Chapter Nine Blowjobs Aren’t Enough
CHAPTER NINE: BLOWJOBS AREN'T ENOUGH
SKYLER
Stepping out of the spa into the cold mountain air is oddly invigorating.
I stretch my arms over my head with a contented sigh and glance over at the other girls next to me.
Personally, I feel so relaxed and grateful that I’m already fantasizing about the sexy ways I’m going to thank Carson for this day.
A blowjob? Definitely. But why stop there?
My body is so soft and languid now, I might actually be willing to let him knock on the back door…
“Damn, that was good,” I say.
Everyone nods, looking well-rested and at ease.
“Sure was,” Sutton grins. “Tell your guys I’m willing and ready to be spoiled like this again anytime.”
“You know, maybe we should stop on our way back and pick them each up a little something,” Grace suggests. “As a thank you for the day.”
“Oh, I like that idea,” Stacey nods. “I saw a few really cute looking shops when we were driving through town.”
“Blowjobs aren’t enough?” Rylee teases.
I chuckle. Rylee and I are always on the same wavelength with this stuff. Still, Grace has a point. The SUVs that brought us here roll up and park in front of us. Grace and I help Stacey into our car before climbing inside. We let the driver know we want to stop on the way back to the house.
He takes us to an area with shops clearly made for catering to tourists, which is fine.
There’s a candy store with a machine pulling taffy in the window, and next to it is a shop with T-shirts, sweatshirts, shot glasses, and other items with Estes Park insignia and images splayed across their fronts.
We pop inside the stores and each of us pick out something to take back to our men, including matching t-shirts for all of them with two big bears wearing skates and holding hockey sticks on a frozen pond.
Sutton slips into the candy shop and buys a big bag of taffy that we’ll all be able to share.
She also grabs a mug that has a bear hugging it — its little head peaking above the rim.
“Who’s that for?” I ask.
“Wilder,” she says. “He deserves a little something too.”
“Ahhhh, that’s so sweet!” I bat my eyelashes at her. “Look at you being all cute and generous.”
“And platonic,” she adds, holding up a finger. “Don’t get any ideas, Sky.”
I hold up my hands and assure her, “No assumptions, got it! It’s just a nice, friendly gesture.”
“Exactly.”
When we’re done, we climb back into the SUVs and make our way back to the house.
“I wonder if the guys will tell us what they’ve really been up to,” Grace says during the drive. “Or do you think they’ll keep trying to convince us they have no ulterior motives?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I have no idea. I can’t imagine they’ll be able to keep their secrets for much longer. I’m still betting on some bro-on-bro loving, personally.”
“I have a feeling we’re going to find out whatever it is,” Stacey murmurs, rubbing a hand over her belly. “I’m pretty sure this spa day was just a distraction for us.”
I’ve been thinking that too, and I’m dying of curiosity to find out what the guys have been up to all day.
We reach the house and the SUVs park in the driveway. Getting out, we all head to the front door together, clutching our shopping bags, excitement bubbling up so high that it's almost palatable between us.
“Hey, hold on,” Grace suddenly says, coming to a stop. She’s gazing through the large windows of the house. “Are those… Christmas lights?”
Frowning, I look and am surprised that there does appear to be a string of white Christmas lights hanging around the window inside the house. They’re draped along the frame, but they’re uneven and a little awkward looking.
“What the hell?” I murmur. “Those weren’t there earlier, right?”
We all share confused looks with each other before rushing to the front door. Opening it, we step inside… and freeze.
“Surprise!” The guys are gathered in the living room near the fireplace, dressed in button-ups under Christmas sweaters and dress slacks.
The house is decorated for Christmas. They even have a tree!
There’s a garland hung along the mantel, the previously-spotted white Christmas lights around the windows, and the aforementioned tree is covered in lights and mismatched ornaments, including…
wait, is that an Elsa tree topper? Okay.
I catch the smell of food from the kitchen.
Savory dishes and a hint of cinnamon that I think just always appears in the air when Christmas is happening.
There’s also a slight burnt smell underlying it all, though it’s not overwhelming.
My jaw drops, and glancing around, I can tell the other girls are as shocked as I am.
“What the hell is going on?” I finally manage to ask.
Carson grins from his spot next to the other guys, looking so handsome in his silly sweater and black pants, and answers, “Zander had the idea to put together a Christmas do-over for you all since everyone’s sucked so bad. We wanted it to be a surprise.”
Rylee gasps, her eyes locking on Zander. “What? You really came up with this?”
Looking sheepish, Zander shrugs. “I mean, it was kind of a group effort, but when you told me you wished we could’ve been together for Christmas, I wanted to find a way to make it up to you.”
“And we only had three near-death experiences,” Carson declares.
“Four,” Owen corrects.
“Ah, right. Four.”
Rylee lets out a happy squeal and rushes to Zander, jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. Taking his face in both her hands, she drops kisses all over his cheeks before landing on his lips.
“You are the sweetest!” she exclaims.
“Is that… a Hello Kitty wreath?” Grace asks, pointing to the window next to the front door.
“It’s Millie’s,” Owen says, smiling with pride.
Grace grins. “It’s perfect.”
“The penis ornament was my contribution,” Carson exclaims, pointing toward the tree, where my ornament is on display front and center.
Grace sees it and flinches. “Less perfect.”
“I disagree!” I declare. “I think it’s beautiful.”
The guys move toward us and I hurry forward to Carson. He opens his arms for me and I slip mine around his neck.
“You guys are so cute,” I grin.
“But I’m the cutest, right?”
“Of course.” In his blue snowman sweater, he actually is pretty damn cute.
I pull him down, bringing his lips to mine.
The kiss immediately lights a fire deep inside me, and I have the thought of dragging him to our room right this moment and fucking him until we both pass out.
I want him to spank my ass as I ride him, and then pull my hair as he pounds into me from behind.
The thought makes my heart race, but I resist, knowing we can’t do that right at this second.
Not yet.
His tongue brushes against mine, teasing me, almost daring me to forget about our friends and drag him up to our room.
Pulling back, I give him a cheeky little smile, needing a distraction, and ask, “How’d you guys manage to pull this off, anyway? Especially you. You’re not exactly the decorating type. You’re more the chest-pounding, cave-dwelling, drag-me-back-to-the-bedroom-by-my-hair-type.”
Ooooh, new fantasy unlocked.
He smiles at my comment, but beneath that is a surprising amount of exhaustion in his eyes. “You don’t want to know, Star,” he answers in a deadpan tone.
I raise a brow, but before I can say anything else, Wilder’s voice cuts through the air.
“Dinner is ready.”
Carson wraps his arm around my shoulders and we head into the dining area with the rest of the group.
My eyes go wide when I see that the long table is covered with platters and bowls of steaming food.
There’s a platter of sliced turkey, a dish of green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, dinner rolls, a cheese platter, and more.
Sure, the dinner rolls look a little small and wonky and the turkey skin is black, but it’s an impressive spread and I can hardly believe the guys did all this.
“Wow, guys!” Stacey exclaims as Owen pulls a chair out for her. “This is really impressive.”
“Gotta give credit to Wilder,” Carson says, offering me my own seat. “We were flailing in the wind, but he got us on track and made this very edible meal possible.”
I glance at Wilder, surprised. He’s standing near the kitchen island, his expression as stoic as usual, but I think I see a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks above his beard.
Everyone sits down, but before we dig into our dinner, Jensen stands back up, holding his wine glass.
“Before we eat, I just want to say a few words,” he begins.
“Booooooooo,” Carson calls out, making everyone laugh. I elbow him in the side, and he chuckles.
Jensen grins and shakes his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep it brief, I promise. I just want to say how good it is to have us all here, celebrating together and making up for all the shitty Christmases we endured this year.”
“Hell yeah!” Zander wraps an arm around Rylee’s shoulders and kisses her.
“It’s been a hell of a ride the past few years.” Jensen gazes down at Grace, green eyes glowing with adoration. “We’ve each gone through some major changes. Fuck, I’m a married man! Who’d have thought that would happen?”
Another round of chuckles and Grace takes his hand, kissing his knuckles.
“Skyler and Carson are engaged, and so are Stacey and Owen, who also have baby number two on the way, and Rylee and Zander have their own kid coming.”
Sutton holds up her glass, arching a brow. “Love that for you all. Truly. Meanwhile, I’m married to my career and a $200 vibrator named Excalibur.”
“Nice.” Wilder holds his fist out to her and she bumps it with her own.
“$200?” Carson whispers in shock.
“I’m glad we’re all here,” Jensen continues. “We’re not just a team…we’re a family, and I love you all.”
“Ahhhhhh.” Owen holds his hands over his heart and makes his eyes big. “We love you too!”
The corner of Jensen’s mouth twitches. “All right, enough with the mush. Cheers to you all!”
Everyone holds up their glass and repeats, “Cheers!”
We dig into the dinner. It’s way more delicious than I would ever expect from these guys. I end up eating more than I should.
At one point, I reach for my phone because I want to snap a pic of the chargrilled turkey before it’s gone, but realize it’s not in my pocket.
“Shoot,” I murmur.
“What is it, Star?” Carson asks, looking at me with a frown.
“Oh, nothing.” I wave my hand dismissively. “I just wanted my phone, but I think I left it in the living room.”
“I’ll go get it for you.”
I give him an appreciative smile but shake my head. “You don’t have to do that, it’s really no big deal…”
He’s already standing, and grins down at me. “I’ll be right back.”
My heart flutters a bit—it always does at his thoughtfulness—and I nod. “Okay. Thanks.”
He leaves the table and disappears from sight, and I turn back to my food, thinking nothing of it.
A sudden crash shocks me so badly, I drop my fork in my potatoes, splattering gravy across my plate.
“Motherfucker!” Carson shouts.
I jump to my feet, along with everyone else, and we rush into the living room. My heart is in my throat and I let out a gasp at what I find. Everyone comes to an immediate stop around me, no doubt just as startled as I am.
“What the hell…?” Rylee whistles next to me.
The living room is a disaster. The tree has fallen over, taking the garland around the fireplace with it and knocking out all the Christmas lights strung up around it.
Millie’s Elsa tree topper is on the floor, her head no longer attached to her body, and my penis ornament is lying on the thick rug in front of the leather sectional couch. It looks to be in one piece, thank God.
Carson is pinned under the tree, his face obscured by the branches.
“Carson!” I cry, hurrying to kneel next to him. “Are you okay?”
He groans, but lifts his hand and gives me a thumbs up. The other guys grab the tree and lift it off him, and I help him sit up once he’s free. Pine needles are sticking out of his thick blonde hair, and he spits even more out of his mouth.
“What happened?” Jensen asks as he and the guys lean the tree against the wall.
“It was that fucking cat!” Carson exclaims. “He’s had it out for me all day, I swear to God! I came in here to get Skyler’s phone, and Gizmo was waiting for me in front of the tree.”
I bite my lip to keep from laughing, though the others aren’t as successful hiding their amusement as snorts and chuckles start to fill the air.
“Are you saying the cat pushed the tree onto you?” Owen asks, struggling to maintain his composure.
“Yes!” Carson jumps to his feet and starts looking around, as if expecting Gizmo to fly out at him again. “Where’d he go? He’s been hunting me…waiting for the right moment to strike…”
Zander’s eyes suddenly go wide. “The turkey!”
We all rush back to the dining room and, sure enough, Gizmo has seated himself in the middle of the table and is happily munching on the remains of our turkey.
“This was his plan all along,” Carson murmurs.
Zander sighs. “I told you he’d go after it.”
Rylee steps forward and nudges the fuzzball off the table. He listens to her and steps away, but makes it clear he does not want to be separated from his prey by yowling loudly.
“Bad boy,” Rylee admonishes him as she cuddles him against her chest and carries him out of the dining room. “Very, very bad boy.”
There’s a moment after she disappears where we all just stare at the table, no one quite certain what to do next.
“Fuck, we’re sorry, ladies,” Zander says as Rylee makes it back into the room, without the fuzzball of doom. “We really wanted this to be perfect, but it’s just been a huge mess…”
“Are you kidding?” I exclaim, my lips curling into a wide smile. “This has been amazing!”
“Best Christmas ever!” Grace cries.
“Agreed!” Stacey chuckles.
“This is the kind of nonsense that I thrive on,” Sutton declares.
Carson looks around at the other guys, and their collective relief is obvious.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing Carson’s arm and tugging him back to his chair. “Let’s finish eating. Pretty sure Gizmo left the vegetables alone.”
We all sit back down to continue the meal.