Chapter 23
EVERLEE – MOUTH YOGA AND SQUATS
Emmett and I arrive at Bo’s a few hours later.
The shower was a bust. I knew he was big, but I didn’t realize how big.
We were standing in the shower-tub combo and had no room to move around.
Our arms were tucked against our chests, and we spun a few times, feeling like we were those floppy sponges at a car wash.
He eventually climbed out and let me finish, while he stayed and just talked to me.
Talked is an understatement.
He unloaded so much on me. But it was nice. There were a lot of questions I’d been wondering about, and I think part of it was him wanting to show me a peek behind the curtain. To show that he wanted this. Us.
After I got out of the shower, we ended up cuddling on my bed, staring at my shelf of dildos.
I went through the story of each, recounting it with the same pride and love as one would speak about their own children—sharing where they came from and the reasons behind their existence.
So that wasn’t super awkward. He especially found my green monster dildo the most interesting and offered that next time we should use it.
I had to assume he meant when we were just one on one, because there’s no way in hell I could take five cocks. The thought made my skin shiver.
No.
But then that damn kinky ass bitch hiding in the corner of my mind is like, well… maybe we could. I shut her down. Shoved her back into the corner.
When we walk into Bo’s, the hostess gives me the once-over, then directs us upstairs. I figure she’s not used to seeing someone else with them, especially a woman who has her arm linked with Emmett’s.
“There they are.” Callum stands, holding his arms out wide. He looks delicious as sin, with his dark jeans and a light blue button-down that hugs him in all the right places. “I was beginning to think you two ran away together.”
“Thought about it,” Emmett teases, pulling his arm from mine and giving me a light pat on the bottom.
I walk over to Callum, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, stealing the corner of his lips. “Leave you boys? Never again.”
Jax stands up and walks over, wearing a thin black sweater that hugs his body like a condom hugs a banana.
I pinch my eyes together. Most random-ass thought ever.
I’m hungry and I blame it on my stomach, especially after my sexcapades earlier, coupled by the fact it’s so late.
Well, later than I’m used to. Cut off a woman’s food supply and her brain does funky things.
Cut a cock supply off… and well, same thing.
I kiss him the same as Callum, but at the last second he turns his head just quickly enough that I get more than the corner.
“Yep. Your lips taste like Emmett’s cock.” He chuckles, and I blush.
Based on the in-depth conversation Emmett and I just had, I know Jax has never tasted Emmett’s cock and he’s just teasing.
I walk over to Knox, who is wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white short-sleeved button-down. He looks as if he’s ready for the beach. “Hey love,” he says, wrapping his arm around me and planting a kiss on my cheek.
“Hey yourself.” I’m smiling so much my cheeks hurt.
I look around and notice most of the upper floor is empty, with only a few tables that have people at them.
From what I can tell, it seems to be more private parties and business meetings.
I can’t help but wonder if this is on purpose or not.
The downstairs, as usual, is very busy. Every table is full.
They all take their seats. Callum at the head, Jax to his right, Emmett across from Jax and Knox to Emmett’s left.
Jax pulls out the seat beside him, but I walk past it and sit at the other end of the table, across from Callum.
I don’t know why, but I feel like pushing him tonight.
To see how he’ll react. I don’t know what it is about stoking the flames in his eyes that turns me on, but they do.
Jax blows out a cool breath with a chuckle and pushes the seat back in while Callum stares at me, his eyes unwavering. Before he can say anything, the server comes over and greets them all and asks me what I’d like to drink.
Callum answers unflinching. “She’ll have what we’re having.”
She casts a weary glance at me and waits for me to correct him, then after a beat, nods and walks away.
“You think you can sit at the end of the table?” he asks, perching his chin on his clasped hands.
“I didn’t know there were assigned seats. Maybe I wanted to sit by Knox,” I clap back.
Knox places his hand over mine. “You can always sit beside me or on me. Lap, face. I have no preference.”
I cast him a lopsided grin, then blow a kiss.
“If you two are done.”
I shrug, then feel a heat stir when he throws a ‘be careful’ look that excites me more than it scares me. “So, are we talking shop tonight?” I gently slam both of my fists on the table.
“Shop?”
“I don’t know what you all do up here. I figured it was business-related.”
“Usually. But not tonight,” Callum says.
“No?”
“Nope. Just wanted to go out with you. Like a date.”
My heart flutters a bit at that one word.
Date. Only instead of it being one person, it’s four people.
Totally normal, right? God, I want this so badly.
Of course, instead of being the mature adult I strive to be on most days, I say something stupid.
Jokes, the mortar to the brick wall surrounding my feelings.
“Hmmm. No strings. No hallway tango. N—” I use my thumb and forefinger to create a circle and then insert my other finger into it.
“Not tonight.”
“Are you cutting me off?” I moan.
“Fucking sex fiend,” Jax mumbles under his breath as the server walks back over with our drinks.
Old Fashioned’s. I assumed that’s what he ordered, which is why I didn’t correct Callum. I trust him. Trust all these men. They are my home, but how could I tell them that? What would I be giving up? Marriage? Kids?
Marriage is just paper and a ring. We’d have all the important stuff without that.
Kids? That’s a little harder to swallow.
I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted them or just been made to believe I should want them.
Kids aren’t for everyone, and it doesn’t make you selfish if they’re not for you.
I imagine in some ways the men felt their little poly pod prevented the conversation of kids from coming up because they probably feared they wouldn’t be wonderful parents because of their past.
But I saw them at the Easter event. They were right in there with the children, and the smiles on their faces and the pure joy they were radiating warmed my heart.
I think they’d be great parents, but then that begs the question: in a poly pod, how does that work?
Who’s the father? I chuckle to myself. Fuck.
If Nick Cannon can do it, why can’t I? Call me Nicki Cannon.
I could have kids with all of them, they could all be fathers…
The longer I think about it and look at their faces, the more it continues to develop. What if—
My phone dings three times in a row, and we all look at it. I flip it over and chuckle. “Lizzy.”
Lizzy: What’s up bee-atch!
Lizzy: Did you figure out how to please your harem?
Lizzy: That’s what the cool kids call it these days
Everlee: At Bo’s with them now, about to eat dinner
Everlee: And haven’t had a chance
Everlee: Emmett came over
Lizzy: The mountain man with his schmexy beard.
She sends a GIF of a sexy mountain man chopping wood.
“Lizzy thinks your beard is sexy,” I tell Emmett.
“I’ve always liked her.” He smiles, casually stroking his beard.
Everlee: Text you later.
Lizzy: I feel like you’re lying to me because you’re going to be four dicks deep.
Lizzy: Sounds like a country song.
Lizzy trying to sing a song about four dicks deep in a deep southern accent, swirls around in my mind. Or maybe that’s me? I have this horrible tendency to hear words, then break off into song. I’m sure there’s some country remake of four dicks deep and a tractor or a dog that ran away.
Everlee: Love you boo.
I set my phone down and see the guys looking around at each other, talking with their eyes. “Everything okay?” I ask hesitantly.
Callum nods slowly, then looks at me. “Would you like to invite Lizzy to dinner?”
My eyes widen in shock. “Really?” I whisper out, heart pounding through my chest with excitement.
It isn’t so much to have Lizzy at dinner, but to have her at dinner.
She’s never met the guys all at the same time.
Sure, she’d seen them here and there or talked to them one-off, but she’ll be stepping into this world. My world. Our world.
“Yes,” he intones.
My hand glides across the table, resting on my phone, giving him the opportunity to change his mind.
Their genuine attempts to create a normal relationship with me are palpable and appreciated.
It helps Lizzy knows and Beckett likely knows.
Is this all to prepare for our talk tomorrow?
Is this their way of showing me it can work? We can work?
Jax nods the approval at me again, so I flip my phone over and begin typing out the text.
Everlee: Would you like to come to Bo’s and have dinner with us?
Lizzy: Are you trying to initiate me into the harem?
Everlee: Ha. No.
Lizzy: Son of a bitch.
Lizzy: I already started doing squats and mouth yoga.
Everlee: Squats?
Lizzy: You don’t question the mouth yoga?
Everlee: You mean the thing you recently made up?
Lizzy: Ehh. Squats. I don’t know.
Lizzy: It couldn’t hurt when popping on that cock.
Everlee: I retract the invite.
Lizzy: Already walking that way.
Everlee: Cannot compute.
Lizzy: Shut it, hussy. I’m excited!!!
Lizzy: I’ll be on my best behavior.
Everlee: I doubt it.
Lizzy: You know me so well.
Lizzy: Should I greet them with Sir? Harem? The 4 D’s?