Chapter 26
EVERLEE – PPE, NOT PERSONAL PROTECTION EQUIPMENT
If I didn’t know better, I would say Lizzy somehow orchestrated this.
I swear she puts things out into the universe and the Gods are like boom!
Grant this one her wish. She was texting me just before douchecanoe showed up, wanting to go to Vixen tonight.
It wasn’t until she accused me of being an old hag with granny panties that I succumbed to her commands.
“This line is insane,” Lizzy says as we walk up to Vixen.
“Good thing I know someone,” I say, tossing her a wink.
Tonight, I opted for a black sequin strapless dress with low heels.
Much to my dismay, wearing the purple pussy eater required me to wear panties.
I guess technically I didn’t have to, but the thought of nothing to help protect it from falling out onto the floor made me nervous.
Visions of me dancing, then birthing it in the middle of the room, played on repeat in my mind when I was getting ready. That would be awkward as fuck.
We walk up to the bouncer, and before I can tell him who we are, he opens the rope for us. “They’ll see you upstairs.”
“Upstairs?” Lizzy shimmies her shoulders. “Look who’s all fancy now.”
“Stop.”
Halfway down the hall is another bouncer standing at the base of some stairs. He nods at us, waving us through.
“Are you sure Tony won’t have a problem with you being here?” I call over my shoulder as we walk up.
“No. He’s at a work dinner or something. He said he may swing by later tonight, depending on what time he gets done and where we’re at.”
It’s already ten o’clock, and I know Lizzy said he was working on closing a big deal. That often means lots of late nights and expensive dinners. I can’t imagine him wanting to come out to a club after all that.
The upstairs is a little quieter. There’s a bar in the center and oversized booths scattered around the floor, with a small dance space in the middle. The second-floor curves around the downstairs so that whoever is up here can watch what’s going on from almost every angle.
“There she is,” a voice booms.
Callum.
He’s on the opposite side of the room walking towards us with his arms outstretched. Class and sophistication. Sex and Power. That is Callum McCall, and he’s intoxicating.
“Hello ladies,” he coos, sliding one hand into his pocket, causing the muscles in his arm to flex under his jacket.
“Hey,” I croak, my mouth suddenly watering so much I can barely speak.
“I wanted to formally introduce you to someone,” Callum offers, pulling his hand out of his pocket.
Sophie walks over. She’s sophistication bottled up in a petite little frame with a pixie haircut. She’s wearing a spaghetti-strap V-neck black dress.
Lizzy grabs my arm, recognizing her immediately.
“Everlee. Lizzy. I want you to meet my good friend, Sophie.”
Lizzy is the first to step forward because she isn’t tainted by the fact Sophie is Callum and the guy’s ex-lover.
She throws her hand out to shake Sophie’s.
“Oh my. I. What?” Lizzy glances at me, then back to Sophie.
“I’m sorry. Just fan-girling over here. I bought your cookbook like two years ago and,” she kisses the tips of her fingers.
“Chef’s kiss.” She laughs out loud, realizing what she said, then continues excitedly, “And then I started watching your cooking show and your other at-home show, then I saw you were in town.” She pats the air down. “Needless to say. Huge fan.”
Sophie chuckles softly. “Well, thank you. I love meeting fans.”
Lizzy thumbs at herself. “Right here!”
I laugh because I haven’t seen Lizzy this excited to meet someone since we got backstage passes at a Michael Bublé concert.
Sophie turns toward me. “Everlee. So happy I get to formally meet you.” She quickly glances at Lizzy. “Callum has told me so much about you.”
My eyes rest on Callum, wondering what in the world he could have said or if she’s just being nice. He pumps his eyebrows, but I’m still uncertain.
“I’ve reserved the upper floor for us tonight,” Callum says. “As well as the bar. Drink whatever you’d like.” He directs us over to one of the large semicircle booths against the wall, out of sight from the floor below.
Sophie holds out her hand. “Lizzy, would you like to come to the bar with me to pick out a shot for the group?”
“Not me,” Callum says, waving his hand.
Sophie glances at me, encouraging me to work on Callum. “Just one?” I pout, sticking my bottom lip out before mouthing, sir.
He glares at me playfully. “Fine. One. But that’s it.” He gives me a hard glare that tells me not to push it.
I grab his leg and squeeze, feeling his thigh muscles flex through his pants.
Butterflies dance in my stomach, forcing me to look away so I can get control of myself and to hide the blush on my cheeks.
It feels like there’s a little sex fiend nympho inside of me who’s been let out of her cage.
I don’t know if it’s because I’d been celibate for six months, or these guys, but damn.
It’s like she’s a scavenger looking for that dick, all bent knees, hands at the ready, flitting from one place to the other.
Lizzy and Sophie are at the bar, and I can tell Lizzy is going on about something, judging by how fast her mouth and hands are moving, and Sophie is just smiling, listening to it all.
I appreciate she didn’t use her past with Callum to sway him, but left it to me.
Almost as if she acknowledged me in their life.
His cheek brushes against my hair before I feel his warm breath on my ear. “I hear you had a good time with Jax this afternoon.” There’s a playfulness in his voice.
When I look back at him, our faces are inches apart. “What are you talking about?”
He chortles. “Your poker face is getting better, but you have to understand. For us, we share everything. We can’t afford to have secrets.” His hand runs up my spine, causing a wave of goosebumps to spread across my skin. “Did you do as Jax asked?”
Excitement twists knots into my stomach as I slowly nod.
“Good girl.”
A puff of air escapes between my lips as my pulse flutters. I live for his praise. My insides churn with an insatiable ache, a primal need that grips my very core. His head darts back to the girls carrying our drinks over. Sophie hands me a shot while Lizzy gives Callum his.
“To a good time tonight and a joyous trip to visit old friends,” Sophie cheers.
“Here, here,” Callum says before we all tilt the shot back.
Lemon Drop shot, a Lizzy go-to.
“Oh, this is quite delightful,” Sophie says with her soft French accent, wiping the excess from her lips.
“Oui!” Lizzy laughs.
“Here are your other drinks,” the bartender says, arriving with a tray of three martini glasses.
“Pineapple Cosmo,” Lizzy offers when I look at her.
One of my favorites. The cold sugar rim hits my lips at the same time a prickle vibrates from my pussy, causing me to nearly choke on the drink.
Trying my best to recover and not look like a complete idiot, I dab my mouth with a cocktail napkin and cut my eyes at Callum.
He’s leaning back in the chair, looking every part the mafia king, with his hair slicked back and one hand draped casually on the back of the chair, the other in his pocket.
There’s a mischievous, knowing look in his eye.
He has complete control over me with the tiniest of movements.
Just a little press of the button and the purple pussy eater comes alive. That’s what I’m calling it.
He raises his eyebrows and suddenly it vibrates against my clit and my g-spot. Trying not to completely lose my shit like a feral cat in the middle of the club, I lean forward and clamp my legs together as I attempt to place my drink on the table discreetly.
It doesn’t help.
Not at all.
A soft cry escapes as the sensation washes over me, my vision swimming with pleasure. Fucking hell. My eyes dart over at him, still watching me, and a moment later the vibration slows to a point where I think he’s cutting it off, but he doesn’t. He leaves it on, slow and steady.
Lizzy and Sophie are too engrossed in conversation to notice when Callum leans in close. His warm breath tickles my ear as his hand firmly rests on my thigh. “So, tell me again. Did you have a good time with Jax this afternoon?” he whispers.
When I nod, the vibration picks up speed. My core tightens and my nipples pebble as my fingers clamp around the edge of the chair.
“Use your words, Everlee.”
“Yes.” I have to pause for a second as the wave builds.
“Yes, what Everlee?” he pushes.
“Sir,” I pant out quickly, then the vibration dies.
As cliché as it sounds, I let out the breath I’d been holding, because it was the only thing keeping me from rocking in my seat and having a full-blown orgasm right here in front of everyone.
“Good girl.” He kisses my cheek, then stands up. “You ladies have fun. I need to go check on some things, but I’ll send Jax over here to keep you all company.”
I huff as he walks away, because this thing is still inside of me like a ticking time bomb waiting to make me explode.
Why in the hell did I put it in? Give him this much power?
Jax walks over a moment later, looking as casual and sexy as ever, wearing a black suit with a black button-down.
Fuck. These men in their suits. His dark eyes land on mine, watching me, drinking me in.
I don’t know if he’s picturing me on his cock, but I am.
Replays of this afternoon flicker through my head on repeat and I have to force myself not to grind my hips and take this orgasm that is dangerously close to pushing me over the edge.