18. Vicki
Chapter 18
Vicki
“ W hat happened to your arm?” I pointed to the few stitches she didn’t try hiding.
“You already know my wardrobe is out to kill me with its many attempts.” She rolled her eyes. “I was trying to use my shoe closet that rotates like a Ferris wheel, and a fucking stiletto fell! Like how does that even happen? Anyway, I got the number of my doctor who repaired me for some at home care later tonight.”
“Your shoe was that sharp?” My eyes widened.
“Oh, they’re the glass heels with the fine tips that I wore for my Cinderella costume two years ago. They’ll cut a ho, and she’d never know.” She raised her arm. “As I’ve now learned.”
I laughed, grat eful to have her again. She brought me wine and chafing cream. I fucking loved her. We just sat down, the men bringing in all the things she brought for me. Luce went a move and beyond, so they were forced to carry in my things. Shopping bags lined their arms, so I gave her a curious look. "Speaking of wardrobes, these aren't my things."
"Ugh," she complained. "Tell me about it. I tried to tell the officer stationed at your house that we were working on something together that I needed to pick up. This motherfucker was a faithfully wedded man." She shivered in disgust. "So in short, he didn't like my advances and refused to let me in, but it gave me an excuse to go shopping!"
Her eyes were calculating, and it told me she was devising a plan to get back at the cop for rejecting her. Luce only flirted like that to get her way, but she hated not getting her way. I nodded my chin, knowing my bestie too well. "You're going to fuck his wife, aren't you?"
"I'm going to fuck his wife." Her determination broadcasted with her wicked grin. "He deserves it. I'm pretty."
"Pretty or petty?" When she saw my scowl, she elbowed me.
"Stop judging me."
"Who said I'm j udging?" I laughed. "Do you see a name tag on my chest that says Judy? Besides, pettiness isn't judgment, it's revenge."
She tried not to smirk but failed, letting her head fall into my shoulder. "Fuck, I've missed you the last few days. No one understands me like you."
"I blame childhood trauma." I shrugged, making her laugh again. "I blame the flowerpot incident."
Luce nearly rolled off the couch when I said that one because she knew exactly what incident I referred to. That was when the guys paused in the living room to see our spectacle. Talon lifted a brow in question, wondering what the hell we were talking about. Luce tried to shoo them and speak, but her voice kept inhaling too hard through half her words. "Don...worr...it is...bout...your...penis!"
"Luce!" I scalded her. My gaze swung their way. "She meant to stay it's NOT about your penis!"
None of them believed me. Luce finally picked herself off the floor and fixed herself. "Normally, this is where I'd throw random penis facts in to make you uncomfortable, but her embarrassment is what's making me fall apart."
My hands covered my face because I knew she'd tell them. "Oh hell."
"Do tell more." Leopold leaned against the wall, his eyes dropping to the ice pack between my legs. Yeah, the cold compression was a must after pissing off my coochie even more with what we did before Luce interrupted.
"What were we? Sophomores?" Luce reminisced.
I gave her a mean side-eye. "Shut up, you know we were. It was right before I was supposed to take the driving test for my license."
"Ah, that's right." She nodded before going back to the story. "I had to spend the weekend with my Pimp Pusher, and Vic knew how much I dreaded those weekends."
"Pimp Pusher?" Kage didn't know how to feel about that one. But...
"Ah, my bio mom. She acted like pushing me out of her vagina was the hardest thing she ever had to do and kept getting more money from my dad to 'handle' me. Anyway, I told her she was extorting me for cash because I attended a fucking boarding school during the week. Handling me made me call her my pimp because she pimped me out for more from my dad. He never checked in, just wrote more checks. Then when my body got a curve, she tried to sell me to a few of her guests." She waved that off, drinking her wine. When I saw the surprise and questions on the guys' faces, I took over . Her sexual trauma was not on the table tonight.
"Anyway, I came into the city after she kept sending me dark texts. I was supposed to stay at the school that weekend, but I pretended my dad wanted me home. I just had to be back in time for my driving test the next day, so I thought I could swing it."
"Wait, why did you go home if you hated it?" Talon asked Luce.
She rolled her eyes and flopped back dramatically against the couch. "Family portrait. The painter demanded everyone be there instead of having our pictures to make our lives difficult."
"People really do those?" Leopold pulled a face.
"Welcome to the rich world. We pose for ten hours to have a creation our mothers just bitch about not looking young enough or skinny enough in."
"Mmm!" I held a finger up while drinking to add something. "My stepmother still complains that our first 'family photo' made her forehead too big. She griped and griped until the poor guy finally did a face swap on someone else’s head shape with her features," I snorted. "That rotten bitch has no idea I kept the original just to piss her off one day."
She laughed but raised her hands to bring the focus back. "Anyway, back to the first story. Though, I'm sure more detours are coming." Luce clasped her hands. "During our posing, my mother had to stretch. She sat by the window and hit a potted plant on the ledge. We all ran then to see what would happen because we were on the third floor of her brownstone. It hit a random stranger."
"Yup. And later that day, she texted me she had something funny to tell me, but I had to text back that a flowerpot fell on my head, and I was in the hospital for a concussion. I then asked what her funny story was." I gestured for her to tell her end.
"I did the dot dot dot thing before confessing rather than shit talking like I planned. I said, ‘... my mother hit her window plant, and it fell on someone's head. Where did your plant happen?’” Luce let the humor roll through her.
"I let her know outside her building, but I didn't know it'd been her house that dropped it. Anyway, my dad had to come collect me, and he was pissed that I came into the city. He had plans that I interrupted and ruined by needing care after my concussion the Pimp Pusher gave me."
The three didn't know if they should laugh, worry or kill by the end of the story. We probably made it funnier than it was because that's what we did with our trauma. Humor was a defense mechanism, but it also made life fun. Luce waved them to leave, seeing their confusion like me. "You can carry on. We're just going to keep bullshitting as I ask her who was better."
Their new shock was priceless, so I hid my grin against my glass. They didn't know what to do after hauling in all my new stuff, so they went to the kitchen and began cooking together. Well, that was a sexy sight, and Luce seemed to enjoy it too.
"Gurlll, how the hell did you land three of them? And can we talk about how hawt they all are?"
"They kidnapped me, and I might've...moaned." I tried to keep that last bit private, but she heard.
"That's my dark romance bestie!" She raised her glass. "Here's to you living the literal dream so many of us have!"
I clinked against it. "Seriously, it's better than the books. They punish me, they adore me, and they fuck me constantly. Hence the one phone call they finally gave me."
"And you allow more than one to touch you, but you're still against two girls and one guy?"
"I don't share," I reminded her. "All of them only focus on me, and it nearly makes me cum when we begin. If they started looking at you instead..."
"I get it, honey. I was only teasing. Sort of. If you gave me the green light, I would've jumped at it because day-um! They’re finer than fine." She let her gaze follow Talon's ass in his fitted jeans that showed how round and muscular it was. "Who has the biggest? Who has the best other skills? And how are we making this permanent for you?"
"Kage is the most endowed, and his pussy licking skills are unmatched. I call him Alpha in the bedroom, and I'm his Little Omega. Talon loves any excuse to discipline me, and it works me up like something unreal. I get brattier with him than the others, and I call him Daddy. He coos in my ear about being his Little Diva." I bit my grin, watching Luce's pupils blow at the idea. I leaned in closer to hide this next part. “Leopold is something I've never encountered outside of books and porn. He's a cuckold. He loves to watch them ruin me then fuck me in their mess. He even cleans me after, and that aftercare is unmatched!"
"You fucking bi tch." Luce giggled before drinking more. "God, I love this for you. It's about time karma gave you what you deserve, but you didn't answer me about how to make this permanent."
"I can't." I lifted my shoulders in defeat. "Talon let me know he'd never want a relationship. Plus, with the ransom, I can't just show up here right after. People might get suspicious."
Luce didn't like that answer just like my heart didn't. She knew me better than myself, so she could tell I had already began falling for them. Whether it be a honeymoon phase or real, I didn't want to call it quits before finding out. "Maybe he'll change his mind."
"I highly doubt that," I whispered.
Just then, Talon brought in two plates of food. He smirked when Luce purred. "And they cook?"
"That's Leo's wheelhouse," Talon answered. "We only helped prep because you took what we'd rather be doing." Yeah, he sent me a wink.
"Careful, I might have to call you men predators," she said not knowing Kage's interests in primal play. I still hadn't experienced that with him, but I hoped to soon. After I spent the next day not doing anything.
Kage growled in the kitchen, swearing at her for making him think about chasing me down. Her eyes widened. "Oh, god! He's into primal, isn't he?"
"Wouldn't you if that's what you were hunting?" Talon referred to me, making me blush. Luce pinged her gaze between us, thinking thoughts that wouldn't help. Before he left, he placed his hands on his hips. "We were also talking about maybe taking you on a real date. We can go a few towns over on some backroads to avoid any eyes. You up for a night out?"
"With the three of you?" The bewilderment of the idea struck me stupid.
"I think you've learned we wouldn't do it any other way." He scratched his head like he needed to contradict his previous words. “But I did think about taking you somewhere just the two of us the next night, if you’re up for a little fun.”
That's when he chose to strut away. Luce let her eyes follow him. "I don't know, Vic. I think he just might change his mind."
"He said this could only be a fling."
"And he just as ked you on two dates! One with him and one with his two best friends," she scoffed. "You can't declare that as anything else but interest."
"Do you remember how many men you thought would either be good for me or I'd spend forever with?" I raised the question to see her readjust. "You're as accurate as a Magic 8 Ball."
"You suck." She stuck her tongue out at me.
"Yeah, well, you suck more... for less." And to that, we fell into another fit of laughter before eating together and enjoying the rest of our night. She even managed to buy me a few books, if a moment arose for some alone time. I didn't see it happening because we only had a few days left together. When she had to leave, I joined Leopold in his bed, and he massaged my whole body. Even though he got hard, he never touched me because he wanted me to heal.
Fuck, I was falling in love.