Chapter 2
CHAPTER
TWO
SLOANE
“ I love you, I love you, I love you,” Simon chants in my ear as his muscular, tattooed arms wrap around me. I slump forward in his arms tiredly, letting him take the brunt of my weight.
I decided to come straight to the cosplay venue rather than home and shower, because I knew that I wouldn’t make it back here once I sat down on my bed.
My husband is one lucky son of a bitch.
I groan into his chest as his hug intensifies. “You better. I’m tired.”
He chuckles. “I know, baby. But really,” he pulls back to look into my eyes, our hazel and green gazes colliding in a sea of love and tired dominance, “thank you. You’re saving our asses.”
I grunt softly as I shove him away. “This is quite the set-up, ya know. You didn’t tell me I’d be walking into a gamer-girl’s walking, wet fantasy.” And truly, it’s a vision to witness. The amount of tattooed, unbelievably hot men and women around me—made even hotter by their mostly anonymous personas—is enough to send entire clans of e-girls and gamers into a frenzy.
“Oh, c’mon. You should’ve known from my headset alone. Call of Duty fiends are a completely different breed.”
I snort, bending down to pick up my camera bag that I threw haphazardly at our feet in my need for a hug. “No kidding. I may know absolutely nothing about the game, but I think I’m going to have to use you a bit with this mask of yours. It’s way too hot.”
“Oh? We can make that happen.”
And, like clockwork, Asher’s voice sounds behind me. “What about me, Mommy? I thought I was gonna be the best boy ever for you.”
Simon barks out before I can respond myself. “Do I need to throw you on your ass again? Stop flirting with my wife. ”
I pat his arm gently, smirking as I turn to Asher. He’s in his full gear, just like Simon, though his mask is a ski mask with elaborate stitching and skull marks; very simple compared to Simon’s genuinely authentic skull and night-vision headpiece. Though, as Simon’s eyes are easily hidden due to their darker, earthy tones in the heavy gear, Asher’s bright blue eyes stand out starkly against the black material and face paint beneath, differentiating them even more.
“Oh sweet, baby boy,” I say, exaggerating my tone into a faux mock. “At least you did good and listened to Mommy by being in your full gear, hmm? Maybe I should reward the puppy after all, huh, Simon?” I ask, turning back to my husband with a smile as Asher lets out a genuine whimper from beneath his mask.
Simon points at me accusingly, though looks unfazed by my words. Although, I can’t truly tell, given his entire face is covered by the shape of a Ghost skull. “You’re terrible. He’ll be jacking off to those words for the next year.”
“I know. Now, where are the other two? Let’s get this shit going.”
Asher pouts behind me. “That was just unfair.”
I turn to him again. “Did I say you could speak, pup?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Then shut up,” I reply sweetly, “and get in position so I can make you look hot.”
Like an eager little kid, Simon perks up even more, forgetting about the odd interaction currently happening between Asher and myself.
“I’m already hot. Me first,” he says eagerly.
My eyes roll.
Men.
However, it’s Nyx’s voice spoken right into my ear that makes me jump and clutch my heart through the black, puffy vest over my equally dark thermal. I didn’t even know she was close to me. “I may not like men, but I’ll turn them all into good puppies with you together.”
I shake my head as I turn towards her, only to find Rhodes directly next to her, laughing quietly. His large, muscular shoulders that are nearly too big for his frame shake obnoxiously from the force of his laughter, though all sound is hidden beneath his dark, sheet-like mask and helmet.
That, and he’s always just…too quiet. Too damaged.
Because his ex-wife robbed him of his voice enough. The absolute cunt.
The helmet and Konig cosplay fit him far more than he probably even knows.
Nyx speaks again, and my eyes move back to her towering over me. At my 5 '3 frame, compared to her five-foot-ten, I often feel like an infant. Not to mention, she, too, has a variation of a mask on in a balaclava style that only adds to the dominance she exhibits at all times of the day. “What do you say, Mommy ? Want to put these boys in their place?”
My face flames, though I push through. “Always. It’s good to see you. How’s work been? We haven’t seen you in a few weeks.”
And believe me, I have noticed. A girl can only handle so many guys around all the time. And yet, Nyx is somehow my only girl best friend.
She shrugs, dropping the teasing lilt in her voice. “Oh, I broke up with my girlfriend. She was a baby-bisexual who used me to figure out she may not be as into women as much as she thought, and she didn’t want to settle down anytime soon. So, I sulked in my apartment and buried myself in my to-do list for a few weeks. Work has been fine.”
I nod sympathetically. Being bisexual myself, I do not miss those days. I understand her pain far more than I want to. “Why do you always get the baby bis? We need to find you someone firmly and comfortably outside of the closet for once.”
She hums, looking me up and down. “Are you volunteering?”
Simon wraps a protective arm around me, dragging me closer to him as I take my camera out of its protective sleeve. I snuggle my back into his warmth as I look down at it, altering the settings needed for singular portraits and indoor, biting back my smile at his response. “If one more person flirts with my fucking wife tonight, I’m kicking their asses.”
This time, it’s Rhodes who speaks, “No worries there. She smells like a lake. Did you go fishing today?”
My hidden smile drops immediately, and with a growl, I decide I am never helping my friends again.
Even if they’re way too fucking hot in their flirting tones and set-ups.
Me
That shower was heavenly.
Simon
That's wonderful baby. I’m glad you feel better.
Me
So much better. I think I can be a nice human now.
Simon
Lovely. Make sure to go eat something, too.
Me
But I need to edit your stupid pictures, remember? Someone needs them by this weekend?
Simon
And you can do that (please)...after you eat a sandwich.
Me
I think I need an orgasm, too.
Simon
Oh, dear Gods. That took a turn.
Me
When will you be done tonight? Rhodes’ apartment, right?
Simon
Mmmhhmmm. We’ll be playing late tonight. It’s a competitive, ranked night. Leading up to the weekend event. That’s what we needed the photos for.
But I promise, I’ll still give you that massage and tonguing later.
Me
I know you will.
I’ll just get myself ready for it.
Simon
You heathen.
Asher saw that btw. He wants to know what you meant.
Me
Enjoy your game
I sigh as I threw my phone on the couch and move towards the fridge, hungrier than hell. I will never admit to the man that I am following his orders of eating before I edit their photos, solely because he already knows me a little too well, but I’ll be damned if I don’t put food in my stomach as soon as possible.
No wonder I was a bitch earlier. I haven’t eaten since ten in the morning, and it is nearing seven at night now. As I make my pitiful dinner, I truly can’t help but let my mind wander to everyone’s comments from just hours earlier.
Simon’s possessive touches and words.
Asher’s begging, pleading, and overall good-boy being self.
Nyx’s flirtations.
Even Rhodes, once he was done being an asshole and commenting on my smell, had winked at me a few times under his sheet…after he had caught me staring at his veiny and muscular forearms just a little too long.
I scoff at the fact of being caught.
Once again, from the memory of them all, my thighs shift together on their own.
Needingly .
I refused to touch myself in the shower, between the exhaustion and confusion over what I’m even horny about, but I don’t think I can hold out for much longer.
Especially not as a deep, longing ache begins to spread through my core. The ache to take it rougher than normal, with all of the masked men and women, and their darker personas floating through my brain.
Reaching for my laptop, I sigh as I connect my camera to my hard drive with my handy USB-C adapter, and carry the entire setup, plus the plate holding my sandwich, to the couch.
Multi-tasking.
Thank you, ADHD medication.
As I simultaneously eat and edited, the thoughts refuse to slow down.
“I’ll be a good boy for you, Mommy,” Asher’s whimper echoes in my skull. His baby blues are staring at me from the laptop screen.
“What do you say, Mommy? Want to put these boys in their place,” Nyx’s statements plays in my head next.
“Do I need to throw you on your ass again? Stop flirting with my wife.” Simon repeats, and my brain all but purrs.
Rhodes’ catching my eye-fucking was only the cherry on the top, with his challenging stare. A stare that promised more flirting than all of the words combined.
Quickly, abandoning both my laptop and plate, I snatch up my phone from the other end of the couch and began making my way to the bedroom, right where I know our toy chest is.
I am breaking.
Shattering .
I can play by myself, to shake the needy feeling I can’t escape.
But Simon has forced me not only to work late, but deal with all of his friend’s flirting moods. And masked hotness.
I think he deserves a little payback while he is having his fun with our friends.
Just in a way that will make him weak in the knees.
Like the good wifey I am.