Bloodsucker:Hell, yeah. Did u get the den set up?
Bloodsucker:Hey, who the fuck changed my name?
I chuckle because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t anyone in this group. I look over to see Lynx giving the phone the side-eye before he runs to the toilet. The great thing about Lynx: he’s potty trained. Ha. I know, such horrible taste in jokes.
Robot:What time r we meeting up?
Fuckboy:Holy ??! Someone call in the Enforcers. Levi’s been body-snatched.
Robot:Amusing.
Playboy:Hour b4 heading down to the bonfire. Gives us time 4 shots & girls can get ready.
Fuck boy:No, I’m serious. UR coming 2 the party? U never go 2 these things. What’s up w/ that?
I smile to myself because I know it’s because he wants to be around me. Amused at their banter, I walk into the living room, continuing to scroll through the messages until I hear Moni shriek.
Freezing on the spot, I take in my surroundings. Holy shit, it must be later than I expected. The guys are here, and the look on their faces makes me pause.
What?
“Omg, Rez. What are you wearing?” Moni says with a laugh.
Confused, I examine my clothes and pull the sweater away from my body to see what everyone is staring at. The sweater I’m wearing says, “I love Ri-dic-u-lous things,” and instead of saying dic, there’s a picture of a flaccid cock.
JP starts laughing his ass off while Zeke gives him a high-five, joining in on the fun. Ryker just shakes his head, and surprisingly Levi smirks. When I look over at Lynx, his tongue is lolling out of his mouth as he laughs.
‘Haha. Do you know how hard it was to hold it in? Watching you move around with that sweater on? OMG, this is priceless. I should have taken a picture!’
‘Laugh it up fucker, I’m about to make Knot’s dream come true and turn you into a handbag.’
“Nerezza, why are you wearing that?” Levi asks, standing up. He’s forgone the suit and instead is wearing dark dress slacks, a white collared shirt with a deep blue cardigan V-neck pullover. I must say he looks delicious despite the look on his face.
“It’s what JP set out for me. It’s not like I picked it,” I whine.
“Why not?” Ryker asks. He’s dressed to kill in all black with his shirt unbuttoned at the top, showing off a tattoo on that delicious tanned skin. I admit it, I really would love to get my hands on that body to explore it.
“Because I don’t know where to go to buy clothes around here, and after what happened with Emer, the queen douche canoe, I doubt anyone will even let me in their store. Hell, I was even accused of causing ‘disturbances’ in Nova,” I say, throwing my hands up into the air in exasperation.
The guys share a look as Moni nods her head in confirmation.
“Welp, I can help you with clothes,” Ryker says, standing up. I’m very skeptical of that, and I give him a doubtful look to make my point. “The only reason why we have tailored uniforms is because they are spelled with different protections and added bonuses. Take Moni’s for example. Her’s shifts along with her when she changes sizes. Most of ours have the basic defenses added to them, like fire retardants,” he chuckles. “Look, it’s not that hard. Let me show you.” Leading me by my hand, he drags me back to my bedroom and places me in front of my closed closet doors. As he steps up behind me, he leans over to whisper into my ear, “All you have to do is picture what you want, and your closet makes it. Try it.”
Distracting me with his hands lightly on my arms, he bites the lobe of my ear, making me squeak. His dark chuckle turns me on so much that I might have to change my underwear while I’m at it. He takes in a deep breath as if he can smell how turned on I am and it makes me flush even more. Just having him in this room gets my imagination running on the wild side. What am I saying? Ryker is liquid sex personified. He moves like a panther, and his eyes are smoldering.Man, I want to tie him up and ride him hard.
Ryker opens my closet door, and there in the middle of the closest is what I was just picturing. Ryker barks out a laugh, “Well, what were you thinking, hmm?” Stepping over to the bench in the middle of the room, he looks down with a growing grin and then back at me. I can’t believe I just conjured all that up. First of all, you mean to tell me I could have been making my own clothes only by thinking? That could have saved me so many embarrassing moments, including this one.
Sheepishly, I follow Ryker in as he picks up the dark red leather harness lingerie set. Quirking his eyebrow, he gives me a sly smile. “This is your kink, huh?” he asks, and I shrug my shoulders, not afraid of my sexual taste.
“So, who was the lucky man in that fantasy you just had?” He asks, setting it back down on the bench. Next to it lies leather handcuffs, rope, a flogger, blindfold, and ball gag.
“You,” I admit, biting my lower lip.
“Oh yeah?” His eyes heat with desire, and I feel my arousal start to drip.
He takes another look at the bench and points to the ball gag, “And who’s that for?” He asks as I walk over to pick up the flogger. I test the weight of the straps in my hand as I step back behind him.
I give him a cheeky grin even though he can’t see me, “You. You’re more attractive when you don’t talk.” And I let the tails swing, connecting with that muscular ass. A growl erupts from his mouth as he swings around, pinning me with those piercing blue eyes. Heat floods my core and I drop the flogger as he stalks me back deeper into the cabinet, taking in another deep breath like he’s smelling a delicacy.
