“Sha.” Cooper’s awed voice steals away my attention from my best friend and her cooing fiancé. “You look like an angel.”
“A dark forbidden one.” Caine says, advancing towards me.
His fingers grab my waist and pull me in. Cooper comes up behind me, brushing my hair aside.
One set of lips hit the nape of my neck and another to the corner of my mouth.
“Move out of the way.” Zeke growls from behind Caine.
Caine moves aside with a chuckle and then Zeke’s cushion lips are pressing against mine. Cooper’s exploring my neck and Zeke is exploring my mouth.
“Henry,” Kimmy breathes. “I want one.”
I can’t hold in my snort and Zeke lifts his head with a laugh.
“Allons.” Henry says as he drags his fiancée out of the room. “Don’t give her any ideas y’all.”
The guys went all out on a stretch limo and buckets of champagne. They pop a bottle outside and Kimmy giggles when it foams over Caine’s hand. I decline the glass since drinking has never been something I’ve enjoyed.
Kimmy and Henry pile into the limo just as Caine grabs my hand and holds me back.
“Make sure you never leave our side tonight.” He tells me. “Washroom breaks are always with one of us.”
“Okay.” I nod and lean up to kiss his cheek.
I know they are nervous and worried about what will happen tonight when all the most important men in New Orleans are gathered in one spot. I just want to have one night to enjoy myself and my men without the added worry of being killed. Is that really too much to ask?
I get into the limo and the guys jump in as well. All have black tuxes and masks, the only thing differentiating them is their hair and body types. To most they will blend into the crowd, to me they shine like beacons of pure sex. Maybe tonight will be the night I get my fucking groove back.
I squirm a bit in my seat at the thought and Caine grasps my thigh. He knows what I’m thinking, he always knows. Cooper chuckles as he catches on and Zeke licks his lips with anticipation.
“Temptation really is the Devil.” Kimmy mutters.
“Is his name Henry?” Henry looks at her with his brow raised. “Because that’s the only temptation you’re gettin’.”
I snort into my hand and the others aren’t too far behind, their laughter filling the interior.
“Y’all are gonna get me in trouble." Kimmy mutters and we all let loose another laugh.
The venue for this ball is the Elms Mansion and Gardens. It’s a historical site for us here in NOLA and it’s still run by the descendants of one of the original owners. The estate was built in 1862 and the place just exudes class and charm. I’ve heard so many great things about the events held there and even though I could very well be targeted tonight, I'm fucking excited.
We pull up to the front and I see a long line of stretch limos. The place is sparkling with lights and I can hear a string band in the background. We pull up and the door is opened by two security guards.
"Gentlemen, we are doing pat downs tonight and ladies kindly open your clutches." One of them asks.
I really hope Cooper and Caine aren't carrying.
"Is there a bomb threat or something?" Henry asks as the guard pats him down.
"No sir, just standard procedure."
"Especially when the place is full of mobsters." Cooper grumbles under his breath.
We all get the pat down and purse check out of the way, then make our way inside. The place is absolutely gorgeous. All handmade moldings, original wood panel floorings, and the lamps on the wall sing of the 1800's. I want to live here.
"Boo, let's hit the bar." Kimmy grabs my arm.
"Kimmy!" I say in a whisper. "We are not legal."
"Gosh darn it, Kailey. If you don't loosen up one of these days, I am going to spank you."
"What?" I rear back with a laugh.
"This is high society, if we're here they don't bother with ID's. Drink but keep it classy and people turn the other cheek, got it sugar?"
"Got it." I giggle and let her drag me to the bar.
I notice Caine is right behind us and I breathe a sigh of relief knowing they will keep me protected. Having them here with me all together really sets my soul at ease, I just miss Oliver and my heart is trying to remind me of a certain pair of icy blues but I shut that down real quick.
"Not too much to drink tonight, ma petite." Caine says quietly behind me.
I nod, knowing he'll see the movement and follow Kimmy in the queue to the bar. It looks like Kimmy is expecting to kick loose tonight, that means I really do need to stay sober and keep an eye on her. One glass of champagne will do for the night.
Once we have our flutes in hand, we make our way over to a table designed straight out of a magazine. The centerpieces are beautiful lilies with tiny LED lights twinkling around them.
"Let's take some pictures." Kimmy grabs my hand and I'm being hauled off again. This time Zeke is close behind.
I haven't really seen Zeke in a suit and tie, except for Georgina's birthday party, but he wasn't really on my radar then. He looks deadly, like a panther, coiled, dark, and oozing with dark hunger. I fucking want him. My stomach quivers and my pussy dampens my panties. Welcome back you horny slut.
Zeke is on camera duty, taking pictures of us as I imagine his cock, large and full of piercings, driving into me. Okay, time to somehow get his ass alone and sate this hunger of mine.
"I need a washroom break." I tell Kimmy and watch as she pouts. "Girl, there are enough pictures to make an album already."
"Fine!" She huffs. "I'll get Henry."
I watch her push through the crowd to find her husband to be.
"Washroom?" I look at Zeke and just imagine his cock choking me.
He scans my face and his eyes darken with desire. "Yeah."
We're doing this.
I grab his hand and skate through the crowd, looking for a private room. I find the back entrance to the back patio and see it's less populated and the beautiful gazebo near the back looks perfect. Outside is our thing after all.
"My Bebelle loves to get her pussy beat the fuck up outside, huh?" He whispers at my back.
My thighs clench at his words and the gravelly sound of his voice, I need him inside of me. This sudden onset of libido is potent and raw, I've never once felt this anxious for a fucking cock.
We take our time gliding through the yard as not to attract attention, but fuck, my insides are quaking with anticipation and my pussy is fucking leaking.
We get to the gazebo and I thank god the walls are solid with only one entrance to watch. Doable. I'm hiking up my skirt as Zeke chuckles, and his zipper releasing is the only sound I care about.
I bend forward and plant my hands on the bench. "Quick and fast, Mr. Boudreaux."
His fingers run along my thong and he growls when he finds how wet I am.
"Bebelle." His voice is dark with promises of pain.