Chapter 177
Wear Your Pyjamas to Work Day
Kalen
When I sent out the email blast that The Order was celebrating wearing your pyjamas to work day, I honestly expected more skin.
Yes, it might be cold as fuck outside, but inside its warm and cosy so what’s everyone’s excuse?
With everyone all covered up, this day might just be boring.
Or it could be…but this is me – Kalen Knox – we’re talking about.
Things around me are always fun. And if they’re not, I make them fun.
Bring on the shenanigans of the chief shenaniganator. I awarded myself that title, it has a ring to it, I think.
Strutting down the corridor in my boxers, because Amelie would send Branson to castrate me if I wore my usual nightwear – aka absolutely nothing – to work, I whistle a merry tune, excited to see what everyone else has chosen to wear.
I covered the goods for her benefit. I did maybe kind of send an email to my brothers from Amelie’s email, because there is no way that those idiots would wear anything less than their perfect work uniforms. They’re always we have to look the part, blah, blah, blah.
But even they wouldn’t ignore a direct mandate from the Boss Lady.
This might be a boring holiday compared to some that I could have chosen, but who doesn’t want to wear PJs to work?
I have even stacked up boxes of slippers at the door, night gowns, and soft fluffy blankets for everyone.
We even have a pillow fort in the break room which probably breaks numerous health and safety regulations, but hopefully Sawyer doesn’t see it and we’ll be golden.
I also left Amelie a brand new set of silk PJs in her office, and even though I wanted to be a perv and make them show all the good bits of skin, I made sure they are a respectable set with long pants and a button up top. Don’t want others looking at what’s mine.
Maybe I should have chosen something sexier and given everyone else the day off so that I could enjoy workplace nookie without having to share.
Damn. Maybe next year.
Stepping into the training zone, I snort when I see Onyx in a silk pair of boxers with hearts on them that I left on his bed with a note from ‘Amelie’.
“Looking good brother,” I call, followed by a laugh. Never in my entire life would I have been able to imagine this lump of coal having a soft gooey centre, a side of him reserved for our girl.
“This was all you wasn’t it?” he says accusingly, eyes narrowed and hands curling into fists.
I nod, right as I see the evil gleam in his eye – the one that says if you don’t run, I will fuck you up – and he will, with no remorse either, might I add.
Onyx doesn’t care how old we are now, he will beat me black and blue.
“Oh shit.” I swallow nervously as he starts moving towards me a little quicker than I expected.
Luckily for me, the guy’s a tank and I’m all limber and shit, so I can out run him. I had to growing up, and some things never change.
Laughter spills out of me as I run back up the corridor, where Sawyer watches as I race towards him. Of course the grandpa is in flannel, he looks like he’s an old man. Ridiculous and not at all sexy.
I wonder if he takes his dentures out before or after he and Amelie have sex at night?
I know where Amelie is, she’ll be watching some new recruits for this year to see if they can pass the test. I snort thinking about fifty people facing their fears in their sleepwear today.
It’s really going to suck arse for them.
Amusing as fuck for me, especially since I set all of their tasks for today and I really had to dig deep to incorporate the holiday because who’s afraid of soft fluffy blankets?
Well one recruit is scared of monsters under their bed, at twenty, so I used that to my advantage. The poor sap might need a spare set of PJs by the time he is done.
“I’m going to kill you,” Onyx bellows as I take a sharp left.
The arsehole is gaining on me because my bunny slippers keep slipping on the floor.
He might want to be nicer to me. I can count on my hand the amount of times we have had group sexy times, mainly because him and Sawyer are greedy and Sawyer can be a stick in the mud. But what is hotter than seeing Amelie filled with cocks?
Honestly, my brothers really fail miserably at this relationship, which is why it’s up to me to keep the spark alive.
My office is in a new building and I have the entire top floor while the renovations are being done.
I’ve transformed it to replicate the one time we made a fort and we all fucked in it until it fell down around us.
I have an SOS message ready to go out after lunch.
I checked and cleared two hours in our schedule.
It’s all I could manage so it will have to be long enough.
I slip into my office and lock the door before Onyx can catch up with me and pummel me half to death. A gang bang later won’t be much fun if I’m beaten black and blue, and poor Amelie wouldn’t have half as much fun if I was forced to sit and watch and deny her the magnificence of my monster cock.
I shed my boxers and replace them with the matching silk pyjamas I got for Amelie earlier. Even though they cover most of my body, the fabric is thin enough to reveal the outline of my cock, which I know will drive her wild.
I send out the SOS message as planned, hoping to lure Amelie into my lair in the heart of my fortress. My heart races in anticipation, wondering if all of my brothers will join us.
Just as I’m about to settle in and wait for her, the door to my fort swings open, revealing Amelie dressed to match me. Her eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks flush as she takes in the sight before her.
“Kalen, I got your message. What’s wrong?” She asks, frowning as she scans me from head to toe and discovers that I might have lied about the SOS message.
“Nothing. I just wanted to celebrate the holiday with you today.”
“One, today isn’t a holiday. It’s dumb. And two, you already celebrated April, remember? April fools?”
As if I could forget the epic spate of pranks I pulled off. They’ve only just all started talking to me again since the start of the month and I’ve been so lonely.
I pout. “Don’t you remember that April Fool’s was all about having a little fun and making memories.”
“You shaved Sawyer’s beard off!”
“And you’ll remember his naked little bum chin forever. Besides, it was only hair. It’s already grown back. Today I just wanted to create a memorable little break for us. We never get time off together.”
“Kalen, we don’t have time for this today.”
“Actually we do. I blocked your afternoon out and the others, who should be here shortly, all have two hours off too.”
Amelie’s expression softens. “You arranged for us all to have time off together?”
I nod. “Only two hours, but I wanted us all to be together.”
She looks less pissed off by my interfering now, and more touched, which is how it should be.
Amelie’s eyes well up with unshed tears, and she steps closer to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I hold her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
I know she’d never say anything, but she misses us all spending time together.
It doesn’t even have to be sexual – though my dick firmly disagrees – she just needs a moment to reconnect.
“You’re such a romantic,” she murmurs, her voice filled with affection. “I’ll never understand how you always manage to plan such surprises, but I’m grateful for them.”
“I just wanted to make the most of our time together, Amelie,” I say softly, brushing her hair away from her face. “We don’t get many chances to just be us, without all the responsibilities and stress of our lives.”
She pulls away slightly, looking into my eyes. “Then let’s make the most of it. I can’t wait to see what you have planned.”
I smile, feeling a wave of happiness wash over me. “You won’t be disappointed. Go get in my fort and I’ll hurry the others along.”
As if on cue, the door to my office bursts open, revealing Onyx in his boxer shorts, Sawyer in his flannel, and Slate in sweats. I frown at him. Didn’t he get the pyjama memo? Dickhead. I know he did.
“You really did manage to get all of us off shift for this?” Sawyer asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
“I told you I wanted to make this special,” I reply, my heart swelling with love for all of them. “Call it my April Fool’s apology.”
The others all groan and Onyx shoots me a murderous glare. “Do. Not. Mention. It.”
The others don’t know what my prank on Onyx was and he’s threatened to kill me if I say a word. I actually believe he will too, so for once, I’m keeping mum about it.
“What are we doing then?” Slate asks, eyeing up Amelie’s pyjamas appreciatively.
“Get into the fort and find out. I thought we could all watch a film together. I got snacks and things.”
It’s not the first time I’ve built a fort and made the others hang out in it.
They tease me about building love nests but I don’t care.
I like it. What’s better than being surrounded by your loved ones in a sexy cocooned embrace with soft blankets and cushions that allow you to get creative with your sex positions?
Once I discovered waterproof sex blankets were actually a thing, I went a little crazy and may have overstocked, but hey, you can never be too prepared for spills in an orgy, right?
“Ooooh, what film are we watching?” Amelie asks, crawling through the small entrance to the fort I left, and I admire the way the silk pyjamas pull tight across her ass. My dick hardens and I glance at my brothers, not surprised to find they all have their eyes glued to her ass too.
I smile. I knew this was a good idea.
“Kalen!” Amelie groans from within. “Why are all of the film choices, pornos?”