Page 45 of Quiet Chaos

A woman with greyish blonde hair approaches and holds out her hand. “I’m Howler and you must be Sky.”

“I am.” My hand takes hers. “It’s lovely to meet you, Howler.” Her ruby red lips upturn.

More women come over and say, “Hey QC! Merry Christmas!”

Cade nods to each as he says their names. “Lashes. Bumblebee,” and continues, “I’ll let you ladies get acquainted.” He kisses me and heads to the bar.

From the bar area, I notice a woman kiss Cade on the cheek, slides her hand down his arm, and joins us by the food tables. “That man is fine. Damn! QC is tough, handsome, and difficult to get into bed. Whoever—”

One woman jabs her in the side and points in my direction. All four stare at me. I’m assuming Lashes’ name comes from her long eyelashes, but I’m unsure of what the other names mean. The one talking circles around me. I fold my hands in front, allowing them to appraise me. Patsy says it’s important to get along with the other women. I don’t want to make anyone upset.

Howler cuts the silence. “Ladies, this is Sky.” She looks at the one circling me. “QC’s girl.”

The woman stops in front. “Well, well, QC’s got a girl.”

She has the longest legs I’ve ever seen, including her fingernails, as she thrusts her hand out. “Stiletto. Hope you didn’t take offense at what I said.”

I take her hand while shaking my head. The other two women do the same, introducing themselves as Lashes and Bumblebee. I wish them a joyous holiday, and then we’re standing in silence.

Howler flings an arm over my shoulders. “Come on, Sky. We’ll show you where all the children are playing.”

“Yes, please. I made cupcakes for them.”

She glances over my shoulder with a smile. The others follow behind.

“May I ask you a question?” She gives the okay. “How did you get the name Howler?”

All the women burst out laughing. She pulls me closer. “I’m Daredevil’s Old Lady. The man is horny as all hell, and a great fuck, so I howl with every orgasm he gives me.”

My face heats, and a bead of sweat runs down my neck. As out of place as I feel, I let out a giggle while the others hold their stomachs from laughter. I refrain from asking about the other names, afraid of discovering the true meaning behind them.

We walk in, and I see Patsy placing gifts underneath the tree. Children are around her talking. My shoulders relax.

For the next several hours, everyone enjoys the drinks and food until we’re stuffed. Once everyone finishes eating, the women clear off the tables, cover the leftovers, while chatting away about life. Stiletto keeps eyeing me, but not in a menacing way.

While I’m shutting off the crock-pot, Stiletto loops her arm through mine, catching me off-guard, and says, “You know, I’ve been watching you, little Sky.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “You have?”

“Yes. And I’ve concluded that I like you. You’re sweet and genuine, something this club could use a little more of.”

“Thank you. I like you, too.”

She lets out a bark, scaring me for a moment, and then others move the conversation closer to us. Patsy comes over, hugs me, and wishes me a Merry Christmas.

I whisper the same and ask, “Is that woman who likes Cade here?”

“Josie? No, she’ll show up later.”

Lashes cuts us off by talking about her Old Man, Boulder. She’s tiny compared to him. I guess Cade and I must look similar.

Lashes fans her face after someone tells her something funny, and says, “Oh, every year I make Boulder wear his Santa hat and beard when I fuck him on Christmas. The beard is softer than his own, and when he’s licking my pussy… girl, I’m about to hit the roof.”

They all laugh at her comment, and I join in, not wanting them to think I’m rude.

Howler pipes in. “I hope he cleans that fucking beard before the next Christmas.” An onslaught of laughter hits the air, and I flinch. “Hands down, Daredevil is the best at eating me out. When he does that, he knows I’m open to anything. I even pull my ass cheeks open because the man loves anal.”

My face is probably redder than my dress. I’m guessing eating her out means the same as what Lashes said about licking. And anal? My butt cheeks clench thinking about it. Perspiration runs down my spine. Is that what my husband will want from me? Does Cade lick down there? Does he like it in the backend? I’m swallowing hard, to avoid throwing up, until Patsy guides me out of the room.

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