Page 71 of We Are All Sinners

“Oh shit! Evie, are you wearing a butt plug?” Lily asks, nodding her head, already knowing the answer, as she bursts out laughing.

“Yes, and I don’t know what the next size is going to feel like if this one is making me so horny I can’t fucking see straight.” I admit, breathing a little harder as it hits just right, making my eyes roll, then the feeling goes away, and comes back, and goes away again, over and over.

Torture. This is pure torture.

“Okay bitch, snap out of the fog. You are gonna have to learn to control it. It takes practice.” Lily states matter of fact, making my eyes go wide.

“How?” I almost squeal at the sensations making me want to hump anything to give me just a tiny bit of friction. Just a bit, it wouldn’t take much right now to give me just the slightest bit of relief.

“What is your biggest turn off?” Lily asks quickly.

I stop and look at her with wide eyes as my ass starts to clench again.

“Babies!” I almost yell. I swat my hand over my mouth, giggling uncontrollably.

“Babies are your biggest ick. What the fuck Eves. Most women look at babies and want to fuck whatever dude wants to put one in her.” Emily cocks her head at me chuckling along with Lily.

“Hey, it worked. Not an ick, I like babies, they are just the biggest turn off I could think of.” I move to stand up straight and feel it again. I chant the word babies over and over again in my head, until I can see their cute little smiling faces, and my core starts to relax a bit.

“See, the mind is a very powerful thing.” Lily raises her eyebrows smirking.

We head back out to the table, and I notice Darius and his date have left and the guys don’t look as happy as they did when we left the table.

Noah stops speaking when he sees us approach the table trying to put on a fake smile as he picks up his tumbler to take a long pull.

“Everything okay?” I ask as I settle back into my seat, looking back and forth between the three of them.

“No, pipsqueak, everything is not okay.” Liam looks from me to Brix, scowling.

“Everything is fine! We can talk about this later.” Brixon replies, eyeing Liam.

“Can we? Can Evie pinpoint when this shit is gonna go down so we can at least be there to fucking save your ass?” Liam isn’t yelling, but he is being louder than he should be in such a public place.

“No.” I interrupt him before he can say anything else, “No, I can’t. You’re right. We shouldn’t be pretending like this is a normal vacation, proposal, or anything else you planned on this weekend. We are going to take tonight, then tomorrow, we start putting everything we can together to help us figure out what we need to know to take out whoever this son of a bitch is. Deal?” I reply, knowing Liam is right.

“Marry me.” Brixon blurts out.

“I already said yes Brix, nothing will change my mind about that.” I try to reassure him, confused by his statement.

“No, tomorrow. Marry me tomorrow. Liam can get ordained while you girls go find a dress to wear and we can get married on the beach tomorrow night. New Years Eve.”

“Brix, I want to marry you more than anything in this world, but I also want a wedding back home, with all the things that come with a NOLA wedding. Plus, we already did that once, and in all honesty, I feel like we are already married.” I try to explain and see it written all over his face.

We may not make it that far.

“Have the wedding as a big event, kind of a Saints coming back to take over kind of soiree. We put it in the papers and invite all the families. Then have a ball as the reception. Bleeding Hearts Ball, or whatever bullshit will get them there, to celebrate the union. We can even make it a masked ball to let the perps come in thinking they have a leg up.” Liam smirks.

“Where I’ll be in a white dress.” I sigh, knowing that this is going to be the night I die. At least I’ll get to marry the love of my life first.

“Actually, I think it would be really cool if we make it a dress code of black and the only color is to be on your mask, and they have to enter into a contest when they enter the ball. Then we get everyone’s names and what their masks look like to keep track of them. You and Brix will wear red and black to go with the bleeding heart’s theme.” Emily explains.

“So, you two just came up with this? That’s what you’re going with?” I deadpan Emily, already knowing she told Liam everything. She looks down quickly, then back up to Lily.

“Fine! Sis, look, we all came up with it this morning after Liam hung up on Brixon and Darius signed off telling us to handle it. We just care about you both and want to make sure everyone makes it out of this alive.” Noah finally cracks.

I can’t help but soften as I listen to my friends.

“Spring will be in full bloom come March, how about Fat Tuesday and make it all Mardi gras colors. Let’s take bleeding out of the name because that’s just asking for me or Brix to get shot. Make it a witch wedding, abiding by the Saints rules. After we say I do, we are going to throw the best fucking reception anyone has ever seen. I would also like there to be king cake. Oh, and I get to wear a green dress to the reception, then, as far as I’m concerned, deal.” I look at Brixon to see his reaction.

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