I don’t know what I did to deserve this! Pulling the taffeta over my head, I tell myself to suck it up. I can do anything so long as it makes the children happy! Even wear this marshmallow monstrosity.
Zipping up the dress, I look myself over again. Fuck me!
“Hurry up, Piney! I want to see!” Ariella bangs on the door.
I really do resemble a marshmallow. This dress does nothing for my figure. I thought I’d done a brilliant job of losing my baby weight since giving birth to Luna, but looking at myself now, I’m not so sure. I can’t wear this. I’d rather go trick or treating naked than dressed like this!
Ariella and her twin sister Larissa barge in, letting out squeals of delight in perfect unison. Apparently, I look exactly how they imagined I would. I feel like telling them that seeing as how they already knew how I would look, they really didn’t need me to try the fugly thing on, but I hold my tongue.
“Here,” Larissa says, brandishing a plastic tiara at me.
I really want to murder someone. Enzo maybe. He’s going to take all the blame for this and believe me when I say the price has just gone up. He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t end up with a cramp in his tongue or worse, his dick from the number of orgasms I’m going to demand for this.
“We need to show the others,” Ariella says excitedly.
“No. No, we really don’t,” I try to refuse but they’re having none of it as they pull me by the arm out of the closet. “Let’s save the big reveal for Halloween!”
“Come on, Piney!” Larissa tells me forcefully. “The guys are going to love it.”
The guys are going to laugh at me.
“No. Not tonight…” I’m still trying to refuse even as I follow them out of the room.
The girls call down the stairs, telling my mates to come and see what I look like, and I feel my cheeks burn hot like fire. This is so embarrassing! Why do I let the children do these things to me?
Wren is the first to appear at the bottom of the stairs, a smirk on his face as he takes in what I look like. He, no doubt, would agree with me that I resemble a marshmallow. He looks like he wants to laugh, but he’s trying really hard to hold it in.
Growling at him, I consider how I can make him suffer.
The others join him quickly. Enzo’s eyes go wide, and I know he realizes that he’s going to pay for this. I watch with appreciation as he gulps before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Well, don’t you look…” Rehan begins but doesn’t find the right words to finish the sentence, grimacing as Kalen steps on his foot to shut him up.
Camden lets out loud guffaws of laughter before climbing the steps in a rush. Telling the girls to get ready for dinner, he takes my hand and pulls me back into our bedroom, closing the door behind us. Alone, he rests his back on the door behind him and roves his eyes over me.
Even though I know I look like shit, I can’t help but enjoy the way he’s looking at me. I might look like a marshmallow but apparently at least one of my mates still wants me.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, struggling to keep his voice serious.
“You’re fucking with me.”
“I mean… It’s not your best look, but you’ve looked worse.”
I bristle at his words. What the hell does that mean?
“You looked worse after giving birth to Luna,” he says in a rush, clearly noticing my irritation, “but as exhausted as you looked that day, I’ve never thought you were more beautiful.”
His words are sweet, but the look in his eyes is anything but sweet. There’s need there, and it causes my heart rate to spike.
“Pink clearly isn’t your color,” he continues, “and I don’t know what the fuck that material is but–”
“It’s taffeta…”
“What?”
“The material.”
“Oh.” Camden looks at the dress again. “It really is hideous.”
“I look like a marshmallow.”
He grins before saying, “No love. The dress looks like a marshmallow. You look just like you.”
Then he’s stepping towards me, his hand moving around me to the zip of the dress. He pulls it down as his mouth drops to mine, kissing me fiercely. I moan into the kiss, opening my mouth slightly to allow his tongue access. He doesn’t disappoint, and his tongue glides over mine before dancing a little pattern on the roof of my mouth. When he pulls away a moment later, the awful dress is pooled at my feet and Camden’s eyes are on my almost naked body.
“Much better,” he says as he unhooks my bra, before letting that fall to the ground too. Stepping towards me, he guides me towards the bed as he kisses a trail along my collar bone before swirling his tongue around my nipple, causing my pussy to clench with need.
I’d wear the dress again, if I could guarantee it would always come off like this.
Cashing In
I should be sated after my pre-dinner roll around in bed with Camden, but if anything, it has only made me want more. That mid-afternoon delight is the perfect appetiser to what I hope is to come later.
Promises have been made, and I fully intend on cashing in on them.
Hurriedly, I put the children to bed, doing my best to ignore their incessant chatter about Halloween. Anyone would think Santa was coming early or something. Then again, maybe Santa is coming early… The look on Enzo’s face certainly suggests as much when I finally make my way into our bedroom.
Five sets of eyes are on me as I close the door behind me. I love the way those eyes make me feel. Like I’m all they can see. All they need. All they want.
My eyes move to the crib next to my bed, surprised to find it empty.
“Luna?” I ask.
“Jacqueline said she’d keep her with her tonight,” Kalen answers, as his hands move to the hem of his shirt.
I love watching my mates undress. There’s something about knowing that they’re doing it solely for me. Kalen, the least talkative of my mates, doesn’t say anything as he raises the shirt over his head. My mouth dries as I bite down on my bottom lip. There are definite perks to having mates that own a gym, and Kalen’s abs are unquestionably near the top of the list.
Enzo is sprawled across the bed, his hand inching along the waistband of his jeans. He’s visibly hard. As much as I’m enjoying the show that Kalen is putting on, I struggle not to give Enzo my attention as he unzips his jeans, his cock springing from its confines. His hand wraps around it at the base and he gives it a gentle tug, before tightening his grasp.
Wren steps around me, his hand on my neck as he pulls my hair to one side so he can pepper kisses down my neck. His hand moves to the buttons of my blouse, undoing them slowly. I shiver as his cool fingers brush against my skin.
My eyes flit from one mate to the next. It’s hard to decide where to settle my gaze.
Rehan is sitting at the base of the bed, already naked except for his boxers. He’s giving me that cheeky grin of his, the one that makes my stomach muscles tighten with excitement. He’s usually so serious, but when he looks at me, it’s like all that sternness disappears.
I stay rooted to that spot in front of the door, Wren’s hands exploring my skin as he uncovers it. A moan escapes me as Wren tweaks one of my nipples, my eyes returning to Kalen. He has removed his clothes now, and he’s making his way across the room towards me.