Chapter 24 #2
“Well?” I ask, tossing my hip to the side and throwing my hands in the air.
“Do that again,” Callum commands, nodding in my direction.
“This?” I ask, knocking my hip out again.
He strokes his chin approvingly while Jax’s teeth scrape over his bottom lip.
“I don’t know,” Knox says. “I feel like it’s missing something.” He stands up and walks around me. “Back too high.” He runs his hand down my side. “And no pockets.”
I cut my eyes at him, failing to hold back a laugh. “Pockets? What do you know about pockets in dresses?”
“I see pictures online of girls losing their minds over dresses with pockets.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jax says, wiping his hand over his face.
“What?” Knox sighs, sitting back down. “It’s a legitimate thing. Just because you aren’t as in touch with women as I am...”
Andre knocks on the door before bustling in with the vests and another dress.
“Here are the vests. You can try these on and make sure they fit. Our seamstress is here right now and for a premium fee, we can get them altered quickly if needed. And then I found this dress. We had it on hold for a woman, but she called this morning and said she no longer needed it. It’s absolutely stunning and matches these perfectly. ” He shimmies his shoulders.
The dress is amazing. It’s a lighter gray, floor-length dress with a beaded plunging neckline, full slit up the left side with a soft light gray layered tulle skirt.
“Wow.” I rub my hand down the front of the dress. It’s a thing I do. I have to feel things and smell things. Gets me into trouble occasionally, but mostly it works out.
I grab the dress and head into the changing room.
Andre says he’ll give us a few minutes in private while he has to work on some things.
I slip it on and give a quick turn in the single mirror in the small changing room and fall in love.
I didn’t realize before that it’s also backless.
My stomach tightens into knots with anticipation.
When the men see this, I have a feeling they’re going to lose their minds.
“Ready?” I ask, my clammy palm gripping the curtain.
“Yes,” they all say in unison.
I step out and their jaws drop.
“No,” Jax and Callum say in unison after their tongues roll back into their mouths.
“Agree. Nope. That’s not the one,” Emmett adds, nearly standing out of his seat.
“The fuck it’s not!” Knox nearly shouts, actually leaping from his chair.
The guy's eyes are on fire, and the bulge in their pants is growing. There’s no way.
“I thought you all would like this one,” I say, turning around to show them the back.
“Fuck me,” Jax whimpers, shoving his fist into his mouth.
Callum walks over, slipping his hand around my waist, pressing his cheek to mine, and I nervously glance at the door.
“Don’t worry about him. I don’t give a damn if he sees me.” He pulls me closer so his erection is pressed against my hips. “If you wear this dress, men will look at you. And if they look at you, the way I know they will, you will lose all of us. We will be in jail for plucking out their eyes.”
“Why is that so sexy?” I breathe out.
“Can you feel my cock? That is from you turning around. Simply walking out and turning around. Do you want me to have a hard-on the entire night?”
“Can’t you think of something that is super gross?”
His chuckle is low and gravelly, reverberating through my every bone. “Love. There is nothing in this world that could compete with the way you look in this dress.”
“It doesn’t have pockets.” Jax chides.
Knox walks over. “Fuck the pockets. It has a slit to her clit. A clit slit!” he says, running his hand up my leg all the way to my pussy.
There’s a knock at the door, but Emmett snaps. “Not now.” And the door quietly closes.
A minute later, Jax and Emmett are surrounding me, and all four of them have their hands on me.
“Another reason you can’t choose this dress is because you’d have to wear underwear with it, and we all know how much you hate that,” Callum says, his hand snaking up the slit and curving around my ass.
I look down and swish my hips from side to side. “No. I don’t.”
“The fuck you won’t.” Jax’s eyes blaze. I’ve seen this dark, possessive side of him several times, usually in the heat of sex, when he grabs my throat and presses me against the wall, and this is no less hot.
His words are like a hand around my throat and a red-hot iron in my cunt.
I wince briefly at the image of the red-hot iron being shoved into my pussy, because I, unfortunately, am also a very visual person, but I push past it. Because that is what I feel. On fire.
“Squid in a ball of sagebrush!” I blurt.
“What?”
“I don’t know. It was the first thing I could think of to help all your erections go away. We can’t fuck in the middle of the store. One of you sure. Four of you? No fucking way. I love this store and I have a fondness for Andre, so I don’t want to get kicked out.”
“Come up with something better than squid in sagebrush,” Jax huffs.
“Roadkill.” Their eyes raise. “In a porta-potty.” They grimace. “Covered in maggots.”
“That’s just sick,” Knox says.
“Well?” I shrug.
There’s another soft knock on the door and the boys take their seats, trying to cross their legs, but their hard daddy dongs won’t let them. They each grab a magazine, brochure, or pamphlet off the tables between their seats and open it on their laps.
“Come in,” I say, eyes nervously glancing around the room, like a parent had walked in and caught me doing something I shouldn’t have been doing.
Andre hesitantly pushes the door open and looks around the room cautiously.
I think he knows the game, but is still playing along, and then his eyes land on me.
“Stunning. I knew when I saw it, it’d be the one.
” He turns to the guys. “What do you all think?” He’s asking to be nice, because it’s obvious by the way they are sitting what they think.
Callum flippantly tosses his hand in the air. “It’s nice.”
Andre clutches his chest, “Nice?” As if the simple word doesn’t do me justice.
I decide in this moment if I ever need a pick me up and Lizzy isn’t around, then I will make an appointment to come try on dresses with Andre. Not to buy, but to let him dress me.
“We’re taking it,” Knox blurts out.
Jax, Callum, and Emmett’s heads all turn slowly to Knox like he just threatened them to a duel, rather, a quadel. Is that what you would call a four-way duel?
“Do you men want to see how your vests look with the dress?” He flicks his fingers between us all.
“Nope. We’re good,” Jax blurts out.
A knowing smile curves on Andre’s lips. “Yes. I suppose you are. Well, I will let you all get changed back into your clothes while I prepare to check you all out.”
“Sounds lovely,” Emmett squeezes out, tucking the pageant pamphlet back into its acrylic holder.
“Very well. See you all soon.”
He turns quickly and exits, closing the door behind him.
“Well, I don’t think you fooled him,” I tease.
“No shit!” Jax claps back.
I throw him a playful snarl.
He jerks his arm, pointing toward the dressing room. “Go change.”
Callum adds, “Now.”
“I don’t like being told what to do.”
“You will change right now, or we will never be able to come back here again because we will destroy that dress, tearing it off your body and fucking you until you can’t walk. Now go. Please,” Callum pleads.
A wicked smile curls my lips as I debate pushing his buttons. His eyes narrow, waiting, so I give in. “Yes, sir.” I turn without waiting to see the look in his eyes, knowing that I got exactly what I wanted.
Happy with myself, I take my time removing the dress and placing it back on its hanger. I toss it over my arm and walk out to the seating area and see that all have left except Jax.
“Waiting on me?”
He stalks over towards me in three heavy strides and clamps his hands around my jaw, pushing me backwards against the mirror.
“You.” The one word speaks volumes. His lips crash to mine in an unforgivingly passionate kiss.
He pulls off. “You will learn to listen to us.” He goes back in for another kiss, his tongue pressing its way in.
“You will learn to obey.” He presses his nose against the base of my neck, inhaling. “Or you will suffer the punishment.”
My head is in a complete daze, high in the clouds. After a second, I steady my gaze and push him away. “Get the whips and handcuffs ready then, because I will not comply.” I step around him and start to walk out of the door when his hand grabs my wrist and he spins me around.
His hands cup my cheeks, pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re the devil in a dress.”
It takes me a minute to process what he’s saying. It’s a line from a Teddy Swims song. One of my new favorite songs, actually. “Are you in peril?” I whisper back with a heady breath, continuing the lyric.
He nods and whispers, “I’m a masochist.” He takes my lips softly, kissing me in one of the most passionate kisses I’ve ever experienced.
His words and kiss are laced with a level of emotion that robs me of my breath.
That causes an ache to stir deep within my chest. A feeling I’ve been trying to push away for a long time.
He pulls away and then walks around me, leaving me standing there speechless, breathless, and wetter than a bloat of hippos in mating season.
I huff and walk out.