Chapter 75
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
C ould the man dressed as the warlord from Warlord from Hell be Moon? Larissa gave Killyama’s question a fleeting thought before having to admit that, as much as she wanted the fake warlord to be Moon, it wasn’t.
“I wish.” Disappointed, she tore her gaze away from the warlord and looked back to Killyama. “Moon wouldn’t go to the effort. When I pressured him about what he was wearing, he finally decided on sweatpants and a hula hoop. He didn’t think anyone would go to any trouble over their outfits. That’s why I was coming as a bad Sandy.”
Killyama became piercingly direct. “Dump his dumb ass.”
“Maybe he didn’t know,” she hazarded to guess. “He isn’t living with The Last Riders anymore and wasn’t aware how all-out everyone was going to be.”
“Either that or the conniving motherfucker didn’t want any of the other brothers sniffing after you while he was working.”
“Moon trusts me. He knows I wouldn’t cheat on him.”
“That’s your second mistake.”
Larissa kept her face straight as she saw Train come up behind Killyama to listen.
“What was my first?”
“Falling in love with him right off the bat just because you had sex. No one is that go—”
Train took a step forward, sliding an arm around her waist.
Larissa would have burst out laughing, but she was afraid Killyama would kill her right after she took her husband out.
Surprised at being grabbed from behind, as she turned around, Killyama reacted by throwing her arm in an attempt to smash Train in the face with her elbow. Luckily, Train must have expected the reaction, catching her arm mid-air and using her momentum to propel Killyama behind the bar counter. Pinned on three sides with the bar counter on one side, and the liquor wall on the other, she was maneuvered to the wall at the end of the bar.
Seeing Train going down for a kiss and Killyama not stopping him was like discovering your idol had feet of clay. Damn, if a mighty warrior like Killyama could be brought down with a kiss, what chance did she have to bring Moon to his knees? Secretly aspiring to have the confidence and assertiveness which Killyama had an overabundance of, she hoped some of it would rub off on her.
Eh … even the strongest warriors needed a night off.
When the kissing started getting touchy-feely, Larissa moved slightly away from the bar to give them some privacy.
Glancing toward the front door, she wondered what was taking Moon so long. He’d been working with Train; wouldn’t they have gotten off at the same time?
Unless …
Larissa worried at her bottom lip, skimming her eyes over the crowd to a covered head in the middle of the room.
Could the warlord be Moon? She had thought his gray sweatpants influencer idea was crazy. Was it to throw her off?
But why keep his identify a secret?
Navigating her way through the crowd, she saw the warlord was talking to the Phantom of the Opera. If she could get close enough to hear, she would recognize Moon’s voice.
“Hi, Larissa?”
“Hi, Lily.”
Dressed in all white, Lily was easily recognizable, despite the mask. Long black hair fell to the middle of her back. She carried herself with the grace of a model and had the height and beauty which made Lily stand out, regardless of how many beautiful women were around.
“You look lovely tonight,” Larissa complimented her.
“Thank you. I wouldn’t have recognized you if Winter hadn’t told me. You look beautiful.”
“Thanks to Killyama. She hooked me up.”
Drawn into conversation with Lily about going on a shopping trip and lunch with Killyama and her sister, Beth, when they were available, Larissa agreed, letting Lily continue to talk while she tried to listen to the warlord and the phantom. So far, the only one talking was the phantom …
“All right, it’s settled then.”
Realizing too late that Lily was walking off and she had inadvertently agreed to a girls’ day out without paying attention to the date, she figured she would have to call Lily tomorrow to find out when.
She twisted to the side and moved around a woman who was dressed like Cat Woman without the ears and another in a sequin gown that reflected the lights from the ceiling. Lowering her gaze at the glare coming off the shimmering gown, she accidentally plowed into a hard body coming from the other direction.
“Excuse”—she instantly became tongue-tied at seeing she had bumped into the warlord—“me.”
She hoped to hear his voice but was disappointed when he only nodded his head.
The warlord’s hands had come to her forearms in reflex when she stumbled into him. Expecting him to release her, she frowned as she tried to look through the mesh of his mask to at least determine his eye color. It was a useless endeavor.
Biting her lip, she took a chance. “Is that you, Moon?”
The gloved hands on her arms tightened.
Was that a yes or a no? Couldn’t he talk in that getup?
Before she could ask again, someone dressed like a pirate came up to the warlord, hitting him on the shoulder.
“Cool costume, Moon. You seen Wizard? He blocked my car, and Willa’s ready to go.”
Stunned that the town’s preacher was dressed as a pirate at The Last Riders’ clubhouse, and his wife was there, too, she reexamined everyone she had met in town since she had moved here. Was everyone in town a Last Rider or joining?
The warlord shook his head yet pointed off in the distance.
“Thanks, anyway.”
The town’s preacher took off in the direction Moon had pointed.
“What happened to the gray sweatpants?” she hissed, trying to keep her voice low. “If you didn’t want to come with me, you just should have said so.” Hurt, she jerked herself free of Moon’s arms. Spinning around, she then found herself caged in by the massive amount of partygoers who were still coming through the door. She squeezed past one masked man, who nearly took her out with his long, pointed nose, and found herself hemmed in at the bar.
Killyama studied her face then looked behind her. “You find out who he is?”
“Moon.”
Killyama’s face filled with disappointment. “Damn. I was hoping it was someone I didn’t know.”
“Where’s Train?”
“I sent him on a beer run. Listen …”
Warily, Larissa didn’t trust the way Killyama was staring at her.
“One good deed deserves another, right?”
“Depends on what it is,” she cautiously agreed.
“Hook me up with that warlord costume tomorrow, and we’re even. Cool?”
“You’ll have to ask Moon. I’m not talking to him.”
“Why not?” Killyama put her hand up when she started to explain. “Never mind. I don’t care. I want to borrow that outfit for Train. There’s no need to be selfish. It’s not like I’m asking for Moon to come with it.”
“You can have both of them,” she offered angrily.
A hand came around her arm, pulling her away from the bar. Unable to break away from the hard grip, she found herself in the kitchen.
The room was less packed, but the door was blocked with people standing around.
“Let go, Moon.” Furious at him, she was about to kick him when Puck walked through the swinging door.
“Keller?”
Everyone’s attention swerved to Puck.
“He’s not in here,” someone called out. “I saw him going upstairs an hour ago.”
Using the opportunity to jerk free of Moon’s hold and seeing a door to the side open, she took her chance that it was another way back into living room with Moon blocking the kitchen door and the rest blocking the backyard door.
Thankfully, she had slowed enough that she didn’t break her neck when there were steps and not another room like she had expected.
When she reached the bottom step, she recognized where she was immediately. The Last Riders used this basement area as a workout room. Killyama had opened the door one day when during a prenatal visit to show where she worked out. She hadn’t gone inside, which was why she hadn’t recognized the stairs.
The basement was pitch dark.
“What in the ever-loving hell?” Lamenting to the empty basement, she turned around, preparing to go back upstairs, but froze upon hearing footsteps coming down.
She would be damned if she was going to let him talk himself out of this one.
Frantically, she gingerly moved around the area, trying to find a place to hide. If she was lucky, she would find another door.
Walking with her hands held out, she came to some kind of metal pole. Skirting it, she started moving faster, hearing Moon’s footsteps hit the tiled floor of the basement. When she moved forward, her knee bumped into something.
Leaning down, she rubbed her knee. Then, putting out her hand again, she realized she must have bumped into a low table.
She used her hand to guide her as she moved around it. Then, straightening herself, she took another wary step forward, only to go flying.
“ Oof !” she muttered out loud. Expecting to find herself sprawled out on the floor, it was a relief to find herself sprawled out on what felt like a couch.
She quickly bounded up, determined not to talk to him. However, her quick movement sent her crashing into Moon and sending them both falling back onto the couch.
To be fair, from Moon’s startled grunt, he was just as surprised as her.
“Get off, you big goon.” Her hand flew up, about to pound him on his shoulder.
Had she lost her mind? What was she doing? If she left, was she ready to hand him over to those women upstairs without a fight? Her mama hadn’t raised no fool. Nor was she going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She had secretly been lusting over the warlord from the first episode she had watched.
Circling his shoulders, she pulled him back down, as he had been attempting to lift himself off her.
Moon must have had enough, because he tried again to get up.
Clinging to him, she tried to think of something to get him to stay other than having to come right out and apologize.
“How do you want me to please you tonight?” she purred, sliding her hand over his chest and finding the top button. “I can give you any pleasure you desire, Warlord.”
Moon stiffened over her. Then, when he rose up to a sitting position, she felt the thigh next to her tense as if he were getting ready to rise from the couch.
Swiftly, she beat him to it, sliding off the couch and maneuvering between his legs, her hands going to his thighs to stop him.
As she lightly massaged the firm muscles under his costume, her breath hitched in her throat. If she had known throwing herself at Moon’s feet had this effect, she would have done it long before.
“I seek to give you the ecstasy only I can.” Sliding her massaging hands upward, she brushed over the hardness of Moon’s cock. Leaving one hand rubbing over his hardness, she used the other to unbutton his pants.
On her knees, she leaned forward, her mouth finding the flesh she had uncovered. An unintentional soft moan escaped her at the heady excitement she was experiencing at having Moon under her control.
Caressing her way to his cock using her tongue, she inhaled his male scent. She had never wanted Moon more. If he was cheating on her, she was going to make sure no one would be able to live up to the ecstasy only she could give him. Wasn’t that how the warlord’s women felt?
She sucked the head of Moon’s cock into her mouth, and the soft texture over the hard steel underneath fueled her desire. At his sudden grunt, she strove to make him lose complete control.
Running her tongue down the length of his cock, she lowered her head further, taking as much of him as she could. She raised her head, then went down again, over and over, taking more of him each time.
Her body was on fire, but when Moon’s hand went to her breast, she pulled it away. She wanted it to be all about him. What only she could do for him.
Under her tongue, she felt his cock begin to strain. She removed her mouth at his groan, and her hand went to his cock to stroke him into a release. Dipping her head to his thigh, she ran her tongue down the sensitive area until she came to the fleshly part. Nipping the skin between her teeth, she felt him jump. She pressed him down so he couldn’t jump off the couch, and soothed the small bite.
Losing herself in wanting to give Moon sexual pleasure that would make any warlord envious, she felt a rush of satisfaction at hearing the sounds of his breathing deepen then become harsher as his excitement increased. She had never really been into it before when Moon had initiated role playing, but his costume had taken her to another realm.
From the way he was thrusting his hips into her mouth, Moon had lost his own sense of reality. His thrusts became more urgent, driving his cock further in her mouth. Passionately, she accepted him, fully immersed in the role of pleasing the warlord.
“Come, my warlord,” she crooned, running her tongue up the underside of his cock.
She would have sworn Moon stopped breathing as his cock swelled longer and harder before he lost whatever control he had been holding on to with her. She held him in her mouth until his climax played out and ragged groans tore from his throat.
She released Moon’s cock, then placed her hands on his thighs to lift herself up. “Did I please you, Warlord?” she whispered seductively.
In response, she felt cold metal slide around her neck.
A rush of heat filled her when she heard the snap of the lock clicking in place.
With a giggle, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “I’m going to use the restroom and tell Killyama good night. I’ll meet you at the bar.”
She got to her feet and turned in the darkness. Barely remembering the table in time, she went sideways, her foot hitting a hard object. Instinctively, she jerked her foot back then gingerly toed the area, finding nothing in the way.
She headed in the direction where she could see a stray beam of light toward the ceiling until she finally found the steps. Practically bouncing up them, she entered the kitchen, seeing it was full.
She walked through the swinging door that led into the living room and almost let the door hit her in the face at the orgy displayed before her very eyes. In fact, the only ones not having sex were Killyama and Train, who were sitting at the bar, talking.
Killyama met her stunned gaze with a shrug. “You get used to it.”
Not in a million years , she thought.
The urgent need hitting her bladder had her lowering her eyes to make her way across the room instead of running out the back door.
About to die of embarrassment, she had to tap The Last Rider wearing the beak nose mask to move to the left so she could access the restroom.
Whoever he was didn’t complain about her interrupting, merely sliding the woman he was having sex with against the wall and continuing to thrust inside of her.
With the noises going on, on the other side of the wall, it took a couple of minutes before she managed to relieve herself.
She washed her hands, all the while admiring the warlord’s necklace, and wished wholeheartedly that she had told Moon she would meet him at home instead of having to navigate her way back through that orgy fest again.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves then left the restroom.
Larissa was sure her face was bright red before she made it back to the bar. At least she could stand with her back to the room and pretend Jesus wasn’t having sex with Saffron just a few feet away.
“It’s become rowdy since I left.” She liked to think she had an open mind, but darn, she wished the door were a little less open until she left.
Killyama’s lips twitched. “You could say that. It was only tame when you were here earlier because Lily was here. Winter and Willa usually aren’t far behind her.”
She was relieved she wouldn’t accidentally see them having sex and be unable to look them in the eyes again. She didn’t want to imagine how hard it would have been to have lunch with Lily, and then go shopping.
“Where’s Moon?” Train asked, turning in his seat to face her.
“He should be here any second.”
Killyama pointedly stared at her neck. “Cool necklace.”
“There he is.” Train saved her from having to say anything.
She looked toward the kitchen doorway, which she had expected Moon to come from, but found it empty. Twisting her neck back toward Train and Killyama, she saw them staring at the front door instead.
Grabbing the counter of the bar to keep herself from falling off the bar stool, she felt a dizzying sensation when she saw what Moon was wearing—exactly what he’d said he was going to wear—gray sweats and a cap. About to pass out, she then saw the hula hoop in his hand.
Horrified, she looked away when Moon waved at her, making his way toward her, Larissa unintentionally locked eyes with Killyama’s.
“Someone has some explaining to do.”