Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
CADE
“Dicks, demons, and dreams. … It just keeps getting better.”
T apping.
“Pssst.”
Who’s tapping me?
“Pssst.”
They have a death wish.
“Pssst.”
I’ll murder whoever this is.
Cracking my eyelids, I see Eily. Like one of those cute prairie dogs, she’s popping up, eyes big, neck craning, looking over Redix. “Pssst.” She’s trying to wake me up.
“What?” I mouth back.
She nods toward our tent’s open flap.
I lift my head. I can barely focus on the silhouettes standing there—all women, all nude, all with bath towels slung over their shoulders.
Charlie. Stacey. Blair. Scarlett .
What the fuck?
The Amazons are summoning me at dawn.
“It’s Charlie,” Eily whispers. “It’s Lip Love Time.”
That’s all I need to hear.
Sliding out from under Redix, I scoot from the middle where we like to sleep and leave him naked in the bed with Silas and Daniel.
Once my feet touch the plush, “porno rug,” as Eily calls it, she hands me a bath towel equally plush.
“Come on,” she mutters, urging me to join them.
Are we about to freeze bras?
Are we about to draw dicks on the sleeping foreheads of our men?
Not that they’d complain. But the sight of Luca Mercier with a black Sharpie dick on his forehead would be damn amusing.
Without a word, like a clatter of clandestine cunts, we quietly prowl from our tent’s platform, across the sandy path, my bare feet not minding the crushed pine straw, too.
Whatever we need to talk about, I’m here for it.
Lip Love Time is my favorite.
It’s what me, Eily, Charlie, and whoever has two sets of lips do after a fun night. I mean … a fuck night.
We debrief. We dissect. We die laughing. And we usually pop ibuprofen and put ice packs between our legs, planning the next round.
Eily leads our group to the fifth guest tent, the one not being used. The large tub on its platform steams, full and bubbling in the brisk morning. Silas turned these huge silver basins into outdoor hot tubs with teak wood benches and stools inside.
Climbing over the ledge, one by one, we use the three-step ladder to ease into the tub, settling into a circle.
Charlie’s the last to climb in as I ask, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
From the ledge where rolled towels and spa products are arranged, Eily, our pornified party planner, pours three cups of sandalwood-scented bath salts into our water.
She turns our tub into a soup of perfumed pussies, while Charlie answers, “I’m fine. I just … I just…”
She trails off.
“Was last night too much?” Scarlett worries for her. They’re close. Charlie used to be her boss. “I mean … you took on a lot of dick last night.”
“And she won!” Eily, with her long hair piled into a messy top knot, blurts with pride. “I mean, Charlie, we know you can squirt. Lots of us can, especially with our men’s skills, but last night, you were like the Hoover Dam, cracking to come, bursting with the water of life. Like it was Vegas, and you were a fountain show of fucks. A woman’s wet dream. Or a volcano erupting. You were Mount St. Pussy Goddess hotly spewing forth new life onto this planet and?—”
Charlie’s rolling. We all are because Eily has an imagination and no filters, but those are facts, too.
“Y’all,” Charlie sighs. “I don’t know what got into me last night.”
“Six dicks.”
Stacey smirks, her arms slung over the back of the tub, her glorious breasts bobbing in the water. “That’s what got into you last night. Six beautiful dicks.”
“ Six ?” Charlie’s eyes get wide.
“Shit.” Stacey’s face drops. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember? Don’t tell me that’s not what you wanted?”
I guess Stacey feels responsible. The Sexorcism was her trick, and like her, I thought we all enjoyed the treats .
But apparently…
“You were moaning, like screaming for more,” Blair adds. “It sure looked and sounded like you wanted it. You were fisting dicks and getting fucked and literally moaning, ‘Cocks. Give me more cocks.’”
Eily giggles. “Is this a bad time for a that’s-what-he-said joke?”
“No.” Charlie chuckles. “I mean, yes. I did. I did want it. I remember. It’s just that…”
She trails off again, her stare landing on the sprawling live oak at the edge of the camp as if entranced, and we fall silent, letting the tub bubble.
In the distance, we can hear the birds. Closer by, we can hear men, their grunts of lust distinct.
Someone’s fucking.
“That’s Beau and Colt,” Blair says. “They wanted me, too, this morning. This place is really turning them on. I swear,” she turns to Eily, “did you put something in the water? Because I feel it, too. This must be what bitches in heat feel like.”
“Same,” Scarlett adds. “It’s like I can’t get enough. I even wore Luca out last night. I told him to lie there and let me do the work. He wasn’t complaining, but after two more times, he had nothing left in him. And still, I was horny.”
Around the tub, our heads nod.
We all feel it.
And even though I have spent a lot of time on this island, sharing some of the most erotic moments of my life, something is different this week.
It’s in Charlie’s sapphire eyes that must reflect mine. I glance around our circle; every woman has that intense gleam and sparkling demand.
They say men are the horny ones. Yeah .
But women are the hungry ones.
And this week, we’re ravenous.
“Okay.” But I can’t help it. I may be getting my freak on, too, but I’m still a detective. “Tell us what you remember.”
“I remember Silas and Redix,” Charlie answers. “Then I remember Daniel and Luke.”
Stacey sighs, “That was so hot. Luke got so into it. He liked me touching him while he was fucking you. He was getting off on me telling him how to do it, telling him to watch how you were creaming on his cock, and I was rubbing your clit, showing him, and?—”
“Quiet.” Eily giggles. “You’re getting me horny when I need a cup of coffee first.”
“Ditto,” Blair sighs.
“Oh, I remember that. And then”—Charlie closes her eyes—“I remember Redix again, sharing me with Luke, giving me a DP with Daniel. I remember Mateo, Zar, and Colton were in my mouth. And then…”
She keeps doing it.
She trails off, her stare mesmerized by the old tree.
It’s like it’s interrupting us.
It’s like it’s calling her name.
I don’t want to lead the witness, but she’s acting odd. Charlie’s mind is a steel trap. She’s the CEO of a security company, for fuck’s sake. She doesn’t forget people and details. Much less dicks and who was giving them to her.
“And then, what?” Gently, I ask Charlie, “What do you remember? And it’s okay if you don’t. We’re not judging.”
“Yeah, I get dick delirium all the time.” Eily tugs out her bun, assuring Charlie, “Sometimes I want it so bad; I know it’s Silas inside me, but when Redix and Daniel are there sharing me, too, it becomes a blur. No, not a blur. It’s like I zoom in on a porno and only focus on dicks fucking me everywhere.”
She makes us laugh, especially Blair. Her raven hair is wet and falling slick down her back.
“That’s an image,” she says. “And it’s going in my next book.”
“Oh, please write a book about us!” Eily claps. “Just change our names. You can do that porno name thing. You know, your first pet and the street you lived on. Mine is ‘Princess Spanker Lane.’ It’s perfect!”
Scarlett chuckles, adding, “Mine is ‘Rocket Butts Avenue.’”
Blair laughs while I stay focused on Charlie. “Can you remember what happened next?”
“Yeah,” Charlie answers. “But I don’t know if it was real.”
“If what was real?”
“If it was Mateo next. That’s who I wanted. That’s who I called for, right? And Ford?”
“Right.” Stacey smiles. “You wanted all of my husbands, and I was happy to oblige. We don’t usually do that. We’re not usually open. But once they saw Luke getting into it. I mean,” she chuckles, “getting into you , I think it turned Ford and Mateo on. They wanted to share you with him and for me to touch them while they did it, too. And you wanted them. You called for them.”
“Yeah,” Charlie mutters, “I remember the calling.”
Yeah, I heard it.
What she just said.
And does Charlie look high? Like stoned on DP memories?
“ The calling? ”
“That’s what it felt like.” Charlie focuses on me, confessing, “Something was screaming from inside me.”
Eily tilts her head. “Like shouting from your pussy?”
“I sure feel my kitty calling sometimes,” Blair adds. “She’s got a dirty mind of her own. Usually, it calls when I should be doing laundry or emptying the dishwasher. But who wants to do chores when you can do cocks?”
Eily throws her arm over Blair’s shoulder. “I know you already have a twin, but I think we’re triplets.”
Yeah, they don’t look alike, but they sure have matching minds and mouths. Blair doesn’t use filters, either.
They keep cutely interrupting my interrogation, but I want to get to the bottom of this.
It’s not that anything wrong happened last night. Clearly, it’s what Charlie wanted. She said so, and she’s not the kind of woman—none of us are—to do a damn thing she doesn’t want.
But something odd happened.
I can’t describe it either.
Like Charlie, my mind stammers for words.
Last night, while she was getting the gorgeous gangbang of her life, her body erupting with lust so many times—we are definitely turning that mattress into a shrine—the rest of us were under a spell, too.
I was with Blair and Scarlett while their men watched. Luca and Beau, in particular, seemed possessed. It turned me on, seeing their cocks get so raging hard while they watched me fuck their women with my generous strap-on, making them come, then their men took their turn with them.
The night was an erotic dream.
But it wasn’t. It was real. I have the strap marks on my thighs to prove it .
“So, Charlie, what are you saying?” I ask. “That you were?—”
“Possessed.”
The word escapes her lips and doesn’t fall into the water.
No, it rises with the steam into the morning mist. It trails, wisps weaving into the branches above, lacing through the silver moss, swaying like ghosts.
A cool breeze suddenly caresses our shoulders, making goosebumps shiver over our skin, not emerged in soothing, warm water. I can see its path travel across our flesh.
Stacey drops her chin. “Possessed?” Her tone believes it. It just doesn’t want to.
“I guess that’s what it was,” Charlie answers. “Not like I have experience with the demonic. But… No. That’s not what it was like. It wasn’t evil or painful. It was the opposite. I wanted it. I would close my eyes and see people?—”
“I see dead people!” Eily blurts. “It was like that movie? You saw dead people like that boy who’s talking to the nice cop who doesn’t know he’s dead the whole time and?—”
Blair laughs. “Spoiler alert if you haven’t seen The Sixth Sense .”
Charlie laughs, too. “Yeah, I saw nice, dead people.”
Blair leans forward. “Details. I need details.”
Yeah, this is definitely going into her books.
“They didn’t look dead,” Charlie answers. “They looked alive. Like they were here, but centuries ago. I saw furniture and candles and figurines everywhere. It felt like we were with them. Like we were fucking in their ritual.”
Blair grins. “Like an ancient orgy ritual?”
“Yeah,” Charlie says. “I don’t know how I know it, but I felt it. That’s what they did here centuries ago. Rituals. Ceremonies. Orgies. It’s like our sex is conjuring them. It’s like when my eyes were open, I saw our men fucking me, and I wanted them. And when I closed my eyes, I saw those people and wanted them even more.
“Maybe I made it up. Maybe it was a fantasy, but I saw that man. The one Silas said was my ancestor here. I swear I saw him. I felt him. He made me want to do things.”
“Oh my god,” Eily sighs. “I’m so jealous. You were possessed by a gangbang ghost. And when I die, I’m doing the same thing. Whenever people are fucking, I’ll haunt them in a sweet way. You know, like work a woman’s clit to make sure she comes.”
“Why wait until you die?” Blair teases Eily. “You didn’t last night. Thank you, by the way.”
Eily pecks Blair’s cheek.
Last night, she took her turn with Blair, too, licking her pussy while Silas fucked Eily, spanking her ass, making her get off on being his “bad girl.”
I almost forgot that part.
See?
It was a slutty seance.
“But I have to admit,” Charlie says. “Whatever was in me last night, my body sure feels it now. I may need a break tonight.”
Stacey chuckles. “It really was a sexorcism but in reverse. We were fucking the spirit into you, not out.”
“I don’t know.” Blair jokes, “Charlie, you sure were loving it so much. You were pouring out the praise—like squirting a sexy sermon.”
Hiding behind her hand, Charlie blushes. She giggles. She shakes her head.
What the supernatural shit? Since when is Charlie shy?
“Girl,” I amaze, “you’re serious, aren’t you? You were possessed ? ”
She’s still blushing. “Yes, I swear I was.”
“Big dicks and sweet demons.” Eily claps her hands. “This week keeps getting better.”
“And hotter.”
“And wetter.”
“And dirtier.”
“It’s a horny haunting for sure.”
The women agree. Like witches, each adding her erotic ingredient into our potion.
“So, y’all don’t think I’m crazy?” Charlie asks. “I woke up this morning worried I had lost my mind or that it was all a dream. But I’m so sore, I know it wasn’t.”
“You’re not crazy.” Scarlett caresses her shoulder. “Whenever I scene with Luca, I go into a trance. Some call it sub-space, but it’s real. Your body is so overwhelmed with sensations that you lose control of your mind. It is sorta like a dream.”
“Dicks, demons, and dreams.” Eily sighs. “It just keeps getting better. And look at us. All gathered, brewing in our own potion. We’re like a coven.” Her eyes grow wide. Get ready for the blurt. “A cunty coven! That’s it. That’s our name.”
We laugh. We nod. We high-five.
And I know this is Eily’s dream.
All she wanted was for us to have a good time, and she needed it, too.
I know she’s stressing about getting pregnant, but she tries to hide it. Always smiling and joking, that’s Eily’s true spirit, but she’s human, too. She and Silas have this sweet dream, and so do we. We hope they add to our family, too.
That’s why she went all out on planning this week. She needs the fun. And the distraction.
No .
A dickstraction .
Hang on.
She needed it so bad, forget a hot haint haunting us with orgiastic urges.
What about the real criminal Eily invited, too?
“So,” I persist, “now that we know Charlie was officially possessed by her amorous ancestor, let’s get to the bottom of this other man. The real one you invited to fuck with us, too.”
Eily twists her lips.
Guilt darts her happy glance away.
“Yeah.” Charlie sits up, her clarity returning. The fuck fog lifts from her eyes as she asks Stacey, “Who’s the man who hides at your place? You know, the one Eily met at Delta’s?”