Page 9 of Slurp

Seriously, at this point, I wish that thing would just die. I didn't even know it made any noises, but I suppose it's also not meant to take a dive into dog poo or suffer a deep cleaning with a bleach and hot water bath.

Yeah, I really wish it would die. I already know I am going to have to fork out the money to get a replacement. Speaking of forks, I look down and only pout a little at the empty plate. RD smiles at me before taking all of the empty plates. I guess we all really enjoyed the meal.

"Ready for dessert?" JJ's question has excitement bubbling up. If dessert is anything at all as good as dinner, then bring it on!

I nod enthusiastically and she moves to the kitchen. Patience is not my strong suit, but I try very hard as I bounce in my seat.Millions of dessert ideas fly through my head. Everything from pastries and chocolates and even cookies. I sniff deeply but can't find any hints.

They both walk back to the dining room with naughty smiles on and it takes me a second to realize why. One of them holds two cans of whipped cream. The other holds a squeeze container of chocolate syrup.

I smile back in excitement.

It's me. I'm the fucking dessert tonight!

Good thing that drop cloth is still in the bedroom.

Chapter ten

Sugar overload.

That is the excuse I am using for sleeping in. Every inch of my body was thoroughly licked and nibbled. Then I slurped and pecked my way across their bodies. So many sweets I am sure I became a diabetic last night.

I stretch out like a lazy cat who got into the cream and smile. Well, I suppose I did get into Mommy's milk, but can you blame me? I could die on RD's cock with JJ's titties in my face and it would be a gloriously epic death.

A few more stretches finally have my back popping in a way that is painful and a relief. I make quick work of cleaning myself off and tossing on some lounge clothes before I let myself follow the orgasmic smells of fresh coffee.

When I enter the kitchen, RD plops a kiss on my forehead and a coffee mug in my hand.

"Oh, my gods. I love you." I take a sip and moan, oblivious to the stark silence that descended around me. When the caffeine hits my brain and has it jump starting, I realize what I did. I wasthe first one of our little trio to say that. And of course, my dumb ass says it over coffee.

Mentally, I bang my head against the wall. Externally I open my mouth to say... I really don't fucking know what, when RD stops me with a hand on my forehead. I look at him quizzically, but he glances elsewhere.

Does he think I'm feverish because I accidentally blurted out something I have been secretly feeling for a while now?

Oh fuck. What if neither of them are interested in the big 'L' word?

"Have there been any changes?" JJ's voice interrupts my inner musings.

"Huh?" When I turn my gaze her way I'm rewarded with a big smile.

"I said, is it good coffee?" I look down at the cup in my hands and then back at her.

"Yeah, it's great." Except I am about ninety percent sure that is in fact not what you said. Changes. She asked if there had been any changes. What does that mean?

"We love you too, kitten. Now let's go relax on the couch with some cheesy rom-com. It's rainy out today and I feel lazy." I smile at her and nod before taking another sip of my coffee. I must just not be caffeinated enough. It's making my brain feel weird. Yeah, that has to be it.

Except when I look past JJ, my smile fades. The sun is shining through the windows brightly. Almost too brightly.

"Is something wrong?" RD brings my attention back to him and I point at the window, prepared to question the sunny sky, only to see that it has transformed from sunshine to dreary rain.

Ok. That's not fucking weird at all.

"Maybe we should get you back to bed? You look a little pale." RD presses two fingers against the side of my neck and I jump.He startles me enough that I drop the coffee mug, sending hot coffee spewing across the floor and the cup shatters.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry!" I don't know who I am apologizing to. The mug was mine anyway, but I'm so confused and starting to feel dizzy and nauseous. A sharp pain stabs me in the back of the head and I see stars as my eyes well up with tears.

"Let's get you to bed." RD scoops me up and carries me to the bed, leaving no room for argument. Not that I would have given him any. I feel awful and the bed sounds nice.

He lays me down gently and the room spins. The ceiling is bright and that fucking key fob is beeping again. "Oh, Edie."

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