Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
EILY
“I’m craving potato chips and dick.”
I gotta give it to them. They kept me distracted. All day, I was a pumpkin carving machine.
But now?
Something’s up.
The sun started to set, and everyone made silly excuses to leave the tent. All that remains are me, three dozen carved pumpkins, and Blair, setting candles inside them.
“You want to tell me what they’re up to, or should I just wait here for the surprise?”
“Hmm?”
She won’t look at me. It screams guilt.
I sit on a picnic table, my legs swinging. I just packed my Dremel away, and now I’m bored—and convinced.
“I know Silas is up to something. Just tell me so I won’t ruin it.”
“Uh,” Blair laughs. “ That ruins it.”
“Just please tell me it’s kinky, and I’ll be happy. I’m ovulating, and I can tell. I’m craving potato chips and dick. ”
She chuckles. “Is that what it feels like? I wouldn’t know. I’ve been on the pill since I was seventeen.”
“Oh, bet your favorite vibrator, you can feel it. Once I stopped using the patch, poor Silas. I had to cut my fingernails because I started shredding his back every time we fucked. Now I know why they make all those maneater songs about women. If I’m not craving his cock, I want to run five miles, cry, scarf down Pringles, or organize my spice rack.”
Blair falls on a furry bean bag chair, laughing harder. “Poor Beau and Colton. That’ll be me in a few months.”
“Oh!” I perk up. “Are you gonna try, too?”
“Yeah. Right before our wedding, I think I’ll stop the pill. It’s a long story, but Colton really has baby fever. So does Beau.”
“And you?”
She pushes her glasses back up her nose. I love Blair’s look: sexy librarian. I love her curves, too.
Not that I don’t like my little Tinkerbell body.
I mean … if you got it, haunt it. That’s your spell.
“Yeah,” she answers. “Stacey told me today you’re never really ready for anything. That’s the beauty of life. It’s predictably surprising.”
“She’s half right. I mean. I’m surprised by my life. I fantasized about Silas in high school but never dreamed he’d be my husband.” I twist my lips. “I lie. I did dream it. I just didn’t expect it. Same goes with this. I dream about being a mom. But I can promise you … I am SO damn ready for tonight.”
I hop off the table. “Come on, just give me a little hint. After all we’ve done this week, what’s left? A graveyard gangbang? A fright night of masked fucks? The forbidden Addams family? ”
Blair shivers. “Eww. No. My sister worships Wednesday Addams, and that’s a hard pass.”
“Then what are they doing to me? Everyone who hasn’t hosted a trick or been a treat came up with sad excuses. I mean, really? Zar, Nick, and Luke are suddenly too tired? Please. Those guys have constant heat in the meat. So, what does that leave Silas to do? It’s his trick night, which means I’m the trick again.”
Blair purses her lips.
She won’t crack.
And I won’t make her the guilty party who does.
So, I plop beside her and rest my head on her shoulder. “Hopefully, we can get knocked up together. Cade and Charlie are done. Stacey and Scarlett are taking a break. It’d be nice to have a pregnancy pal.”
“I heard your ankles swell.”
“I heard my tits will finally swell.”
“I heard you get hemorrhoids.”
“I heard you get hornier.”
Her body shakes with laughter beside mine. “Oh my god, that’s a combo from hell. I am going to need an expectant vag to vent to.”
“Alright, where’s our sassy Whoraween?” Suddenly, Cade charges into the tent. “You’re coming, literally, with us.”
She’s followed by our Cunty Coven: Charlie, Stacey, Scarlett, and Blair’s already rising with them.
“Well, it’s about damn time.” I stand, too. “My pussy was getting parched with impatience.”
“Here.” Charlie shoves a full water tumbler in my hand. “Drink, pee, and then shower. You know the drill.”
I salute. “Yes, Sergeant Squirt.”
Playfully, she smacks my ass while they lead me out of the tent. I start sucking down electrolytes because, one: this ain’t my first orgy; two: UTIs are a special hell; and, three: I want to be in top shape for this.
I’m conjuring Simone Biles. I’m going for a gold medal vault with a round-off, back handspring into two flips in a pike position, landing with a perfect mount on Silas’s donkey dick.
Just please don’t let me break it again.
While they drink wine and giggle in the dressing room, I shower. They make me do it with the curtain open so they can watch.
Yeah, it starts to heat my oven.
With the way Scarlett looks at me, she’s getting heated, too.
Then Stacey gives me a blow. With a hair dryer. Not the other fun kind.
“Honey,” she coos, “this brings back my beauty queen days. How should we fix all this gorgeous long hair?”
“Down to her waist,” Cade insists. “It makes Silas feral.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Sometimes, if it’s down and I’m lying on my hair while we’re fucking and I sneeze or something, I can get whiplash.”
Blair about falls over on the vanity countertop, laughing. “Whiplash from a wienering? It’s too good. Why don’t you cut it?”
“Yeah,” Cade suggests. “I love having short hair. Redix thinks it’s sexy.”
“Because,” I share, fascinated by Stacey doing something fancy with a round brush, giving my ends some curl, “I’ve been growing it out since high school. Since the day Silas saved me from those boys.”
Stacey flicks off the dryer.
All jaws drop .
All eyes fall on me.
Charlie asks gently, “Eily, are you serious? All these years? That’s why your hair is so long?”
“Yeah. It’s my tribute to Silas.”
“Does he know?” Cade asks.
“Of course. That’s why he loves it so much. Did you notice his leather necklace and the glass bead on it? Look closely. It’s a lock of my hair trapped in the glass. I made it for him.”
“Stop it.” Scarlett stomps, throwing her chin up and blinking back tears. “That is too damn sweet. Y’all are like a fairytale, and my ovary just burst. Luca’s gonna shoot right through my diaphragm tonight and get me pregnant again.”
I’m feeling the fairytale, too.
Dare, I pray it actually comes true tonight.
“Can one of you witches just tell me what’s happening?”
Cade leans down, kissing my cheek. “Quit asking, my little witchy poo. It’s a surprise.”
“Well, I’m getting fucked by Silas. I know that.”
Every pair of eyes darts away, admiring the boring white walls of the dressing room.
“What?” I blurt. “Are there more? Are all the guys gonna?—”
“No!” Charlie hollers, half-laughing. “No way. No sexorcism for you. You’re all Silas’s tonight.”
“Phew.” I slump in my chair. My heart was racing there for a second. “I mean, I loved it when we did it before. Remember when I had to put my foot down with Silas on our first New Year’s cruise? When I had to insist on my double dose with Daniel?” Charlie nods, smiling. “Yeah. Fun times. But now, I only want Silas. ”
“Well, you’re gonna get him,” Cade assures. “And then some.”
They laugh with sweet delight, and I love them. Our cunty coven is a potion that would cure any heartbreak.
Even if it doesn’t happen tonight, I just know. I just trust.
I’ll be okay.
If you have love, you can make it through anything.
In a giddy whirl, my hair is done. Then Blair does my makeup, all fairy-to-be-fucked style: my lips petal pink, my lashes touching my brows.
Cade hands me long, white cashmere socks and my Docs to lace on. I’m naked in them before Scarlett makes me stand, slowly slipping a sheer, white lace babydoll over my frame.
It’s innocent, I’m not, and that makes it sexy. My nipples are already excited, but Scarlett surprises me, leaning down to lick them through the lace, and I softly gasp.
Dear God. Goddess. Halloween deities of dicks and dark holes. Whoever. Please. I’m so damn ready for my fucking surprise.
“Now, now,” Stacey purrs at Scarlett. “You’re not supposed to eat our treat yet.”
“Yes, you can,” I sigh. “My beaver buffet is wide open.”
Blair giggles while Scarlett insists, kneeling before me. “Well then. Just a little taste.”
It silences the room, energy shifting from play to passion.
The other women lean against the vanity, watching. They’re dressed in the black silk pajama tops and bottoms I gifted to all guests, each monogrammed for them. But now I notice some tops are unbuttoned, glimpses of cleavage tempting me.
So, I stand in the middle of the room, letting this happen to me.
This whole night can happen to me.
I trust.
I love.
I hope.
With a tender, teasing lick, Scarlett laves her warm tongue over my clit, and I gasp, wanting to fist her flaming hair, but I don’t. I keep surrendering as she does it again. And again. And again, while I stare at Blair, who’s opened her shirt. She’s proudly pinching her nipples and chewing her lip, watching us.
When Scarlett flutters her tongue over my sensitive nub, I moan, staggering back.
“Okay,” Charlie rises, but Scarlett doesn’t. “She’s almost ready.”
From a black box, Charlie lifts a long white fur cape. I almost can’t focus on the breathtaking garment while my pussy is getting licked to delight.
Standing behind me, cloaking me in luxe faux fur, Charlie fastens the gold buttons, securing the soft, warm cape over my body before she reaches inside it, pinching my erect nipples, twisting and tugging while Scarlett sucks my clit.
“Oh god, y’all,” I sigh. “Is this what we’re doing? Please? All five of you will have me first?”
Cade coos, “Patience.”
Gently, Scarlett retreats. So does Charlie. They grin, their cheeks flushed while they take sips of wine.
But I stammer. I’m so aroused. “So … so … what now?”
Cade answers, “So, now we take you to where you started.”
“Where I started ?”
“Where you and Silas started. As a married couple.”
I cock my head. “Our dock? Where we tossed my shoe in the water on our wedding day?”
“Yes, our Cinderella,” Charlie replies, her smile sparkling. “Tonight is your next ritual.” She pauses. “Your fertility ritual.”
What?
Is this for real?
After all my lonely journaling, spicy romance novels, “educational” porn, and believing books about manifesting my destiny, it actually worked ?
“I’m gonna be ritually fucked?”
Wait.
That didn’t sound right.
“I mean,” I babble. “In a good way? In a hot and kinky and sweet and spiritual way?”
“You know, a week ago,” Blair chuckles, “I wouldn’t have believed that emotion potion was possible. But after this week with the seventeen of us? Yeah. That’s exactly what we are. Spiritually salacious. Sinfully sweet. Se?—”
“So fucking late,” Charlie interrupts, glancing at her watch. “Sorry to end the soliloquy, but we have very horny men and a ritual waiting.”
I rub my naked thighs together. “But I’m not wearing panties.”
Cade laughs, “Since when do you wear panties? You hate them.”
“Tonight,” I beam. “I want to. I want it to feel different. To feel special.”
“Here, my sweet.” Stacey hands me the white lace fluttery pair matching my babydoll slip. “Put these on. They’ll be like honey to horny bees.”
“Hang on.” Blair turns to her makeup carrier, opening the jewelry drawer. “I have something, too.” She lifts a pair of dainty nipple clamps, pearls dangling from their ends. “Do you like these?”
I bite my lip, nodding.
So she does the honors.
Lifting my away cape, then sliding my thin lace aside, she leans down, sucking my nipple, still wet from Scarlett’s mouth, gently biting it too until it pebbles between her teeth.
“Yes,” I moan.
With a grin, she lifts away, carefully securing the gold clamp over my nipple, slowly adjusting the tension on it until I groan. Until it’s the perfect, pleasuring pinch.
“Good?” she asks.
I nod, relishing how she prepares my other nipple, too.
By the time she’s done, my nipples sing with sensation, the pearls on the clamps dangling with exquisite weight, making my pussy slick with thirst.
“She looks so hot, so ready to share,” Scarlett practically growls at the sight of me. “We gotta start because I’m dying.”
“Same,” Stacey adds.
I readjust my slip and cape before Cade takes my hand, leading me out of the honeywagon. My women, my coven for tonight, follows us, and I have to will my feet to work, thankful for my trusted Docs because my thighs are already weak with desire.
On our path through the camp, I glance around. Shocked. Delighted. Overwhelmed to see what they’ve done .
Real ivory taper candles drip. Their wax pouring down tall iron stakes in the ground. Their ancient glow illuminating our path. The jack-o-lanterns we carved today decorate the platforms of every darkened tent.
It’s the only light I see, taking my breath away.
“Did Silas do all this?”
“All the men did this for you .”
Cade squeezes my hand. Our feet crunch over leaves fallen on sand and pine needles, following the long, winding path to the water.
I glance back at my friends and beg, “Will someone take a picture of the camp? It’s so pretty; I gotta put it on Pinterest.”
Stacey chuckles while Blair promises, “We got ya covered. Don’t worry.”
“Where are the men?” I ask.
“You have to find them,” Scarlett teases.
“What?”
“Shhh.” Cade tugs my hand through the dense forest, lanterns left along the twisting trail lighting the way. “No more talking. The ritual starts soon.”
Normally, that’s an impossible task. Me, not talking. Me, not blurting.
I can’t control my mouth, and most of the time, why should I? I was silenced for too many years.
But tonight … yes … this feels special.
Sacred.
The cool night air thrills the small peeks of my flesh not kept warm by this mythical white fur cape. The smell of pines, autumn leaves, and the salty air of the island wafts my senses. Our footsteps softly clomp in our procession down the long, wooden dock.
We don’t need lanterns out here .
The light of the full moon shimmers like diamonds over inky water. It’s the most ethereal yet eerie sight.
Then I notice an unlit lantern beside a white velvet cushion on the center of the dock, a sleek black box with a gold ribbon sitting beside it.
Cade leads me to the cushion. Charlie guides me, telling me to kneel on it, facing the water. Gently, she reaches between my naked thighs, easing them apart like I’m opening to the water before me.
“Close your eyes,” Cade soothes, and I obey, drawing in a stuttering breath.
Though my pulse races, I’m relaxed. Though I’m not sure, I know. Though I’m a little scared, I trust.
I hear them murmur. I hear them shuffle. I hear the golden ribbon over the black box whisper free. They’re lifting something from the box, its gift tissue rustling.
Water sloshes against the floating dock, the current making it gently bob. In the distance, a barred owl calls, followed by a gentle splash in the water. It could be a fish, a dolphin, or a gator.
I’m not worried.
Me and Mother Nature got this.
I’m wet with anticipation.
“Eily Van de May?”
Cade’s sultry rasp coaxes my name.
With eyes closed, I answer, “Yes?”
“Tonight, you will complete an opening ritual with all of us. You will see love, feel love, and receive love. May it open you to even more life to come.”
She pauses, pulling away as I murmur, “I love Halloween.”
“Now … open your eyes and turn around.”