25. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Evie
“ J esus fucking Christ,” I mumble under my breath. I grip Brixon’s hand tighter, to stop myself from crumbling to the floor as I bend over to pick up my earing. It fell out on our way to the bar for after lunch drinks.
The boys took us to Seaside for some shopping. They even let us spend almost an hour in Sundog Books, then we hit Local Catch for an amazing lunch.
Nothing compares to when we changed over to the next size plug in the dressing room at one of the smaller boutiques. Brixon had to buy the red sweatshirt I took in to try on, because he shoved it in my mouth to quiet my moans, and because I wanted it as a memento.
Not that I could ever forget the way my body reacted to everything he did. Now, every time I see it in my closet or wear it, I’m going to get these little jewels out to play with.
“Good one, huh baby?” he asks in a low tone, chuckling as I straighten back up and put my head down to put my earring back in, breathlessly trying to get the quake in my core subside.
I cannot describe the delicious darkness that the size up of these plugs is doing to me right now. The heaviness of the plug, compared to the last and the feel of how full my ass feels, is even better than the last.
I mean I’m a stumbling, stuttering mess, and have been all day, but it feels so good, I don’t give a fuck. It’s a different type of pleasure, that so far is unmatched, and I can’t help but find myself wanting more.
Brix pulls out a seat for me to take at the overly long table to seat us all, including Darius, whom I had not seen since my mother’s funeral, along with his younger than me bimbo. She is higher than a kite, rubbing all over his cock, with absolutely no resolve that we are in a public place.
He was polite to a fault letting me know how happy he is that Brix and I found one another again, and especially how proud my mother would be of me and all of my impressive accomplishments.
Typical parental shit to say.
Brix takes the seat to my left while Darius takes the seat to my right.
Fuck why is he sitting next to me. He makes me nervous and I’m sure for good reason. Not just because I’ve been on the verge of orgasm every time I move, but because he keeps trying to subtly touch me.
He finally succeeds, brushing his elbow into my arm, then grabbing it apologizing for accidentally bumping into me.
I’m hit with a flash of my mother and Darius at grans, down by the bayou. They are arguing about what happened to us the night we were cursed.
He grabs my mother’s arm when she turns to move away from him, pulling her flush to his chest and kissing her. She kisses him back, then pushes him away telling him to take Brixon and the boys. To leave and never bring them back.
I’m pulled back to the now, staring into the eyes of one of my best friend’s parents, knowing a secret I shouldn’t. They were having an affair. Well not an affair, I guess they were both single at the time.
His eyes soften as I tilt my head, analyzing the sadness pouring off of him. He loved her. What the actual fuck. I knew Liams mom, she died when he was 15, from a hit and run. One day she was there, then the next she was gone.
Liam and Noah shut down when she died. They slowly came back, except Noah, I think he missed her the most. He is a free spirit like his mother, even though she didn’t give birth to him. She was his mother in every sense of the word. Like my mama was to me.
Darius remarried when the boys graduated, but she could still be around, I guess. Saints do as they please. They have fuck toys, while their precious covenants wait for them to put a baby in them, to keep them relevant.
My boys have hardly had a mother figure since they were teenagers. Yet they are just as selfless, as the women I grew up admiring. They would be so proud of the men they have turned out to be.
I nod my head in acceptance of his secret before I turn back to Brixon and the rest of my friends. They are all ordering drinks, laughing, and seem to be oblivious to the exchange between us.
What does this have to do with anything? Darius wouldn’t hurt Brixon, or me. What am I missing?
My thoughts run rapid before being silenced to bright white light again, showing images of couples embracing. I see couple after couple expressing their love, in other time frames. They all have similar features but are not identical.
The one thing that is the same is the red and blue butterflies that start to surround each one before moving to the next image.
The images keep coming, I think showing me all of the Blazendel Saints and LaBlanc witches cursed throughout the ages. Witches of my blood cursed, broken, and ultimately dead because of a mistake love caused.
I used to believe that love was able to conquer all things. Good versus evil. Is it possible that the word love, that one thing that each and every person wants, could be the same word that causes chaos in the ones who never truly find it? Or the ones who lose it?
If our love is the one thing that could break the curse, could it also be the one thing that could hold it in place? Continuing its legacy, taking the lives of all that choose LOVE over BLOOD?
“Evie?” Lily waves her hand in my face as I come back from my vision and the possibility of what it means.
“Yeah, Moscato please.” I say, making everyone chuckle.
“I already ordered for you baby. Alexia was asking to see your ring.” Brix explains, realizing I was in my own little world.
I turn back looking past Darius to said bimbo and hold out my left hand for her to see. The bitch grabs my hand, pulling me across Darius’s lap.
I jerk my hand back with the image of her having a threesome with Darius, and Enzo burned into my brain.
Damn! I cannot take that kind of porn in my head right now! I am already so turned on, and that is not an image I want to get off to!
I eye her as everyone stops, seemingly waiting for me to lose my shit. I come back to reality quickly, knowing that no one else saw what I saw so I need to play it cool and fix my face.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” The pretty barbie look alike is almost in tears as her eyes dart back and forth between me and Darius, who does not look very happy with her.
I cut her off, “No, I’m sorry, you just have one hell of a grip. Where do you work out girl?” I chuckle nervously, shaking my hand out a little for dramatic effect.
Everyone smiles, and politely goes back to their conversations. Except Brix, he eyes the young girl as he wraps his arm around me protectively, pulling me back into his side. I get him to stop and turn his attention on me when I kiss his cheek.
I look back to the girl as she mouths me a thank you. I now feel bad for calling her a bimbo. It’s not her fault or choice to be where she is. The least I can do is make it a little easier on her if I can.
As soon as the waiter sits my wine on the crisp, little, white cocktail napkin in front of me, I pick it up and take a long sip. I close my eyes and savor the sweet flavor as the bubbles tickle my tongue.
I shift in my seat as I sit back up straight, feeling the metal bulb in my ass move as my body does.
Brixon puts his hand on my thigh giving it a soft squeeze making my ass clench. Fuck the slightest touch from him sets my body on fire. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my composure, which I’m sure I’m failing at miserably.
“The wine good baby?” Brixon asks with a knowing smirk as my leg trembles beneath his hand.
“Soo good.” I reply, voice shaky as I pick up the glass and down the rest in one tilt. I open my throat and let the cool liquid gold go down like a shot, feeling the sting of the bubbles all the way down.
I feel the burn in my stomach, the alcohol mixing with the insatiable need in my core. I side eye Brix as I wave to the waiter, getting his attention before raising my glass so he only has to make one trip. He nods in acknowledgement with a knowing smile.
If he only knew. I chuckle inwardly to myself.
I look around the table at my friends and can’t help but wonder if any of them have ever worn one of these things. Are any of them wearing one now? Have they had anal sex?
The more I think about it the worse it gets. My pussy is throbbing, needing to be touched, and I have to just sit here and act normal.
Fuck, this is pure torture.
I lean back into Brixon, reaching my mouth to his ear, and whisper, “I hope you have had a rock-hard cock all day and you have blue balls as karma for this.” I kiss his neck and turn my attention to Emily, who is grinning from ear to ear.
“I’m going to the lady’s room, please excuse me.” I say as sweetly as I can and stand up a little too abruptly.
“Oh My God!” I moan under my breath; I think.
Emily and Lily both stand, excusing themselves as well, joining me.
I make a beeline through the beautiful restaurant, trying to keep my legs from giving out before I make it to safety.
The bathroom door shuts, and I can’t help but blurt out, “Are you guys into anal?” I ask wide eyed, clenching my ass cheeks together, really feeling the pressure of this thing now that I’m standing.
“I mean yeah, but not with anyone who knew what they were doing. I like play, but not the act itself.” Lily admits without shame.
I nod, thinking over her answer as I turn my attention to Emily. I sway back and forth on my feet waiting for her response.
“Oh, well. I mean I. I haven’t tried it since… Before…” Her eyes meet mine as she stumbles on her words, and I know. She doesn’t have to finish, I know.
I nod, grabbing her hand, “I’m sorry Em. I know what you went through.” She puts her hand up to stop me.
“Yeah, that was my only experience, but I think if I showed any interest in the act, Liam would be all over it and make it a better experience. So, tell me what you are thinking about slut.” Emily laughs, making light of her darkness.
I let out a slight moan as I move to the wall to steady myself.
“Oh shit! Evie, are you wearing a butt plug?” Lily asks, nodding her head, already knowing the answer, as she bursts out laughing.
“Yes, and I don’t know what the next size is going to feel like if this one is making me so horny I can’t fucking see straight.” I admit, breathing a little harder as it hits just right, making my eyes roll, then the feeling goes away, and comes back, and goes away again, over and over.
Torture. This is pure torture.
“Okay bitch, snap out of the fog. You are gonna have to learn to control it. It takes practice.” Lily states matter of fact, making my eyes go wide.
“How?” I almost squeal at the sensations making me want to hump anything to give me just a tiny bit of friction. Just a bit, it wouldn’t take much right now to give me just the slightest bit of relief.
“What is your biggest turn off?” Lily asks quickly.
I stop and look at her with wide eyes as my ass starts to clench again.
“Babies!” I almost yell. I swat my hand over my mouth, giggling uncontrollably.
“Babies are your biggest ick. What the fuck Eves. Most women look at babies and want to fuck whatever dude wants to put one in her.” Emily cocks her head at me chuckling along with Lily.
“Hey, it worked. Not an ick, I like babies, they are just the biggest turn off I could think of.” I move to stand up straight and feel it again. I chant the word babies over and over again in my head, until I can see their cute little smiling faces, and my core starts to relax a bit.
“See, the mind is a very powerful thing.” Lily raises her eyebrows smirking.
We head back out to the table, and I notice Darius and his date have left and the guys don’t look as happy as they did when we left the table.
Noah stops speaking when he sees us approach the table trying to put on a fake smile as he picks up his tumbler to take a long pull.
“Everything okay?” I ask as I settle back into my seat, looking back and forth between the three of them.
“No, pipsqueak, everything is not okay.” Liam looks from me to Brix, scowling.
“Everything is fine! We can talk about this later.” Brixon replies, eyeing Liam.
“Can we? Can Evie pinpoint when this shit is gonna go down so we can at least be there to fucking save your ass?” Liam isn’t yelling, but he is being louder than he should be in such a public place.
“No.” I interrupt him before he can say anything else, “No, I can’t. You’re right. We shouldn’t be pretending like this is a normal vacation, proposal, or anything else you planned on this weekend. We are going to take tonight, then tomorrow, we start putting everything we can together to help us figure out what we need to know to take out whoever this son of a bitch is. Deal?” I reply, knowing Liam is right.
“Marry me.” Brixon blurts out.
“I already said yes Brix, nothing will change my mind about that.” I try to reassure him, confused by his statement.
“No, tomorrow. Marry me tomorrow. Liam can get ordained while you girls go find a dress to wear and we can get married on the beach tomorrow night. New Years Eve.”
“Brix, I want to marry you more than anything in this world, but I also want a wedding back home, with all the things that come with a NOLA wedding. Plus, we already did that once, and in all honesty, I feel like we are already married.” I try to explain and see it written all over his face.
We may not make it that far.
“Have the wedding as a big event, kind of a Saints coming back to take over kind of soiree. We put it in the papers and invite all the families. Then have a ball as the reception. Bleeding Hearts Ball, or whatever bullshit will get them there, to celebrate the union. We can even make it a masked ball to let the perps come in thinking they have a leg up.” Liam smirks.
“Where I’ll be in a white dress.” I sigh, knowing that this is going to be the night I die. At least I’ll get to marry the love of my life first.
“Actually, I think it would be really cool if we make it a dress code of black and the only color is to be on your mask, and they have to enter into a contest when they enter the ball. Then we get everyone’s names and what their masks look like to keep track of them. You and Brix will wear red and black to go with the bleeding heart’s theme.” Emily explains.
“So, you two just came up with this? That’s what you’re going with?” I deadpan Emily, already knowing she told Liam everything. She looks down quickly, then back up to Lily.
“Fine! Sis, look, we all came up with it this morning after Liam hung up on Brixon and Darius signed off telling us to handle it. We just care about you both and want to make sure everyone makes it out of this alive.” Noah finally cracks.
I can’t help but soften as I listen to my friends.
“Spring will be in full bloom come March, how about Fat Tuesday and make it all Mardi gras colors. Let’s take bleeding out of the name because that’s just asking for me or Brix to get shot. Make it a witch wedding, abiding by the Saints rules. After we say I do, we are going to throw the best fucking reception anyone has ever seen. I would also like there to be king cake. Oh, and I get to wear a green dress to the reception, then, as far as I’m concerned, deal.” I look at Brixon to see his reaction.
Brix sighs, but smiles and nods before he replies, “You deserve to have whatever you heart desires,” then kisses my forehead, solidifying that we are doing this.