Chapter 16
EVERLEE - I’M VANILLA AS FUCK
The rich scent of coffee and bacon filters through the air and pulls me from my sleep. My eyes open to a moment of confusion before I remember I’m at the guy’s house.
It’s early because the sun is barely beginning to peek from behind the veil of darkness.
Feeling a prickly sensation on my back, I roll over and find Callum propped against the headboard with his e-reader in hand, wearing a pair of glasses.
A hint of silver weaves through his dark locks just behind his ear.
I don’t think it’s possible for him to get any hotter.
“Good morning,” he smiles with a hint of amusement flickering across his face.
“Yes,” I mumble, still drowsy, before realizing it was a statement, not a question. “Good morning,” I correct, rolling onto my stomach and tucking the pillow under my chin so I can look up at him.
“How do you feel?” He places his e-reader on the nightstand beside him, along with his glasses.
“Good.” I want to scream fucking great, but I feel that would be too much energy for this early in the morning. “Did you all wash me last night?”
He chuckles. “I hope that wasn’t a problem. They wanted to take care of you.”
“It’s okay.” I smile, closing my eyes for a second.
“There’s coffee on the table beside you, and Emmett is fixing some breakfast downstairs.”
“How does it feel?” I mumble into the pillow before rolling to sit up.
“How does what feel?” There is a sense of reservation and caution in his voice.
“To have a fantastic cock.” My eyes bulge from my head as I choke back the mortification. “Shit. I mean cook. To have a fantastic cook. At your beck and call?” I add, feeling like I need as much clarification as possible.
He smiles as he rolls onto his side, letting his finger lazily stroke across my collarbone. “The cock… pretty fantastic and the cook isn’t so bad either.”
His breath smells minty fresh, which reminds me that mine does not.
Needing to put space between us stat, I roll out of bed because if not, I’ll be crawling on top of him and sinking onto that delicious cock in about six point nine seconds.
His last thoughts of me can’t be stinky breath McGee. “You’re dangerous,” I mumble.
He pumps his eyes at me as they rake over my body. “You look good,” he says, rolling out of bed.
Looking down, I notice I’m wearing a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts. When I look back up to say something, he’s stretching his long, tattooed torso towards the sky.
Heaven help me.
He looks over his shoulder with a wicked gleam in his eye, so I hurriedly turn away.
Devil!
He’s the devil in a beautiful man’s body. I can already feel myself getting moist at just the sight of him. “Where are my clothes from last night?” I ask, voice wavering as I look around the room, needing to change the conversation.
“I had Brady pick you up some new ones this morning.” He points to the bench at the end of the bed.
“This morning?” Grabbing my phone and ignoring the three missed text messages and one missed call from Lizzy, I retort, “It’s just past six in the morning.”
“We know a place.” He offers nothing else as he walks across the room to his dresser, slipping on a pair of black joggers and a gray shirt that fits more like a schmedium the way it hugs his biceps and pecs.
Glory be. I’m screwed.
I slip on the very cute black leggings and gray sweater dress with a pair of black flats. The seamless fit of everything should be a cause for concern, but it seems to match Callum's meticulous nature perfectly.
“I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready.” He nods. “Also, there’s an extra toothbrush and brush in the bathroom if you need it.”
“Do you do this for all the women who stay the night?” I tease.
“We rarely allow that.” He closes the door behind him, and I’m stuck in the middle of the room with my jaw on the ground. What does it mean that I’ve stayed the night twice, and we aren’t anything official?
I’m getting ahead of myself. Needing to freshen up, I pad across the floor to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair.
The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks happy.
Satiated. Almost glowing. With a small pinch, I give my cheeks a rosy color, then make my way downstairs to a full kitchen.
All the men are sitting around the oversized bar sipping their coffee and tea, reading the paper or doodling.
“Good morning,” they all say in near unison.
A blush creeps onto my face. After last night, there is nothing that should make me shy around them.
“Do you like pancakes, eggs, sausage, and cheese?” Emmett asks with both of his palms pressed onto the counter, causing his biceps to flex.
His hair is still wet from a morning shower and slicked back with the hint of a five o’clock shadow on his face.
He reminds me of a sexy lumberjack, only he cooks instead of chops wood.
I nod, unable to form words with my mouth or tear my gaze away.
“Good. I made you the Emmett special.”
“It’s so good,” Knox exaggerates.
“It’s okay,” Jax teases, tossing a side eye at Emmett.
“It’s like heaven in your mouth,” Callum notes.
My eyes shoot over to him, and he's watching me with that same intense stare he usually has, which stirs something inside of me to wipe that look from his face. “Heaven in my mouth was last night.” Someone blows out a low breath, chuckling. I have to assume it’s Knox, but I don’t look away from Callum to find out.
His eyes flash with surprise, but he doesn’t speak.
Doubling down, I pull up an empty stool at the bar and say, “Sounds delicious, Emmett.”
“It’s like a sausage, egg and cheese biscuit, only it's on pancakes,” Emmett says, sliding a plate over to me.
When I take a bite, all the flavors hit me at once, and it’s really like heaven in my mouth. Have you ever had something so good your body just sings and rejoices? There’s a gospel choir in my mouth singing the praises of this damn delicious concoction.
Realizing the mood in the room has shifted, I look up and see the men’s hungry gazes on me. I want them. This. I just want it for longer than they want to give it to me, and I have to be okay with that.
A few nights of mind-blowing sex only to walk away from it and never experience it again? I have to talk to Lizzy about it, but need to figure out a way that doesn’t violate the NDA.
Stupid NDA.
“I have a question.”
“Yes, buttercup?” Knox says with his devilishly charming grin.
“Why the safe word last night?”
“Yes, Callum, why the safe word?” Knox turns his entire body to look at him.
Callum shoots a glance at Knox, who turns back to face me, pulling his lips.
I can’t help but smile before I look at Callum, who still isn’t speaking.
Jax enters the conversation. “Because he had plans for other things, but he lost control.”
“I didn’t!” Callum snaps.
Jax is clearly not as nervous speaking his mind as Knox is. “It’s okay to lose control every once in a while.”
Callum rolls his eyes.
“What else were you planning on doing?”
All the boys look at one another before Jax answers for the group. “We’ll save it for when you sign the papers. We don’t want to ruin the surprise.”
The kitchen falls into silence. After last night and some comments made, I’m beginning to think I’m in fact sexually vanilla, and they are some sort of delicious dark chocolate. And I do love dark chocolate.
It’s like that one time in my smut groups where I thought I read spicy books because there was a sex scene and they said cock and pussy two times, so I asked for more smut books and then HOLY FUCK.
I had no idea what smut was until I knew.
It’s like, hello cliff. Let’s take a free dive off of you.
Fortunately, my smutty social media groups were on point and enlightened me. They said, ‘Here. Hold my vibrator.’
Then.
Then I knew what smut was.
I feel like I’m reliving that situation now, thinking I was maybe a sexual milk chocolate, maybe like a white chocolate with a swirl, but now these guys... yeah. I’m vanilla as fuck.
When I finish my sandwich, but before I leave, I pull Jax aside.
In the craziness of last night, I misplaced the form I need to mark and sign, but I also wanted to clarify what I can and cannot say about last night.
While he’s met Lizzy, he doesn’t fully grasp the connection she has with my sex life, and she’ll be able to see right through any lie I try to tell her.
She’ll know I had sex, then put two and two together and come up with Callum, and if I try to deny it, she’ll only become a dog with a bone and not let go until she gets to the bottom of it.
Jax allows me to tell her—if she brings it up—that Callum and I had sex, but gives me strict guidelines on everything else. No mention of group play, the room, the rest of them, or the fact there’s even an NDA to begin with.
I understand why they have an NDA. They have a kink that few people understand, and they don’t want it getting out and staining their reputation in the business world.
Which speaking of, I’m curious how many pots they have their hands in.
I know of at least Vixen and Bo’s, but I feel like there are more.
All upscale, with a certain class to it, and they’re planning on something else.