them. Having a constellation of souls like ours means too much to us. Some of us can’t be out in public. The cost, the risk is too high.
But here?
I take in our peaceful glamping village, the sunlight burning off the morning fog through the sprawling oaks with Spanish moss swaying from branches.
This is connection. This is freedom. This is Halloween fun and fucking for some … and coffee.
The rich aroma hits me, making my mouth water, so I retreat inside our tent.
“Your new man’s outside,” I tease Daniel. “Beau’s naked and waiting to play ball with ya. And Charlie, your titty sister, Blair, is out there, too.”
Cade giggles into our pillow, keeping it warm for me, while Daniel and Charlie just laugh.
Because it’s half a joke and half true.
Everyone can sense, if not outright know, who is whose primary. Some of us have one. Like, Cade is mine. She brought me back to life. Or how Scarlett is Luca’s or Zar is Nick’s.
But some have true multiples. They can’t love one above another. Like Beau, Blair, and Colton. Or Mateo with Stacey, Ford, and Luke.
But then again.
I’ll never stop loving my partners, either. They’re forever in my heart.
Like Silas.
Who hasn’t said a fucking word which is weird. Usually, he’s raising hell with the dawn.
Pouring a cup, I stir in some coffee with Cade’s sugar and milk. She likes everything candy-sweet.
“Hey, dude.” I talk to Silas’s back, “Are y’all alive over there? You need some mouth-to-mouth? Or dick-to-mouth?”
“Uhh,” he grunts.
“They’re knackered,” Daniel says. “We broke our hosts.”
“How?” Charlie asks. “Silas can go all night, and Eily makes the Energizer Bunny look sedate.”
I pour a cup for Charlie, too. She likes it black. I’d pour a cup for Eily, as well, but damn, she’s quiet.
That ain’t like her.
“Hey, fun size,” I try rousing her. “You asleep, too? I thought for sure you’d be up early for your fuckathon.”
Barely, Eily moans, her long brown hair spilling over Silas’s biceps. He’s got her practically under him while he stirs.
While his hips move, slowly rolling … and hang on…
I know his thrusts. I know her moans. I know Silas’s favorite position. He likes taking us from behind.
“You fuckers!” I laugh. “You’re fucking!”
Eily moans louder. She loves getting caught.
“What?” Cade flips the white sheet off them.
Like a cop, she investigates before demanding, “Stop!” Like they’re committing a felony in traffic, not fucking on our bed.
It only drives Silas. He starts humping Eily harder. He loves breaking rules, and he loves us watching his naked ass do it.
“Ah, let him get a leg over,” Daniel endorses what Silas is literally doing.
He’s got his leg over Eily, wedging her open, her tiny body helpless, lying on her tummy with her back arched. She’s taking Silas as his massive cock drives inside her. We can hear his effort. We can hear her moaning, melting into the mattress.
I whine, “How come they get to fuck, but we can’t?”
“Shhh. They’re trying to get pregnant,” Charlie whispers like they can’t hear us.
Like they aren’t right there, humping like animals at a zoo. Like they’re behind glass, inside their natural habitat, while we’re on a school field trip, witnessing biology at its best.
Hell, I would’ve passed that class if it had been entertaining like this. But I did like sex ed. In high school, I applied my education, chapter by chapter, with Cade.
So, I wait with two steaming cups in hand. No way I’m delivering hot coffee to our bed while they’re fucking on it. Talk about scalding hot sex.
Instead, I love this. I live for this shit.
Watch.
“Need some help fucking that sweet, little pussy?”
I grin, cuckolding Silas, who growls back at me like a feral beast, every muscle on his sculpted back tense with effort. Hunched over Eily, it’s like he’d rip the throat out of anyone who touches her right now.
She’s his. He’s mating her. He’s breeding her. She gets his seed.
“No,” Eily huffs at me. “I mean, yes, Silas. Yes. Harder. Harder. Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”
Silas growls again, and yes, he’d even kill me if I came near his wife.
I set the cups down and lean against the table.
Charlie pulls Cade into her and Daniel’s embrace. They hold each other, giving our partners more space.
It’s fucking beautiful, actually, how Silas loves Eily. How he’d die without her. How he fought for her, even back in high school. He’d give his life for her, and now … they want to make one together. They’re trying so hard.
Damn. Can men get hormonal? Like all monthly and emotional? Is that why I’m craving chocolate?
Because this is hot, but if I let it, I’d kinda cry.
I want this for them. I know it’ll happen for them. Our kids will grow up together.
I glance at Daniel, and he winks at me. He remembers doing this with Charlie, just like I did with Cade.
That primal instinct. That deep urge. That overwhelming honor. That tiny hope. You have no control, only a dream.
“Silas!” Eily always calls his name when she comes. It doesn’t matter who makes her do it; Silas is written across Eily’s soul.
He holds her hand, squeezing it as his body locks, groaning deeper than he does with anyone else. He’s coming. Real hard. My rousing dick knows it. Then we hear it with his soft murmur, “Eily. Eily, baby girl. Fuck, I love you so much.”
He wraps around her so tight I can’t see her. He loves her that much, and she’s that small against his tall, protective frame. All we can do is hear their muffled kisses, her sighs of love … and my stomach growl.
“Now, can we drink our coffee?” I ask, making them chuckle.
“Yep,” Eily’s voice peeps from under Silas’s weight. “I just got all the cream I need,” she jokes, “but I’ll take five sugars like Cade.”
“No way,” Cade answers her. “No coffee for you, our Haunting Ho. Not until you tell me who the hell that devil was last night.”
“What?” Eily bolts up, her hair mussed like it got caught in a blender.
Silas rolls on his back. He turns to Cade, too, while Eily declares, “There was no one here last night.”
“Don’t play spine-chilling, mind fuckery with me,” Cade replies. “I saw him. I saw your villain. He was lurking behind Redix, and then he disappeared.”
“Damn,” I huff. “All y’all got spooked last year, and I still haven’t seen him. And he was right behind me last night?”
“No, he wasn’t,” Eily replies. She sounds legit. “He wasn’t here last night.”
“Yes, he was,” Cade volleys. “I was coming in front of all of y’all, then I saw him and—”
“Wait.” Charlie sounds serious. “Who is this man, and can we even trust him? If he was in the tent with us and—”
“But he wasn’t.” Eily’s honest tone won’t waver. “He can’t be here until later this week, and yes, we can trust him. Well, sorta. But I’d never invite someone who’d out or hurt us. He’s just for shock value. He wears his black pin-striped suit and Black Mask and scares the shit out of y’all.” She huffs, falling back on her pillow. “But now, my spooky surprise is ruined.”
“What do you mean a ‘Black Mask’?” Daniel asks. “Like from DC comics and Batman? Like the mafia crime king who wears a skeleton’s mask that’s all black?”
“Yeah.” Eily stares at the tent ceiling. “It’s kinda perfect for this guy. A businessman. A criminal mastermind. An impersonator. A little sadistic, but really fucking hot. Trust me.” She sighs, “I worked so hard to get him, but now my fright night is fucked.”
“Ah, baby girl. No, it’s not.” Silas turns, cupping her flushed cheek. “He can still terrify us. Don’t worry. We’ll be frightened.”
I snort. Silas misses the point.
He sounds caring, not creeped out by Eily’s villain.
“No, he can’t,” Eily debates. “Y’all are no fun. I can’t scare you. You guys are too smart, and our women are too badass. I’m surprised Scarlett didn’t punch his throat last year before Charlie sniped him out, and Cade dumped him in the ocean.”
“But…” Charlie stammers, like she’s adding it up. “But, he doesn’t wear pinstripes and a black skeleton mask. He wears a dusty topcoat and an antique demon mask with horns and—”
“Yeah,” Cade adds, “it’s a black and gold mask … like our colors. It’s like he knows us. He knows about our games.”
And don’t judge, but I swear a shiver crawls up my naked spine.
“But,” Eily croaks, popping up again, “he doesn’t know about us. I swear. I never told him about our black and gold sex games.”
We’re silent, eyes darting before searching Eily’s face, which looks innocent.
Which looks scared.
All of us but Daniel are Lowcountry-born and bred. And around here? We know our ghosts are real.
“Aw, shit,” I crow. “Hell, yeah. Our satanic sex conjured a haint.”
Eily blurts, her petal lips insisting, “We’re not satanic! We’re beautiful—all of us. I love our sex. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Yeah,” Silas laughs, “we’re so right and raunchy; the devil wants to join us.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
DANIEL
“We’re bound to get dick delusions and vaginal visions all week.”
