38. Slider
38
SLIDER
Audrey pulled the covers up, giggling as I ran my tongue down her body, circling her navel as I headed for the promised land. Fuck, I had her in bed for the last twenty-four hours and I didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon. I slid my fingers inside her tight pussy, stretching her for my cock. Not that she needed it at this point. I just liked to play with her sweet cunt.
“Slider,” she gasped, grabbing my ears since there was no hair for her to hold onto.
I threw her legs over my shoulders and lifted her ass, feasting on my favorite treat. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t let up when she started screaming or when her legs clamped down on my head and suffocated me. I was in paradise.
And I would have stayed there if it weren’t for the pounding of feet on my stairs. I cocked my head, wondering who in the hell would be stupid enough to interrupt my morning with Audrey.
I ducked out from under the covers, making sure my woman was still covered. “Don’t come in?—”
“Slider, where the fuck is breakfast?” IRIS asked, standing in the doorway like he owned the place.
“Excuse me, but do you not see me in bed with my woman?”
“Yeah, and?”
“And I’m busy right now.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “That’s great, but some of us need to be fed.”
“So have your wife feed you.”
“She’s not home.”
That was weird. I glanced at the clock. “It’s only seven in the morning. Where the fuck is she?”
He shrugged like he didn’t care. “The point is, I’m hungry and there’s no fucking food. You’re the cook around here.”
I was about to yell at him to leave when Audrey tossed the cover off her head. “Just make him breakfast. You know he won’t leave until he’s fed.”
IRIS grinned, pointing at my woman, which I took serious offense to. “I like her. She understands me.”
“Can you at least give us the room to get dressed? Or would you like to join us in bed?”
“Dude, I’m not Fox,” he spat, slamming the door behind him as he left.
“Now that he’s gone?—”
But before I could go back to what I was doing, Audrey stopped me, pulling her legs from my body. “Actually, we should just get up.”
“What? No, no getting up.”
“He’s just going to come in here again.”
“I’ll bolt the door.”
“And he’ll blow it up. You know he will.” She got up, walking completely naked over to the closet to grab a robe. She slipped her arms through and closed it in the front. “Might as well go downstairs and get this over with.”
I stormed out of bed and over to her, tearing the robe from her body. “Are you fucking kidding me? There is no way you’re going down there in a robe and nothing else.”
“Why? I live here, don’t I?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you can be naked under that with other men around here.”
She got that cocky look on her face right before she challenged me. “Aren’t I naked under my clothes?”
“No, you have underthings on.”
“Underthings,” she repeated, smiling at me.
“Yes, bras and underwear. Underthings.”
“And that would stop them from knowing what I look like more than a closed robe?”
I thought about it, and she was right. They could still figure it out. “I changed my mind. We’re going to start dressing you like the women in that show.”
I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the closet, searching for anything I could find that might fully cover her.
“That show? And what show would that be?”
“You know, the one we were watching last night. With the time traveler.”
She burst out laughing. “ Outlander ? You want me to dress like I’m in the 1700s?”
“Yes.”
“Not gonna happen.”
I shoved hanger after hanger aside, looking through the clothes we unloaded just yesterday. There had to be something in here that was suitable. “Don’t you have anything that doesn’t show off your tits and ass? Everything in here is revealing.”
“Sorry, I forgot my medieval costume in another time.”
“Wrong historical time period,” I muttered, continuing my search.
When I realized there was nothing I could possibly get her to wear, I walked over to my dresser and jerked the drawers open. “Until further notice, you are not to go anywhere unless you’re dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.”
“Seriously?” she snorted.
I shoved them at her, but she didn’t take them. They fell to the floor at her feet in a lump. “Nice try. Go make breakfast. I’ll be down in a minute.”
“But—”
She spun on me, pressing me against the dresser. “I’m sorry, did you want to see me naked again?”
I gritted my teeth, holding onto her waist and only barely keeping my nails from digging into her flesh. “I’ll be downstairs,” I muttered when it was clear I wasn’t getting anywhere.
I ignored the smug look on her face and threw the door open, stomping down the stairs. Except, when I got there, it wasn’t just IRIS in my kitchen. Thumper was there, along with Kavanaugh, Scottie Dog, Eli, Rae, Dash, Lock, Edu…hell, as I looked around, it was pretty much everyone from OPS in my living room, all of them talking over one another.
“Hey!”
But that didn’t get their attention.
I put my fingers to my mouth and whistled loudly, finally getting everyone to quiet down. “What the fuck is going on? Why is everyone here?”
Rae looked around and shrugged. “We’re hungry.”
“And you couldn’t get food at your own house?”
“No one’s home,” Red muttered.
That couldn’t be right. “Not a single woman is at home?”
“Or man,” Rae snapped.
“I didn’t realize you made Duke cook.”
“Make? No, he enjoys serving me. But he’s not there this morning.”
“And…so you all came here.”
They all nodded.
“And you didn’t find it odd that everyone is missing? You didn’t think about looking for them?”
“Hey, babe—” Audrey stopped talking as she bounded down the steps, holding the banister the whole way. “Um…I know I’m technically blind, but even to me, it looks like there’s a lot of people in this room.”
“No one’s home to make them food,” I snorted.
“So, they came here? Why didn’t you look for your wives?”
“And husband,” Rae interjected.
I grabbed Audrey’s hand and led her through the pack. “Alright, let’s go hunting. They have to be around here somewhere.”
“Wait, so we don’t get food?” Edu called out.
“I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes!”
“I’m hungry!”
“Screw them. Let’s just grab food here!”
But I wasn’t dealing with this. No way was everyone barging into my house on my first week with Audrey. I stomped across the property, cutting through yards until I was close to the OPS building. Everyone was trailing behind me, wondering where I was going because they were all too stubborn to find their own spouses.
“This is ridiculous! We could have eaten already!”
“Slider, you could have just made us breakfast!”
On and on it went, all of them complaining instead of worrying about the one thing that mattered. I rounded the corner of the building and stopped in my tracks at what I saw.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, uncomfortable as hell with what I saw.
“What are they doing?”
“Fuck, is that Fox?”
“What’s going on?” Audrey asked. “Is this some kind of…”
“Yoga. Fucking yoga,” I grumbled.
Fox and Spencer were at the front of the crowd of women, all contorted doing weird yoga moves, and every single wife—and Duke—were following along with them in the grass.
“Okay,” Thumper said slowly. “What’s going on here?”
“Only one way to find out.”
I marched forward, tugging Audrey with me. We reached the edge of the group where I tapped Jane on the shoulder. “What are you guys doing?”
“Shh,” she grinned, trying and failing to do the same pose as Fox and Spencer. “It’s yoga.”
“I know it’s yoga. Why the fuck are you all out here doing it?”
She gave me a funny look and stood on one foot, trying desperately to balance. “Have you seen Spencer? It’s our new entertainment around here. We saw him out here yesterday and?—”
IRIS stormed through, grabbing Jane and tossing her over his shoulder. “No woman of mine is going to do contortionist shit all to stare at another man.”
“Hey!” she screeched as he carried her away. “I was enjoying that!”
“Yeah, a little too much,” he grumbled, marching off with her.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This was too much. “Aren’t you going to stop them?” I asked all the men.
But they were too busy watching their women move their bodies in bendy ways.
“Stop them?” Thumper asked. “Why the hell would we stop them?”
“Because they’re ogling another man while doing it!”
Thumper shrugged. “What can it hurt?”
I turned to the crowd and snapped my fingers. “Don’t you see what’s happening here? They’re not just doing yoga.”
“Looks that way to me,” Lock smirked.
He had no idea what he was dealing with. “Don’t you get it? Spencer is the new version of the mechanic!”
That snapped them out of their lust-filled hazes and anger shot across their faces. It was like a herd of buffalo running me over as they stomped past me to get to their women. Chaos and screams ensued as the women were hoisted off their feet and carried off by their husbands.
All except for Rae. She stood beside me, grinning like a fool.
“Aren’t you going to stop him?”
“Why?” she asked, practically drooling over the way Duke was moving.
“Because he’s doing yoga!”
“And? I have nothing to worry about. I already have a mechanic.”