Twist of Fate (Kings of Chaos 6)

“Careful, it might go off,” he says, referring to his hard-on.

A wicked laughter bubbles out of me. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Evil. Turn.”

By the time he finishes cleaning me, I’m a needy, throbbing mess. I reach between us and grip his base, slowly stroking up and down. He shudders, and I grin as I latch onto his neck, sucking and nipping in that way I know he loves. Increasing my speed, I tighten my hold. He grows harder, and I get high off the power he’s allowing me to exude over him. His hips rock, and he attacks my mouth. Teeth, tongue, and lips turn me into goo. My legs shake.

“Turn around and grab the handle,” he says gravelly. He helps me position myself and pushes a finger inside, circling my walls. “Jesus, you are so wet.” He pulls out and thrusts home. I cry out, arching my back. He grips my hips, and we find a steady rhythm. My heart races and I match him thrust for thrust as we barrel toward completion. He wraps an arm around me, anchoring me to his body as he goes even deeper.

My eyes roll into the back of my head while my orgasm crashes over me, stealing my breath. I convulse as my muscles lock and the blood sweeps through me heating my body and clouding my head. He pumps a few more times before he floods me.

Spent and boneless, I lean my weight back on him as we wash again. In the moments before I fall into an exhausted sleep, I grab his hand.

“I love you.”

“Love you. too,” I murmur.

It’s been one hell of a year, but thing are starting to fall into place in a way I couldn’t have imagined.

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Shayne

Clearly, my woman is a genius. With a lengthy, carefully budgeted shopping trip to Target and some crafty thinking, she’s transformed the truck into a mythical playground. The wand stir sticks accompanying the drinks that smoke thanks to dry ice are brilliant and kid friendly. The themed menu is straight out of something in a book, and the truck screams Halloween. From the banner-like decorations I’ve learned is bunting, to smoking cauldrons and fake flickering candles, our truck is hands down the most atheistically pleasing for the season.

The line hasn’t stopped since we opened. Toad in a hole and ham with a little green food dye while delicious, is kind of creepy, but the customers love it. It’s been our number one seller all week long. We can barely keep up with the demand. Eggery is nipping at our heels. They’ve rallied whatever supporters they’ve had, and I feel like it’s neck and neck.

As we shift into lunch mode, Twilight is unleashed, and the lines grow longer when Twitter and Facebook catch fire. I never knew a unicorn could make people go nuts. I chuckle as Twilight poses for photos and works his way through the crowd, distracting them from their wait time as he hands out swag. I give up trying to keep track of what the other truck is doing as we kick into high gear. Sweat rolls down between my shoulder blades, and I wipe my forehead with my forearm to keep the beads from reaching into my eyes.

We’re all running back and forth, filling in the gaps and working together to get things out in a timely manner. There are no lulls as we continue to push. I can’t help but wonder what the hell she did with marketing to reach this level of business. Time blurs, and the menu switches out for dinner.

“I can’t believe he did this.” The wavering voice draws my attention. Turning, I find her father with a group of staff from Fresco.

“Looks like they wanted to show their love for you,” Jas says.

She swipes at her eyes with her sleeve and my disdain for the man begins to fade. He’s manned up in a big way. All of us make mistakes, and he’s going the extra mile to remedy his. It’s more than my old man ever did.

“The old man was serious when he said he was sorry last night,” I whisper into her ear low enough for the camera to not pick up.

“Yeah. He was.” She nods her head and grins. Seeing her happy is everything. It’s been a long, painful year for both of us. It seems like we’re finally emerging from the dark into the light. I kiss her temple and return to prepping food as we push out orders.

The pride on her face as she serves her father is a thing of beauty. The hundreds he pushes in the tip jar have her tearing up and her mother beaming. I know the glow has to do with more than pride and happiness. Pregnancy suits her.

Seeing her brothers bringing up the rear drives the familial support home. I don’t know how her mother got him to listen, but it made all the difference. I think of her current condition. Maybe I do know how she got him to listen. They move away, and the reprieve is gone.

“Fifteen minutes until the end,” Josh calls.

“Crap,” Jas mumbles.

“Last push you guys. You’ve been amazing, and I’m proud to have had you by my side for this crazy ride. Let’s put everything we have into this last fifteen and try to sell out,” Xia says.

“It won’t be that hard to do,” Jas replies.

“I know, that’s the best part. I think it’s time we bring Twilight back.”

With a quick text, the unicorn is back, and the food is flying. We’re selling our final plate and drinks when Josh calls time. I walk over to Xia, lift her into the air, and meet her lips. I’m starved for the taste of her. Everyone else stops existing as she wraps her arms around my neck and returns my kiss.