Chapter 11
EVERLEE - NEVER COMPLAIN ABOUT HAVING ONLY ONE ORGASM… IF YOU WANT TO WALK AGAIN
After dinner, I tell everyone I’m going to take a walk by the lake for a while to talk to Lizzy. Beckett tries to come with, but I shut that down. I’m on a mission to find my guys and I don’t need Beckett hanging around twat blocking me.
Through texts with Callum before dinner, we determine we’re on the same lake, rather, oversized pond.
I get to the water’s edge and pull out my phone, about to call them, when I look to my left and see a large three-story balcony house with glass-paneled walls several houses away.
There is a shirtless, tattooed figure on the second-floor balcony, stretching his arms towards the air.
They’re far enough away that I can’t be certain, but I have a gut feeling.
The closer I get, the more my stomach twists.
This weekend was supposed to be quiet. I was supposed to focus on myself and figure out what I want and need from them before our meeting. But I don’t care what it should have been. I’m over the moon they’re here.
When I get closer to the house, I recognize Knox, who sees me walking up and waves me around to the front.
As I turn the corner, he throws the front door open and runs out, lifting me into his arms. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses his lips to mine.
His kiss is soft, tender, but with an underlying passion.
He pulls away, staring at me for a minute, then carries me inside.
“I missed you too,” I whisper, still wrapped around him.
“Look what I found wandering around outside,” Knox announces to the house, carrying me into the kitchen.
There’s a table for six tucked to the left, in front of a bay window overlooking the lake.
Across from it is a small island with seating for four.
And there, in the space, are all the guys, standing shirtless, wearing a pair of joggers low on their hips, with that delicious V pointing to my happy place.
Fuck me. I think I’m drooling.
“Do you all not own shirts?” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
I stare at them, greedily drinking them in. They are my home.
The feeling that washes over me the instant I’m standing in front of them almost brings tears to my eyes. I know in this moment I’d do or say anything, lie to whoever, to be with them. Lizzy knows, but everyone else... I will lie until my last breath.
“You good, Trouble?” Emmett asks.
Nodding, I swallow the knot forming in my throat. “I just missed you all.” Shaking my hands, I hurry my words so I don’t get too emotional. “You want to make me a drink? Shot first, then old-fashioned. I haven’t been able to recreate them quite like you.”
Emmett walks around the island and wraps me in his arms before I can take a breath.
His lips meet mine—careful, aching—as he leans me back with a tenderness that feels like an apology and a confession all in one.
He steadies me on my feet, and the moment my body remembers gravity, a dizzy wave washes over me, leaving me clinging to him without thinking.
Jax walks over, followed by Callum, so they’re all around me.
“You should never have left us, Everlee,” Jax growls lowly, causing the hairs on my arm to stand.
“I was a fucking idiot,” I chuckle, burying my face in Emmett’s chest.
Jax takes another step forward and slides his hand between Emmett and me, turning my head so I’m looking at him.
He rubs the pad of his thumb across my lower lip.
“I’m going to love punishing that mouth of yours.
” He grabs under my chin, and I twist so my back presses against Emmett’s hard chest. Jax brings his lips close enough that I instinctively chase his kiss.
Exactly what he wanted. He dips his head with a quiet, satisfied smile, letting his lips drift across my neck in a slow, lingering sweep.
He inhales my scent as his warm breath dances across my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across my body, making me squirm.
“Oooh, Jax is in beast mode.” Knox jumps up and down, excited.
I try not to laugh because I don’t want to ruin the moment, but I can’t hold it back. I’m so turned on and so happy right now.
Jax exhales and puts his forehead to mine. “He’s an idiot.” He cracks a smile before he presses his lips to mine, angling to deepen the kiss. His tongue slides in, stealing a sound from me and leaving me so unsteady I’m not sure my legs will hold.
He reaches under my dress and brushes his hand over my panties. A whimper escapes as my hands grip his biceps. He breaks from our kiss and whispers, “I can’t wait until your pussy is wrapped around my cock.”
“Samesies,” I whisper back.
He chuckles, removing his hand from under my dress, grabbing the hem and pulling it over my head. “Clear the table, boys.” He lifts me with ease.
I squeal in delight, wrapping my arms around his neck, as wooden bowls and silverware crash to the floor behind me. He lays me on the table and slips my panties off, tossing them over his shoulder.
All the boys focus on me, their hungry expressions impossible to ignore. God, I fucking love them and the way they make me feel!
Jax runs his finger down my chest, across my navel, and to the inside of the thigh. “A few days ago, we gave you what you wanted… but you should have been punished.”
I pull in a deep breath, watching the boys stalk closer, their hardening cocks pressing against their pants.
Jax runs his finger along the inside of my leg all the way down to my foot, causing me to squirm. “Jax,” I pant.
“No, no, no, no, no.” He continues sliding his finger up the inside of my other leg, brushing over the outside of my pussy.
I move my hips to meet his finger, but he pulls away. I’m so hot right now, so ready to be touched, licked, and fucked, that I’m close to losing my mind.
“How should we punish her?” Jax asks.
“Well, there’s the obvious way,” Emmett says.
I cut my eyes at him, not sure what the obvious way means.
Jax looks at me. “Do you want to be spanked?”
I’ve never been spanked before, and I don’t know how I feel about it. It just seems so… childish. I shake my head slowly, full of uncertainty.
“No?” He tilts his head to the side. “Or cupid no?”
Cupid. My safe word. They remembered.
I look at each of them and just say, “No.” My chest tightens with excitement.
“That’s our good girl,” Callum says, walking over and grabbing my leg. In one swift motion, Callum and Jax pull me off the table and flip me around so my feet are on the ground and my chest is on the table.
“You have been a bad girl, though,” Callum says, causing my stomach to tighten.
His hand lightly brushes over my skin, and without warning, he slaps my ass hard, but the brush of his lips on my spine quickly mutes the sting, while his finger presses against my clit. My scream turns into a moan.
Hashtag newkinkunlocked. A sexier version of the Mortal Kombat theme song plays in the background of my mind while my Madame Kink avatar cheers at the new level I’ve gained.
Purchase of whips, chains, handcuffs, and a black leather one-piece now available.
But wait, there’s more. That sneaky little bastard gift with purchase is there, too. A ball gag!
“You’re so wet.” Callum presses his finger in, then pulls it out. “I can’t wait to taste you while you’re riding my face.”
He steps away, and Jax walks up. His fingers inch slowly down my spine, over my ass, and then brush along my wet folds.
He circles my clit until my hips gyrate and move on their own, and then without warning he slaps the opposite ass cheek.
The burn is a little more intense. He grabs both of my hips and pulls me back into him, so I feel his cock pressed against my entrance.
When I move into it, he steps back. “You’re being punished right now. ”
“I think you all are just torturing yourselves, too. So who’s winning here?” I mumble with my cheek against the table.
“We’re winning, love. We’re winning,” Jax states matter-of-factly.
A second later, I feel a heat between my legs, followed by the wet tongue and flowing beard of Emmett. His tongue slowly glides along my entrance from my clit to uncomfortably close to my asshole, making me clench. He chuckles as he moves back down for another swipe before pressing his tongue in.
My knees get weak and a moan escapes.
“We’re punishing her right now,” Callum reminds.
Emmett’s hands grab around my hips, and he pulls me to his face. If this is punishment, then I’ll never be a good girl again. He eagerly laps and sucks on my clit, like he’s making up for the last two months in these two minutes.
My moaning has turned into one long string of garbled sounds.
“Emmett! Don’t you make her come!” Jax warns, but he doesn’t stop.
I’m so close. My chest lifts off the table and, just as I’m about to crest, he stops.
I collapse back down, catching my breath. “You asshole,” I murmur.
“That was too fucking close,” Callum reprimands.
“Maybe. But she tastes divine, and I missed her.”
I look over my shoulder and watch him wipe his hands through his beard as Knox walks up. He is the cinnamon roll, the sweet one, of the group. I don’t feel like edging or slapping my ass is in his cards, but curiosity has me excited.
He brushes my hair to the side and his cock presses against my entrance as he leans over my back and plants kisses along the nape of my neck.
Soft, delicate. He moves to the left side and gently takes my ear in his mouth and starts nibbling.
My body slowly grinds along Knox’s cock as I sigh out, relishing in the feel of his hard length between my legs.
He releases my ear and kisses along the inside of my neck, across my shoulder and down my spine, stopping at my lower back, where he gently sucks on the skin.
This fucker.