Chapter 14
EVERLEE - I PREFER PENII NOT PENISES
Arrangement? Curiosity is killing me. I’m a cat walking la-ti-da into a den of lions. I just hope it doesn’t get me killed.
Fucked to death, I’m fine with. It’s been a while since I’ve felt an actual dick in me and Lizzy would be ecstatic to hear it’s four. What will she say when I tell her about this? She’d lose her mind.
I feel a pang of… what? It’s not guilt or remorse, but I just remembered I signed an NDA.
I can’t tell her about this. How am I going to keep this from her?
There’s no way. She’s my best friend. She’ll know something is up.
We share everything. I chuckle at my current situation and realize we don’t share everything.
“Let’s finish our drinks and then we’ll talk,” Jax directs.
Callum appears to be the alpha of the group, which would make sense.
He seems to be the one in control of everything with his rules, coupled with the way everyone looks at him to make decisions.
He also naturally takes the seat at the end of the bar, and I realize now he was also sitting at the head of the table at Bo’s tonight discussing whatever it was they were looking at.
At least part of their night was talking about me, since he had to get permission from them to take me out.
Although I’m getting the feeling that having him go down on me twice was not part of the agreement.
Jax would be his beta. The one the others look to when Callum isn’t around, the one who handles the negotiations. Negotiations? I get the feeling the arrangement I’ll be presented is a take it or leave it sort of thing, but a girl can try.
I don’t know where Emmett and Knox rank, if they rank at all.
Emmett sort of has his own thing with Bo’s, and I’m not quite sure what Knox does.
He seems to be the obedient servant, but I have a feeling he’s much more complex than that.
He dealt with the dickhead from the club without question.
I get the impression he’s efficient with that sort of thing, perhaps ex-military.
Was his fun-loving personality a facade?
He catches me looking at him and winks, then blows a kiss.
There’s no way it’s pretend. It doesn’t mean he can’t be both, just uncommon, I guess. I have no experience with any of this stuff, but I know everyone serves a role in the relationship. Is that what this is? A relationship?
I laugh since I’m basing all of this off the books I’ve read.
In most cases, I wouldn’t call myself sexually vanilla.
I’m not experienced in group play or whatever you call it.
It isn’t an orgy, is it? Maybe I’d have to get my books and do some research if this is happening.
Googling is not an option, because I’d end up on some site, get horny, masturbate and forget to do actual research.
Although isn’t that what happens when reading my books, too?
The good ol’ one-handed read. Should be a hashtag created.
Maybe there already is. I need to get back to the conversation with the boys and out of my head.
I could be going down an unnecessary rabbit hole for no reason.
I finish the last of my drink and my stomach tightens into a ball of nerves as everyone looks at me with a mixture of glances. Emmett’s is weary, Knox’s is hopeful and Callum’s… his is guarded. Is he angry with me?
This is not at all how I expected this night to go.
Jax calls my name. “Are you ready?”
I look around the room one more time. “Yes.”
“I’ll be in my room,” Callum states without emotion. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the NDA and another document, and hands them to Jax. He then reaches into his other pocket and pulls out my panties, and the room looks between us.
“You can keep those.” I wink and I’m happy to see a smile tugging at his lips.
He isn’t mad at me, but uncertain. His word replays in my mind.
He’s nervous I can’t handle the arrangement, but little does he know I’ve already talked myself into it while we were sitting around the bar silently.
I want all these men, if that’s what it ends up being.
I know it’s what I’m hoping at this point.
Four men that are probably the hottest I’ve ever seen. Muscles, tattoos, and those eyes.
Callum tucks my panties back into his pocket and turns to leave the room, followed by Emmett and Knox.
“We’ll go into the office.” Jax points at the large glass-paneled room off the kitchen.
I nod, too nervous to speak.
The office is as impressive as the rest of the house.
Two of the walls are floor to ceiling glass panels, and on the far side of the room are dark wood shelves with a mixture of books and other modern decor on them.
In the center of the room is a large desk with a single chair behind it and, in front of it, four dark brown leather chairs.
“Please take a seat,” he offers, then takes the seat beside me. I expected him to sit behind the desk, a show of authority and control, but Jax knows I’m no threat and feels I know my place. He’s making it more intimate, making me feel more comfortable, and I appreciate that.
He flips the NDA open and looks at it, confirming my signature before we talk. Trust but verify, I suppose.
“Why the NDA?”
“I’m going to assume you’ve put some things together about us. We have certain kinks that not all people understand or accept, so we need to protect ourselves and you. We don’t kiss and tell, and want to make sure others don’t as well.”
I nod without speaking.
“Do you have other questions? I usually have a whole discussion planned, but you seem to have mixed things up a bit.”
“Sorry.” I fidget with my hands.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s nice to see Callum let down his guard, even though it bothers him.”
“Why?”
“He needs structure. Control.”
“I got that impression based on some things he’s said and done.”
“I have to ask, only because it will change the tone of the conversation. Have you had sex?”
“I’m not a virgin.” My head recoils in shock, not expecting that question.
He chuckles. “Sorry. I meant with Callum.”
“Oh.” Embarrassment flushes my cheeks as I wipe my hands down my face. “No, not yet.”
A smile flickers on his face, but then he shakes his head. I presume, trying to focus himself. “Let’s get this over with, then. I don’t want to be the one standing in the way of what Callum wants.”
I suck in a breath.
“What theories have you drawn so far?”
I hesitate because if I’m wrong, I’ll feel super embarrassed.
“Don’t be shy. You can’t say anything I haven’t heard.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “That you all share?”
A smile flickers across his face. “Anything else?”
“Callum seems to be in charge, followed by you. I haven’t figured out Emmett and Knox’s role yet.”
He nods, not adding any other information. “Anything else?”
My eyes bulge out of my head. Is there something else? I’m sure there is, but I can’t think of it right now, so I shake my head.
His hands reach across the space and grab mine, flipping them over and rubbing my palms. It’s affectionate, but also sexy.
I didn’t think he was interested, but the way he’s acted tonight before dinner and then now…
his thumbs brush across my wrists and he pauses.
“We’re a group, a unit. Call it what you want. We share.”
Is the wrist an erogenous zone, because he’s making my heartbeat quicken… or maybe it’s the idea of having all four men to myself. Four cocks in this aching pussy.
“How does that make you feel?”
Excited. Scared. Like a little horn toad ready to get her freak on. Is this why Callum felt uncertain? Because he didn’t think I’d be ready for this? How could I not be? These men are fucking gorgeous and they want me. Me!
I must look like a deer in headlights because he chuckles. “You don’t have to answer right now.”
“I—” I start, then stop. “What else aren’t you telling me?”
He nods and drops my hands.
This is it. The awkward elephant in the room. The one in the corner, sipping on her tea with a lace umbrella over her head, legs crossed, waiting with bated breath.
“This isn’t a long-term relationship sort of deal. We have found it’s better to only do it a few times at most. That way, no one gets too emotionally attached.”
It feels like a gut punch. Did Callum think I’d turn it down because I’d want more than a bang?
A world-changing, mind-altering bang. One that would likely break me for all future sexual encounters.
One that would be the epitome of all sexual relations for the rest of my life and one I could never talk about?
I’d bang them then have to be let out into the world, searching for the same feeling, the same height of satisfaction.
It would turn me mad with lust, cycling through guy after guy, looking for what I can’t have.
Send me into shady sex clubs. Not all sex clubs are shady.
I agreed with myself, but how would a non-shady sex club benefit my internal monologue about me turning into a sex-crazed spinster who’d be broken after my encounters with them?
Encounters, because I will try to push it to the very max.
He said a few. Not one or two, but a few.
Few meant a small number of, but it was not an exact number and left open for interpretation of the word small.
Small could be three… it could also mean three hundred.
If you were comparing it to three thousand. Relative.
I have to bring myself back from the brink of the cliff I’m racing towards.
I heard his unspoken words. Instead of stating the obvious, he tried to smooth it over, but what he really means is so the females don’t get attached.
Why wouldn’t they? Having four desirable men to sexually ravage your body.
Hell, I’m attached right now and have only had Callum tongue fuck me in the back of a car and in a makeshift changing room.
Imagine what he could do if given enough space. Add in the others and actual dicks…
The elephant is now swiping hundred-dollar bills in the air with a gold chain around her neck.
“And if I want more than that?”
His lips pinch in a hard line.
“I see.” Nothing.
He leans in close, his leg brushing the inside of mine.
His hand rests on the space between my neck and my cheek.
“I’d love to fuck those pretty little lips of yours,” he says as his thumb pad traces over my bottom lip, pulling it down.
He leans in closer. “I, too, want to make you moan around my cock.”
My breath hitches at his words, but then he pulls back.
“Here’s a document you can review. If you agree to this arrangement, you will need to sign this and also mark the things you’d like to do, not like to do, and maybe like to do.”
I look over the document, and random things catch my attention like anal, edging, and double penetration.
I fight the urge to look down. It’s not like I have x-ray vision and can see my v-hole, to actually visualize two penii entering me.
I call it penii even though I know it’s not a word because I feel like it should be a word. Penises sounds too sussy.
He stands up. “Take a day or so to think about it.” He chuckles. “Actually, take until the fourteenth. If you say yes, I can promise it will be a Valentine’s Day you’ll never forget.”
Feeling a mixture of emotions, I stand and walk out of the room, looking over my shoulder briefly to see him staring at my ass. As I turn the corner, my eye contact never breaks from his. He’s standing there in taut perfection. Goddamn, he, too, is hot as fuck. I’m going to hell.