Chapter 10
EVERLEE – WHEN YOU NEED THAT DICK AND ALL YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE CHARGED UP
On the entire car ride back to my apartment, Lizzy rambles about how nice and huge their house is and how it’s because Callum’s compensating for something.
I don’t tell her he isn’t because that would lead to the embarrassing story of me in the shower and him bursting in.
Though I never saw it, I know it’s huge because of the bulge in his pants.
The scene replays over in my head and wish I had the balls to have taken him, or at least tried to.
No doubt he’d be divine in bed. They’d be divine.
They’re a group of some of the hottest men I’ve ever laid eyes on.
What would you call a group of hot men? Gaggle pops into my head, but that’s for geese.
Perhaps a brood of men? It’s a stretch, but chickens are a brood, and these men are a bunch of cocks. I’m going with a brood of men.
“You okay?” she asks, pulling to a stop in front of my apartment building.
“Yes,” I laugh, remembering her texts. “What was with that text earlier?”
“What are you talking about?”
“The one you sent me. You said, ‘I’ll be there in ten, unless you’re getting boned, then I’ll be there in five because I want to watch.’”
“I see nothing confusing or out of place about that text.”
“No?”
“No. I’d want to watch because Callum—” She smacks the steering wheel, then grabs it and starts grinding her hips. “I bet that boy knows how to fuuucccck,” she sings.
She’s probably right because I thought the same thing.
“Was there something you didn’t tell me? Like how you rode that man-candy’s cock-a-doodle-doo?”
“No. I did not have sex with them.”
“Them?” She looks at me.
“Him. I mean him.”
“You want to have sex with them all, don’t you?” She rubs her chin. “I bet they’d be down. Fuck. Imagine your first time getting that donkey dick back in you, and it’s with a threesome… shit, a foursome.”
“Jax was there earlier, but he left.” Why did I add his name to the list? It’s not like she needs any more encouragement.
“Four?” She clasps her hands together under her chin.
“Please, please, please. If you ever loved me or valued our friendship, you’d jump on that dick train and ride it!
” she growls with excitement. “Ride it so fucking hard.” She turns in her seat.
“And then, of course, you’d come back and tell me everything.
Every little detail to the ounces of come you suck down or squeeze out. ”
“Oh my God. Gross.” I smack her arm.
“What? I need to know these things.”
“No! No, you don’t.”
Her eyebrows raise, but she doesn’t speak.
“Bye, and thank you for picking me up.”
She smiles and stretches her arms out in an exaggerated move. “I’m feeling we should go to the club tonight.”
“What? Have you lost your mind?”
“Maybe for that dick!” she says in a deep voice, enunciating every word.
“You have a dick.”
“I do and I love that dick very much, but a girl can hope and dream her BFF gets four fabulous dicks as well.”
“Bye.” I close the door.
“Wait!” she yells. She bends her head down so she can see me outside the passenger window. “Valentine's Day is in a couple of days.”
“So?”
“Do you want a bouquet of Vixen dicks?”
I can't even dignify her question with a response, so I dismissively wave my hand through the air and head towards my building. As I get to the door, I hear her cackling fade as she drives farther away.
Flipping the home app open on my phone, I scan it over the reader. Digital keys are so great. When the door buzzes, I feel a pang, almost like it’s the buzzer going off in my life. Like I had a shot to take last night—this morning—and I didn’t take it.
The end.
Game over.
When I get up to my apartment, I fall onto my couch, replaying everything that happened between my failed attempts at self pleasurement (yep, a word I just made up), to the Vixen party, to the creep, and lastly to the chaos this morning.
What a truly baffling fourteen hours. Dragging myself off the couch sometime later, I walk into my bedroom and find the large red box still lying on my bed.
Shit!
I left my outfit at Callum’s house. Well, I assume it’s Callum’s, but it could be Emmett’s, or Knox’s, maybe Jax? Shit. I have no clue.
Well, I guess I won’t see that again.
But I really liked it, and who knows how much Lizzy paid for it.
And if she knew I left it, she’d drive me back over there just so I could see them again.
She’d probably also leave me there to make sure they’d have to drive me home.
Because that’s the conniving, crafty, sneaky little thing she is. In all the best ways, of course.
Would it be weird to show up at their house and ask for it back? Maybe I should go to Vixen and ask Emmett. No. He’ll probably just tell me to run over to the house and grab it.
Damn it!
What am I going to do? Why am I fighting against this so hard?
Because I want that donkey dick, damn it!
My boyfriends are staring longingly at me from their shelf across the room, begging to be used, wanting to help take this edge away.
Or maybe that’s just me projecting my feelings onto a bunch of vibrators and dildos.
However, they are literally all giving me the green light for go, so I should take it as a sign, right?
Especially the big green monster dick. He seems closest to Callum’s size.
Hello friend, I smile and slip out of the clothes Callum bought for me.
Which, until this very second, I hadn’t realized how weird it is that he had clothes for me.
I didn’t see another woman’s things so I don’t think there is anyone else leaving there.
But it would be creepy if he just had an assortment of women’s clothes lying around for random occasions.
What if they’re like some kind of weird sex cult and they were trying to initiate me in?
Am I upset that they could be, or that they could be, and I didn’t get the nod for the invite?
Is Jax the leader, and when he left, he was signaling a no-go?
Why am I thinking about this? My face falls into my hands.
No. They’re not a sex cult, and if they are, Callum would definitely be the leader.
Callum and his big-dick energy. My inner goddess drools over what could have been.
Yes. That’s the thoughts I need to be thinking of.
Padding across the floor, I grab my monster dick off the shelf and fall into bed. I adjust the vibration and let him play on my clit for a minute before I slowly glide him in. He stretches me before he begins to move and rotate inside of me, hitting all the delicious spots.
Flashbacks of last night replay in my head. Callum on the balcony. Callum’s hands gripping the rail. Callum’s chest in the shower. Callum’s bare ass.
My orgasm is coming, building higher and higher as the memories play on repeat. My back arches off the bed as my hand travels over my breast and down my body. Rubbing. Imagining it’s Callum’s.
My breath shudders when I hit my climax as my body pulses and throbs around the green goblin. Pulling him out, I turn him off and lie on the bed for a minute, letting my body relax.
My phone buzzes, and when I roll over to look at it, a sigh escapes. How? I swear to God she has cameras in my house.
Lizzy: You use the green machine?
Everlee: What?
Lizzy: Girl, we both know, that I know, you went home and got you some.
Lizzy: And that your favorite is the one I bought you.
Everlee: OMG.
Lizzy: You just finished, didn’t you?
Lizzy: Still in bed?
Lizzy: HAHAHAHAHA
Everlee: Your a sick fuck.
Lizzy: You’re.
Everlee: One handed typing. ;)
Lizzy: YASSS QUEEN.
Tossing my phone on the bed, I stare at my ceiling for a moment before I decide to jump into the shower. I’m not a two shower a day kind of girl, but after being interrupted this morning and with all my dirty thoughts, I need something to wash away the night and the morning.
Feeling more relaxed than earlier, I trot into my bathroom and look at my shower-tub comboand suddenly miss the luxury of Callum’s walk-in. I don’t need all the lights or music, but the rainfall was nice. And the jets… My subconscious reminds.
While the water heats, I look at myself in the mirror, seeing a minor scrape above my eyebrow and am reminded of dickface from last night.
Why do guys have to be like that? I was having a great time with Lizzy and he had to come over and ruin it, then make me feel like it was my fault because he had self-control issues. But I guess that’s the problem today.
I remember going to school, and at the beginning of every year, we’d have a kickoff meeting reviewing rules segmented by girls and boys.
Boys… two rules. No cleats and no ripped shirts.
Girls. Well, pull up a chair and pack a lunch because the list was extensive.
No tight pants, no short shorts, no shorts above the knee, no tank tops, no this, no that.
It was especially frustrating when going into the stores to buy clothes and almost every piece was something that couldn’t be worn at school, so I was stuck having to wear pants every day.
Ninety degrees or twenty degrees didn’t matter, because it was the girl's job to remove temptation from boys instead of boys learning how to control themselves.
I sigh. This is a pet peeve of mine that pops up far too frequently. Feeling childish, I stick my tongue out in the mirror, then climb into the shower, taking my time since I have nothing else to do today.
After the shower, I dry my hair and put on a light layer of makeup, then sit on my couch and flip through Netflix.
After a Valentine’s Day-themed romcom, I flip open my work laptop and check my emails. I usually do it later at night, but now seems like a good time since I need to keep my mind busy. No matter how hard I try, Callum's presence continues to haunt my thoughts.
“Shit.” I click open the link that reads Valentine’s dinner reminder.
It’s a customer event from one of our biggest clients.
They had apparently rented out a ballroom or something and invited my entire firm plus one to dinner on Wednesday.
I forgot I’d RSVP’d several weeks ago. I guess part of me hoped I’d be able to find a date before then, but the other part tried not to think about it and completely failed.
My first thought is Lizzy, which is stupid.
She used to be my date for these sorts of things, so much so that for a long time my boss thought we were dating.
Can I get sick between now and then? I’d have to start building the story tomorrow.
Go in fine, because I don’t want them thinking I’m just hung over from the weekend, but at around one or two, get a little mopey, a sniffle here or there.
Tuesday, go in and talk about the awful night’s sleep I had and then leave early. BOOM! Plan locked in place!
My phone dings.
I look at it, expecting a text from Lizzy, but find my restaurant app confirming a reservation at Bo La Vie for tomorrow night at eight for four people.
Confused, I stare at the app, since I hadn’t made a reservation, then notice it says Thank you Emmett for making your reservation! In special notes, it reads, To foods that make you moan, with a winky face.
I throw my phone down, then pick it up again.
“Asshole!” I laugh.
That wonderful, handsome asshole.
I don’t know why he made a reservation for me, but I’m beyond ecstatic.
I call Lizzy and tell her the good news and invite her and Tony to come with.
She says she’ll be there, but Tony won’t be able to make it.
He has dinner with a customer to talk about some project he’s about to start, which probably means Derek, too.
I hesitated a minute before calling her because naturally Tony would expect me to invite Derek.
I mean, I hope not after last night, but it’s still weird ground.
Another reason on the list of many, I don’t like them setting me up.
When things don’t work out, it’s just awkward for a bit.
I don’t know what to do with the extra two seats and debate changing the reservation for only two, but don’t know if Emmett would join or wanted to join. Is this his way of asking me out? In a really weird way, my subconscious chimes.
So probably not Emmett asking me out, but who will use the other two seats? Maybe he’s just giving me the option? Why am I overthinking this? Bo La Vie!!
Filled with excitement, I run into my closet and flip through all of my clothes, trying to find the perfect outfit for tomorrow night. This will probably be the last time I’ll be able to eat there for a while because I definitely will not make a reservation for a month out.
Scratch that. After the sandwiches I tasted last night, I’d probably make it for a year out. I’m just not that patient a person. Maybe I can get in really tight with Emmett and he will tell me who his friend is that can give me the hookup?
Yes. All the plans are coming together.