“Hey—Why are you naked? Again?” I ask as I slap a hand over my eyes.
“Fooking right, are you mad in it? Always the worst shite timing, boss.”
“Mates!”
My yell brings all four of my mates inside, and then there’s a lot of cursing.
“What the fuck? Why is your dick pointing at my mate?” Evert growls.
“She fooking called me right in the middle of me pokin’ the fud, get it? I weren’t finished!” Sev defends, his hands clasped over his junk.
I hear a sigh. “Syl, go get the cupid some damn pants,” Ronak orders.
Only when Sylred returns, and I hear Sev pulling on clothes, do I remove the hand from in front of my eyes.
I try to cross my arms in front of me, but my belly is really sticking out, so I end up just pushing my enormous boobs together.
Evert, of course, latches onto the view a
nd doesn’t look away, even after I drop my arms. He’s been very appreciative of my extra-large boobs that I’ve gained during pregnancy and never misses an opportunity to ogle them.
When he finally raises his blue eyes to meet mine, I shoot him a flirtatious wink. His gaze instantly goes hungry, and he coughs out some wayward Lust while fixing the front of his pants.
When he sees me shift on the couch and press my legs together, he smirks, making a dimple pop out on his cheek behind the black scruff on his jaw.
If I could get off this couch without help, I’d totally jump him right now.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’ll be forced to take you back to our bedroom,” he growls.
I reach out my hands. “Sounds great. Someone help me up.”
Sylred laughs. “No. You called Sev so you could do whatever Cupidville needs, remember? You can have sex after.”
“Don’t be a right fooking radge. If she wants to fook, I’ll be happy to wait and watch,” he says with a wink.
Ronak and Evert both growl.
“Too far,” I mumble to Sev.
“Where’s Amorette?” I ask, looking at my mates. “So help me, Ronak, if you left her on the roof…”
“Relax, she’s with the gardener. She’s helping him prune.”
“You mean she’s digging up all of our flowers.”
“Probably.”
“Alright,” I clap. “Everyone who isn’t a cupid go do…whatever it is you were doing, while I talk to Sev.”
My mates leave, but not before Evert comes up to me, letting his tail trail across my thighs. “I’ll be in as soon as he leaves, Scratch,” he says with a hungry promise.
My heart flutters in my chest and I nod, thinking about all of the hot, naughty sex things we can do. Then he walks out, leaving me in a puddle of need, and Sev arches a brow at the serious lust waves I’m giving off right now.
“Good fooking grief, boss. Get a handle on it, yeah? You’re making my tadger stiff again.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Don’t talk about your stiffies.”
He just shrugs.