Raven covers her face with her hands and paces for a second. She mutters to herself in her hands.
Even if she’s not happy with it, too bad.
Raven stops in front of us and places her hands on her hips. “You two are something else.”
Griffin grabs Raven’s chin. “Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.”
Raven bites her lip as her breathing speeds up. A beautiful rouge crawls up her chest and over her cheeks. Her nipples harden into stiff peaks.
Hell. She’s perfect.
Griffon and I give each other a look, forming a plan. I grab a random costume off the rack, and we usher her to the dressing rooms. We guide her into the room labeled “family” and shut the door.
“What are you two doing?” Raven spins around sharply when she realizes that we’re in the room with her.
I hold the bag toward her. “We want to watch you try on the costume.”
Raven’s eyes roll with annoyance. “You just want to watch me take my clothes off.”
“That too.” Griffin sits on the long bench that takes up the entire wall and leans back, letting his legs spread.
Raven’s tone is brisk. “No funny business.”
I sit myself on the bench a little over from Griffin. “We would never.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I,” I insist, but the wicked lilt in my voice gives me away.
Raven tries to scold me with a sharp glare, but the anticipation of where this could lead overpowers her chiding.
An impish glint sparkles in her eye as she gives us a half grin. “If you’re going to be in here, then I’m going to need some assurances.”
Griffin’s smile flips into a bemused frown. “What kind of assurances?”
“First, hands to yourselves.”
“Done,” I agree for Griffin and me.
“Second, you can’t touch yourselves either.”
“That’s pushin’ it, Darlin’.”
Raven quirks a brow. “Do you want to see me try on,” she picks up the bag, reads the label, and grumbles, “this librarian costume?” She faces us again with confidence in her tone. “It’s only two stipulations. Either agree or wait outside.”
Our ambivalence makes Griffin and me hesitate, but we finally assent.
Raven gives each of us a swift kiss, then grips the bulges in our jeans. My cock twitches in her hand. “Good boys.”
She releases her hold and spins, adding a sway to her hips as she walks back to the costume bag. She leaves her tempting ass in the air as she bends over and removes the contents.
Raven rights herself and turns her back on us, placing the costume on the clothing hooks in front of her. Removing her cropped tee, she reveals that she’s not wearing a bra.
A groan rumbles in my chest, and I realize she isn’t going to be wearing one the whole drive home either.
Raven peers over her shoulder, keeping her soft globes hidden from view. “Shh. We don’t want to get kicked out.”
Turning back, she grabs the blouse off the hook and slides her arms in, buttoning up the front.
