Chapter 27
EVERLEE- WHEN YOU’RE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK, IT’S BOUND TO END IN A GOOD TIME
“You seemed quiet during the last hour,” Callum notes in the car ride back to their house. Lizzy called Tony, and we just dropped Sophie at her hotel.
“Sorry.”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I mean something. But I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
“Do you want to do something else instead?” He closes the gap between us as his hand moves up my thigh.
I want to say no, but I can’t. I just want to fuck and forget. “I’d love to do something else.”
“Music, Brady. Make it something loud.”
Were we really about to have sex in the backseat of a moving car, with the driver an arm’s reach away? There’s no way.
“I’ve been thinking about your pussy all night.”
“I’ve been thinking about it too since you men thought it would be funny to edge me all night with the remote-control vibrator you gave me. You better be glad I was dancing on the floor that one time, because I would have definitely puddled all over your seats. My panties are a complete waste now.”
“Then let’s get rid of them.”
“Already did.”
He sucks in a breath before his hand slips under my dress and swipes over my glistening pussy.
“Fuck me, Everlee.” He sucks his fingers, then reaches into his pocket and flips the switch for the vibrator.
Immediately the buzz clicks on and I try to close my legs, but his fingers grip onto my thigh and hold them open.
“No, baby.” Wave after wave pulses through my body, radiating from my core as my eyes lock on his.
He’s watching me intently, his eyes on fire.
My fingers dig into the cushion of the seat and he comes in for a kiss, taking my mouth in his.
Oh goddamn. A tear trickles out of my eye because this is almost too much to take.
His mouth expertly moves over mine as his tongue swirls around, and my body begins to grind.
I’m about to crest the top of my orgasm and all the sudden the vibration stops and a whimper rushes out along with a frustrated puff of air.
My body welcomes the brief reprieve, but it’s almost turning into torture.
For hours they’ve been playing with my orgasm, pushing it to the edge, then letting it back off.
I’m so spooled up right now that the next bump or vibration could set me off on a cataclysmic orgasm that would probably show on the Richter scale.
When we get to his house, he scoops me up and carries me in. I’m fairly confident, once again, that my vagina is hanging out for the world to see, but we’re on a private drive and Brady stayed in the car, giving us time to get into the house.
Callum walks us into the living room where the rest of the men are waiting. Emmett looks fresh out of the shower with wet hair, wearing a pair of black joggers that hang low on his hips.
“I think she’s ready, boys,” Callum calls.
Fuck me. I go limp in his arms.
Headline tomorrow reads: Mysterious seismic activity reported last night. Cause still unknown.
“Do you want to play a little game?” Callum asks.
I nod, not sure why. Because the last time they asked me to do something, I ended up with the purple pussy eater inside of me.
“Did you ever play sardines growing up?” he inquires.
“The reverse hide and seek?”
“Exactly.”
I nod again, excitement robbing me of my voice box.
“Only we play naked.”
My eyes grow wider.
“You hide first.” He winks.
“How much time do I get?”
“How much do you need?”
“Ten minutes.”
“Ten?”
“This is a big house and I want to make it good.”
“Fine. Round one is ten minutes.”
Round one? Thankfully, tomorrow is the weekend and I can sleep as long as I want.
All kinds of ideas fill my head as I think through where to hide. When I get to the kitchen, Knox shouts out, “Don’t forget, no clothes!”
“And no orgasms unless there are two or more people hiding with you,” Callum adds.
Oh shit.
My ten minutes are ticking away, but before I go upstairs, I watch the men strip out of their clothes.
The vibrator kicks on a second later, startling me, and I squeal out, eliciting a laugh from the living room.
After a second, it turns off.
When I land on the top floor, I look around, having no clue where I’m going.
I’ve only been in a few rooms up here and I know I can’t go to those.
The fun thing about playing sardines when I was a kid was to find the smallest space you could.
Every time someone found you, they had to fit in there with you or they were out.
Trying to see how many ten-year-olds could fit into a cabinet was something to behold.
I’m doing the same thing now, only instead of hands and knees, it’s going to be ass and cocks.
The floors barely creak under my weight as I move from room to room.
They didn’t say any room was off-limits, so I pick a door at random and drop my dress in front of it, then hurry to the voyeur room where I drop my heels.
The door at the end of the hall is calling out to me, so I sprint to it, knowing my time is running out, and throw it open only to find another set of stairs leading up.
The door shuts quietly behind me as low-level lighting illuminates the stairway.
I hurry up the stairs and push the door open.
I’m on their roof. But it’s not just any roof. They have a rooftop bar with lighting, games, a pool, and a hot tub. I’m definitely going to hide up here, but where?
On the far end of the roof, they have a near-perfect view of the downtown skyscrapers on the horizon. It’s beautiful here, but still private.
A gentle breeze blows and reminds me I need to find a hiding spot, so I quickly settle on the green turf behind a row of chairs that overlook the cityscape. I can admire it while I wait.
The seconds tick by and turn to minutes as another cool wind blows, causing me to shiver.Why did I think it was a good idea to hide nude on their roof in winter?
I didn’t feel the air at first because of the excitement and anticipation, but now that I’ve been outside for a minute, the weather is starting to bite.
The steam from the hot tub drifts up behind me, and the hypnotic gurgle of the jets beckons.
“Yeah. Screw this. A hot tub is an equally good place to hide,” I mumble, pushing myself off the ground.
When I stand up, the purple pussy eater falls out and drops to the ground where I leave it. Probably not a good idea to take that into the hot tub. The water stings my skin, but only for a minute. By the time the water is at my neck, it feels like a warm blanket wrapped around me.
“Found you,” a rough and deep voice calls.