2. EVERLEE – ROOM FULL OF MIRRORS
EVERLEE – ROOM FULL OF MIRRORS
After dinner, I suggest we go ice skating, but the men shake their heads with a mischievous look in their eyes.
“Boys…” The word drags out with a slight quiver in my voice.
“We have other plans, love,” Callum says, sliding his hand down my back and slipping his pinky under the edge of my dress.
“What are these plans you speak of?”
“That would be for us to know and for you to find out?”
The constant smiling is taking a toll on my cheeks, as a dull ache settles in my muscles. “Brady, you’ll tell me, won’t you?”
His eyes meet mine in the mirror and even though I can’t see the smile on his face, I can see it in his eyes. The kind of smile which says I’m completely delusional if I think I’m getting any information from him.
“So, Lizzy showing up wasn’t an accident?”
“Unfortunately, no,” Jax grumbles.
Emmett smacks Jax on the shoulder. “You’re the one who said-”
“E!”
Emmett laughs.
“What did he say?” My brows perk on my face as I glance back and forth between Emmett and Jax.
“Nothing,” Jax fires back.
“I don’t believe you.”
“He said,” Emmett starts, then pauses, clearly enjoying Jax’s reaction.
“That Lizzy is the only one he’d trust with the puppies while we’re out.”
My mouth falls open in shock as I suck in a whistling, loud, deep breath. “No,” I whisper.
“Yep.” Emmett is holding his stomach from laughter as lasers are shooting across the car at him from Jax.
Snapping my head back to Jax, I climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “You said that about Lizzy?”
“Stop. Both of you are reading too much into this.”
“I still think you’re trying to pretend you don’t like her when really you do,” Knox enters the conversation.
“I still think it was a mistake being nice to you at Ms. Mary’s all those years ago. I’ve often thought if we were complete assholes to you, you probably wouldn’t be a thorn in my side today.”
“See, when you say things like that, it’s proof you really love me.” Knox squeezes Jax’s shoulder with a friendly shake.
“We’re here,” Callum calls.
Excited, I look outside and see the familiar brick exterior of Allure. My heart flutters with excitement.
“What are we doing here?”
“We rented a room for the night.”
“How? I manage the reservations. I didn’t see anyone’s name on it.”
“Luna Begood,” Jax says, sliding his hand up my leg under the slit in the dress. The tip of his finger brushes against my pussy before he stops and pulls his hand back out.
“Lu-na.” My words stutter as realization washes over me, causing my stomach to tighten with excitement. I remember seeing that name now because it reminded me of our Luna, but I never put two and two together. “Luna Begood.” Laughter bursts from me.
Brady pulls to a stop by the owner’s entrance, so we climb out. Callum's voice becomes a mumbled whisper in the air, saying something about the morning, but I don’t pay attention. My mind is focused on trying to remember which room I had Luna marked down for on the reservation. Part of me wants to remember, while the other part of me doesn’t, so I’m surprised.
Emmett slips his hand around my hips and squeezes. “We’re putting a baby in you tonight.”
Since taking my IUD out at Christmas and giving it to the guys, they have been absolutely feral. They’ve all been passing around baby books and what to expect at all the different stages of pre-pregnancy, pregnancy, and post-pregnancy. Emmett and Knox put a calendar on the backdoor of the pantry to track my menstrual cycle, even though it’s still spotty as everything fires back up again. We all knew it could take a few months for my body to get back to normal, but it’s the one time they take red as a sign to go, go, go!
“Or we’ll keep trying, over and over again,” Jax whispers, slipping his hand down the back of my dress like Callum does, and stopping when he breaches just past the edge of the fabric. Enough to tease, but nothing else.
Knox swipes his badge, and we walk into the dark hallway. Bass pulses loud and deep, reverberating through the walls and across my chest. It’s a slow, steady beat that has this way of making you want to dance like a snake and rub your hands on yourself in a slow, seductive way.
We enter the main room on the right side, down from the demo rooms. It looks like a good night. After New Years, we added a small stage in the middle of the main room for demos. There is a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree unobstructed view of the stage. It’s decorated this week with red velvet and satin, with a few hearts sprinkled in for the holiday. Around the stage are small tables with seating, and high-back cushion chairs sprinkled within.
Glancing at my watch, it’s almost ten, which means a show is about to start. Madame Dubois has taken over as manager for all the shows and entertainment for the club, which is nice. She was always doing it before to help us out while we learned the ropes. Wink. Wink. But it really seems to be a natural fit, and it takes another thing off our plate. Plus, she got a title and more money because of it, so win-win.
She rotates shows at various times throughout the week, ensuring that if you miss one, you can always catch it at a different time on another day. Sometimes, they’re interactive with the audience and other times, it’s just someone on stage.
The floor is packed, leading me to believe that a couple has volunteered and been chosen to have sex. Sounds a little strange, but it’s like a real life porno and one of our more popular shows.
“Do you want to join them?” Callum’s breath dances across my skin and down my spine, causing goosebumps to spread over my body. He presses his chest against my back and flattens his hands on the front of my hips as he pulls me against him. His hard length presses at my lower back, causing me to gasp.
“Do you want to kick them off the stage?” My lips gently graze the corner of his when I turn my head to look at him.
“Maybe next time. We have another surprise for you.” He plants a quick peck on my nose, then pushes me along, never breaking his hold on me. He walks, and his cock brushes against my ass with each step we take. His groans as he gets harder and harder, makes me wetter and wetter.
Knox runs up ahead to room 6(9) and punches in the assigned code for Luna Begood. Each time someone reserves a room, the computer generates an access code the member can enter when they’re ready, without checking in.
He pushes the door open and I can’t wait to see what we have in store. When reserving the room, the reservee can customize it to their liking and preferences. Even save those selections for future reservations to expedite the process.
When we turn the corner, my heart leaps out of my chest.
They have large standing mirrors setup in an octagon formation, with a small opening on the front side, wide enough so we can walk into the center. All the mirrors are on stands with wheels, so we can move them around with ease and close the gap, sealing us in.
In the middle of the octagon is a bed and a sex swing suspended from the ceiling with a thick strap for me to sit on with cuffs for my wrists and ankles. We have several variations of sex swings, from actual swings, to larger swinging platforms, to ropes, and lastly, this. While I love Shibari on the ground and having Knox tie me up, I’m not as much a fan of the suspension. The ropes cut into my skin a little too much, but I really love being fucked in the air, so this swing is the perfect compromise.
I almost squeal out and clap my hands, but I try to keep my cool. But seriously! A sex swing in a room of mirrors.
D.R.E.A.M!
Jax closes the door behind us, and the automatic lock engages. The grind of the gears sends my heart into a battle with my ribcage as it beats harder and faster.
Jax slides his right hand around my hips and uses his left to sweep the hair away from my neck as he plants heated kisses under my jaw. My knees buckle for a second, so I grab onto his hand.
The low chuckle that rumbles from his chest shoots straight to my core, nearly melting me into a pile of flesh goo.
When my eyes focus, they fall on Emmett, Callum, and Knox, in their black pants, and white button-up untucked with the top few buttons unbuttoned as they take their cuff links off.
Fuck me.
And just behind them, in the mirror, is me, with a very primal looking Jax, staring back at me.
At us.
His hand slides up to my throat as he watches me watch him. His cock is pressing hard against my back and it’s taking everything in me right now not to lose what little control I have and turn around and rip his clothes off.
But that’s not the game we’re playing.
They want me submissive tonight and damn, do I want to be dominated.
Even though Jax is not clamping his hand around my throat, I still forget to breathe. I’d say I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, but Lizzy’s not here and that would also imply that I took in a breath.
No. My dumbass blows out a breath and does nothing. Just stares googly eyed at a bunch of cocks… a flock of cocks, and doesn’t breathe.
Jax’s hand releases from my neck and slowly pushes the straps of my dress off my shoulders as he plants kisses on my neck again. Between the men’s eyes watching me and Jax’s lips brushing against all my sensitive parts, I’m about to combust.
As soon as the dress falls past my breasts, my nipples shoot out, more erect than a plank on the side of a pirate ship. If they had little mouths, they’d be rejoicing their freedom from the confines of my dress.
My teeth scrape across my bottom lip as I watch the men slip out of their pants. Knox and Emmett leave theirs puddled on the floor where they fall, but Callum bends down, folds them quickly and lays them on the corner of the bed.
As my dress falls down my body, Jax brushes his lips down my spine, getting lower and lower. Goosebumps erupt across my skin again, and my stomach tightens and my pussy pulses.
“Jax.”
“Shh, mama. Don’t speak.”
A zing shoots through my body to my heart. He just called me mama and I swear to all the baby gods out there… That has to be a kink or something. I want to ask him to say it again, but I also don’t want to open my mouth because I want to be their good girl tonight.
Jax kisses each of my ass cheeks and blows a warm breath that makes its way to my clit. It takes everything in me not to rotate my hips to bring his mouth closer. His hand slides down my leg to my ankle, where he grabs it and helps me step out of my dress. Once both feet are out, he tosses it out of the way and the other men stalk over to me, looking like the sex gods they are as Jax stands back up.
Emmett brushes his hand over my stomach. “Mama.”
A lump forms in my throat and I swallow… hard.
Emmett sinks to his knees in front of me and a tingle shoots through my body with heady anticipation. His beard brushes against my leg as he inhales a deep breath. The old me would have cringed, but the new me. The me these men helped create is confident. They love me so much that it makes it easy for me to love myself. Their love and appreciation for every part of me, scars and all, is like a wall defending against the doubt.
“Hey, mama…” Emmett looks up at me, hands wrapped around the back of my knees.
“Hey,” I whisper, a giddiness taking over me. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted flowers for Valentine’s, but I’m sure your tu-lips will change my mind.”
Emmett looks down, trying to hide his laugh, then looks back up. “I was going to ask if you wanted Jax and I to take you.”
A smile stretches along my lips, and I nod emphatically. “Very much.”
“We’ll take care of you on the bed then, after Callum and Knox take you on the swing.”
Butterflies dance in my stomach. The swing.
When I step towards it, Emmett stops me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“The swing.”
“Not yet, love. We have the entire night here, and we’re going to take our time with you.”
Last time they said this, we fucked for several hours. It wasn’t constant the entire time, but there was some sort of stimulation from someone. It was sensual, hot, romantic… and exhausting. My ass, both literally and figuratively, was worn out the next day.
Emmett plants himself between my legs, raising up on his knees for a second and swipes his tongue along my pussy, letting the tip of his tongue flick my clit.
A low hum of appreciation vibrates from my chest.
Emmett licks again, pulsing his tongue inside of me. I hate having orgasms standing up because it's like a battle for my body. Orgasms make my legs weak, which I’m using to stand on so it’s like they fight against it because they don’t want to fail at their job and make me crumble to the floor, so they hold out for as long as they can, keeping my orgasm away until BAM! And damn if it isn’t one of those deep, rock your bones kind of orgasms because your legs have teamed up with the tongue or dick between your legs to edge the fuck out of you, only making it more intense.
My eyes glance across the room and I find Callum standing with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it while he stares at me. Fire spreads through my body like a wildfire in a dry forest.
Knox is in the swing, spinning in a circle, looking up at the hooks and strings that’s holding it to the ceiling like he’s trying to figure out if it can hold his weight. He should know. He made us reinforce and get the large hooks and straps so it can hold up to one thousand pounds.
Something brushes along the outside of my leg and when I look down, Jax has moved from the back to the front, where he’s crouched beside Emmett, still dressed, but shirt untucked and partially unbuttoned. He looks like a sexy mafia king right now with the white shirt contrasting his tan skin, dark hair and five o’clock shadow.
Jax grabs Emmett’s jaw and turns him so they’re face to face. Jax glances up at me and my pussy throbs with what I know is coming next, and the fact Jax looked at me to make sure I’m watching makes me even hotter. He tosses me a quick wink, then turns at takes Emmett’s lips with his. Watching their lips meld together, their tongues slide into each other’s mouth, their fingers gripping in one another’s hair like they can’t get enough of one another…
H.O.T. Hot!
Jax hums and almost like they’re talking to one another through their minds, they both turn at the same time and press their tongues to my pussy which is now dripping. Their tongues lick up my arousal while still brushing against one another, both of them eating me out while Callum and Knox watch.
Jax pulls away and stands, moving behind me, and lifts me onto Emmett’s shoulders so he can bury his face between my legs. My head falls back against Jax, who slides his hand up around my neck and squeezes for just a second, and our eyes lock in the mirror. He’s asking for permission without saying the words, so I give a slight nod.
A puff of air escapes as excitement zings through me and my orgasm pushes closer to the edge.
Jax’s mouth latches onto the side of my neck opposite his hand and bites. A moan escapes as the pain quickly turns to pleasure and my hips buck uncontrollably on Emmett’s face. Jax sucks hard enough on my skin to leave a mark, but I love it. Let him mark me. I will happily wear his badges around so everyone knows who I belong with.
Sliding my hand to wrap around the back of his neck, I hold him to me- wanting him, needing him, to suck hard. To completely claim me.
“Oh God. Emmett…” I pant out, rocking my hips faster and faster.
Emmett’s hands clamp hard around my thighs, holding me still at the same time Jax releases my neck with a little pop.
“Look at me,” Jax commands with a deep growl.
My eyes snap to his in the mirror, and he looks completely feral. It feels like a rock just dropped from my throat to my stomach, pushing my orgasm along that much faster.
A smirk curls on the corner of his lips as he slides his hand around my throat, still not squeezing yet. He’s waiting… watching.
Emmett presses two fingers inside of me and the pressure with his mouth causes me to cry out. He finds that magical spot inside of me and my head falls back and my hips thrust faster, feeding the beast inside.
“Don’t move,” Jax demands, but I don’t listen.
My body is in control right now.
“Don’t move.” This time his words are slow and deep, followed by his hand clamping around my throat.
Our eyes lock on one another in the mirror, and tears trickle down my face. It’s so intense. Emmett’s tongue, Jax’s hand around my throat, watching me.
My lungs burn with the lack of oxygen as my orgasm slams into me. Jax releases and it's like the huge gulp of air I suck in is oxygen for the raging orgasm inside of me. Emmett doesn’t stop and I cry out. The loudest wail I’ve ever made as this orgasm washes over me like a tsunami.
When I try to move my legs off Emmett’s shoulders, he grabs them and holds me to his face while I come around his tongue.
“Fuck me,” Knox whimpers, hanging from the strings in the swing no longer moving.
“Yes, please.”
Emmett releases my legs so I can stand and I feel like a newborn deer, legs like noodles and all shaky.
I hold my hand out and Callum stalks over and swoops me up into his arms, his bright blue eyes drinking me up.
“My turn.”