Chapter 27 #2
"Hey, I'm all for a dick measuring contest," Leo said right back, unperturbed. "I'll slap it on the table right now." He stood up and started unbuckling his pants.
“Don’t take it out unless you’re planning to use it.” She giggled.
Kendrix didn’t say anything from his spot, just pulled out his knife and started spinning it on his finger.
“Same with you,” she said to him. He gave her a savage grin, but said nothing.
“So you told your friends about us? All of us?” Jack asked.
She nodded. “This morning, actually. It was quite the conversation.” Looking to Finn she declared, “not really diplomacy, more you all tick different buttons for me, but you are all sexy to me, and you all get me, and keep me wet.”
"Leo, sit down and stop being a prick," Finn sighed. "I heard your stomach rumbling earlier, so you're only spiting yourself by messing around."
"You're all just scared I'm the biggest," Leo smirked, zipping up and rebuckling his belt to sit down.
"What are you? Five?" Easton rolled his eyes.
"No one wants to listen to you peacocking," Carter told Leo. "Petra was about to tell us about her friends and what they think of the situation, so shut up and let us listen."
“So what did they say?” Jack pressed.
“Well,” she began, “after a bit it was really positive, but from the off they were...well, surprised I guess the word would be. Fiona...” She giggled.
“Was like, this is a cult, isn’t it?” She mimicked Fiona’s voice.
“And then Carlee and Vic were both wanting to know about dicks and sex and how naughty you guys are.” She blushed.
“But a girl can only kiss and tell so much.”
"But you told them there were seven of us?" Finn asked.
She nodded. “I did.”
"And they were just...cool with that?" Easton's voice made his disbelief clear. "They didn't even once question your sanity?"
She laughed. “I did say Fiona asked if it was a cult, right?” She looked at her sexy artist. “They were not super cool with it at first, or the fact that I told them we have had a standing Halloween date the past three years.”
“Makes sense. Normal girls in normal society,” Jack offered.
“Not normal, I mean they are my friends and clearly I’m not normal.
But more like it’s what’s expected of them.
One dude, maybe two to be scandalous. But Seven?
Carlee was all for it, but she’s a deviant like me.
” She giggled. “Vic and Fi are more reserved about it, and that’s okay, but they wanna meet you guys, make sure you’re not serial killers.
” She smirked and then snorted. “As if.”
"Uh...I think technically you only have to kill three people to qualify as a serial killer, so by that definition, we actually are serial killers," Carter pointed out.
"Awkward," Leo snorted. "Sorry, ladies, we're exactly the things you're worried about."
“And yet you’re more than that. All of you.” She looked to each of them in term. “And also, they are only worried because they have been conditioned to worry about those things.”
Emerson nodded. “Society thinks it’s bad so they have to look out for those things. It’s nice they are about you like that. If they were raised like us, it wouldn’t matter to them.”
She nodded. “I was teasing you guys. I know you are, and I don’t fucking care. I mean I get it, they are worried for my safety, but I’m not.”
"Even with that lunatic kicking about?" Leo pointed at Rix.
She nodded and licked her top lip, and he returned the favor before saying, “She loves all the things I do to her.”
“Yes, I do.” She winked.
“Sexy little deviant,” Emerson offered.
"I'm not sure I'd want to meet us in a dark alley," Carter laughed. "You have zero sense of self-preservation. It's as impressive as it is concerning."
“I mean...” She shrugged. “I don’t think it’s that. Don’t get me wrong, if any of you walked out of a dark alley and crooked a finger, I would be following you back into the darkness, but if someone else did? I would run. With you guys, it’s not self-preservation.”
"Please don't say it's destiny," Easton's nose scrunched up as he said it. "One of these idiots will start pretending to be Sean Connery and claiming there can be only one."
"And blood is a bitch to get out of the carpet," Finn agreed.
"No one is swinging swords with Brutus in the room," Carter said and Leo laughed.
"What about dicks? Can we swing those?"
"Again, are you five?!" Easton looked exasperated but was saved from saying anything else by the first course coming out.
“I’m not saying destiny at all,” she offered, winking at Leo’s cheeky words.
“And none of you are the Highlander. If anything, He Who Sleeps is the Highlander,” she offered as she picked up her fork.
“I am saying that even the first time, it didn’t feel like I was in danger with you. I told Emerson this.”
“She did.”
“And Leo.” She nodded to the lunatic across from her. “Standing there with the lot of you in your masks, it was daunting, and a bit frightening, but it felt like opportunity, and not like I was a hair’s breadth away from checking out for good. That feeling stuck with me.”
"It does kind of feel like there was something at work, though," Carter said thoughtfully. "I know a couple of us talked about it, but the odds of finding a woman in that moment who wouldn't freak the fuck out is astronomical. Billions to one."
“And yet here she is,” Rix said with a savage grin. “So we shouldn’t waste her...”
She didn’t want to think about them leaving for the holidays, to get permission for this to happen for real. In her eyes they were already forever and anyone that tried to stop that, she would hurt. She wasn’t losing them.
She smiled at her most volatile lover. “I don’t think you guys ever would.”
They finished eating in silence, each of them thoughtful and pensive, at least until the staff came in, took away their plates, brought in a cart filled with desserts, and then bowed to Emerson. “Happy birthday, sir. We will take our leave now. We will be back tomorrow for breakfast.”
“Thank you. And safe home,” he said as they closed the door. “Now the real fun can start.”
"I'm so fucking over plates." Leo shoved his aside with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Anyone else feel like eating some of that birthday cake from bare naked skin?"
“As usual you got the right idea, though...” He looked to her. “Only if she wants it.”
She nodded. “All of you?” She looked around the room.
"The table is certainly big enough," Finn said, sliding his plate away to the end of the table.
"I'll just put Brutus in our room," Carter chuckled, standing up and heading for the door, the enormous dog at his heels. "The last thing we want is for him to get the wrong idea and try to join in."
“Total drama,” Jack agreed. “Or worse, he might think we are hurting her in a bad way.”
"She does make some...interesting vocal choices in the throes of passion," Leo teased.
“Depends on how you play that instrument,” Rix said, his eyes on her.
"We all know I'm the musical maestro," Finn said.
"He does play me like a violin," she offered.
"Is that a challenge?" Emerson asked.
"If we've all got to take turns this might get pretty boring." Leo feigned a yawn. "How about we all just lick her at the same time and see what kind of sounds she makes?"
"Someone grab her. Look at her, she's all but vibrating in that seat. Bet she’s soaked that dress thru," Emerson said. "Toss her on the table..."
"Maybe not toss," Carter cautioned, re-entering the room. "First person to land her in the hospital for throwing her around on solid wood furniture gets a solid right hook from each of us."
Emerson chuckled and picked up a large pillow. “Better, Carter? I always enjoy my dessert presented to me on a silken pillow.”
Petra giggled and looked up at them all. Hungry gazes and high color in their cheeks. Guess the idea of her as dessert was really doing it for them. It was doing it for her.
"What do you say, Petra?" Finn took a long swallow of his wine. "You want to stand up and take that pretty dress off and let us eat off you?"
In response she did stand and untied the tie at her waist, letting the soft material slip from her body. She was naked, proudly, feeling both sexy and wanton with the looks on their faces directed at her.
“Sweet hell...” Emerson growled.
"Get on the table," Finn commanded softly as the others shoved platters of desserts aside to clear a space.
She climbed up, knee on the table as she heard Jack swear, sure he was getting an eyeful of how wet and needy she already was, and crawled over to where Emerson was still seated, the silk pillow in his lap. She turned so she was settled on her ass on the table in front of him. He grinned.
“Sitting that perfect ass on the table is not in the cards tonight,” he said and lifted the pillow. “Will someone please lift our little victim up so I can put the pillow down?”
"With pleasure." Leo lifted her up so that Emerson could slide the cushion underneath her, settling her back down gently.
“Would you look at this,” Emerson murmured. “So fucking perfect,” he said before grabbing her ankles and wrenching her legs apart. “She needs some sweet adornments...but nothing on that perfect pussy.” He looked up. “Agreed?”
"Whatever the birthday boy says," Finn said mildly.
"Agreed," Leo nodded righteously. "No sugar-induced yeast infections here, thank you very much."
"But chocolate everywhere else?" Carter said, more gleeful than she'd heard him in a while.
“Oh, go nuts...make sure she’s sticky with a lot of things,” Emerson said, heat in his eyes. “You ready to be our plate, sweet girl?”
She nodded, shaking softly with anticipation. “Any rules?” she asked.
"Do you think we need them?" Finn asked her. "Don't you trust us?"
“With everything,” she said. “I just didn’t want to hear that I get to be the plate and I can’t come.”