Page 62 of Bottoms
“Come on, sweetheart,” Fynn said, offering his hands to help me up. “Colten worked hard on dinner tonight. It would be a shame if anything ruined it.” The way he said it made me look up with a raised eyebrow.
He walked over to his closet, flicking a light before moving to the back. He pulled a hanger from the others, bringing out the dress I lost my virginity in.
“I think you should wear this to dinner tonight,” Fynn said, his voice low and suggestive.
Nervous flutters of excitement rushed through me, and I wondered what else Fynn had up his sleeve. I just hoped he wouldn’t get the others too riled up. Grabbing the waistband of my leggings, I smoothly pulled them and my underwear off before hurrying to rid myself of my shirt and bra. I could feel his gaze as I strutted over to him and took the dress off the hanger. His gaze was like a starved beast watching as I slipped the blue material over my head.
The scoop neckline still did wonders for my small breasts without the additional support from a bra. I twirled, loving the way the skirt flared out at my hips. It was comfortable and stylish. My hands plunged into the pockets as I remembered my favorite part of the dress.
“I’m glad you like it,” Fynn mused before heading towards the door leading back to the kitchen.
As we walked through the maze of secret hallways, the air seemed electrified, back toward the kitchen. The small table had been replaced with a longer one that sat two on each side and one at the head. That was my spot, according to the boys.
Fynn and Nik usually sat on one side, while Tanner and Colten sat on the other. Colten and Fynn sat across from each other, and I hadn’t missed the band of tension that still existed between the two of them. They acted like competing children most of the time.
Fynn led me to my seat at the table. The others were here, but they were running around the kitchen. Colten was bent over as he pulled a sizzling hot pan from the oven. Tanner was at the fridge, grabbing a pitcher of tea for the table. Nik walked past me with an arm full of plates and silverware. He started setting them down when Tanner arrived with the tea and a salad bowl.
“Well, isn’t this fancy,” I said, taking my seat after Fynn pulled it out. “Is there a reason?” I asked, feeling a bit more like I was set up.
“A few things to celebrate, actually,” Colten said, arriving with the sizzling pan.
Pieces of stuffed chicken with crispy bacon wrapped around them were arranged neatly in the pan. Looking like something that would be served at a high-class restaurant. It made my mouth water, and I swore I tasted Fynn on my tongue for a moment. Colten took my plate from me and placed one of the pieces of meat on it before setting it back in front of me. Before taking his seat, he put the pan on a holder in the middle of the table. Tanner set a cup of tea in front of me while Nik came to my other side with the salad bowl.
“Okay, you guys are starting to freak me out,” I said, shooing them away. “Don’t try to butter me up first. What’s going on?”
Nik was the first one I hit with my mothering gaze, and I was glad to see I hadn’t lost my touch. When he turned away, my gaze pinged to Tanner next as he sat down in his chair directly to my left. He leaned back and smiled like he had nothing to worry about. I tried Colten next, but he looked at the delicious dinner he made like he worried it would take a bite out of him. Fynn was grinning from ear to ear, looking like a guilty kid.
“We bought a house,” Colten started.
“What? Was it the one in West Virginia?” I had found a cute little five-bedroom farmhouse on ten acres. It looked like it needed a little work on the inside, but I figured we would have plenty of time to make it just how we wanted.
“Nope, it’s a new one that popped up today. I wanted to see if you would look at it earlier, but you decided to have an appetizer instead,” Fynn smiled.
They reacted casually, as they should. Colten didn’t even bother to look up from the table as he held his knife in his hand like a surgeon, preparing to cut into his meal. I looked down at my plate, the alluring smell encouraging me to dig in.
“Well, I hope I like it, or else we’re going to have to move,” I shrugged, using my knife to cut into the juicy chicken. If this is how they wanted to break the news to me, then I was all for it. I stabbed a piece with my fork and put it into my mouth. An explosion of flavor burst on my tongue, and I moaned before doing a little happy dance in my seat before digging back in for another bite.
“Excuse me, boys. That’s the sound of my dinner,” Fynn said, as he slipped beneath the table.
I ducked my head underneath and swallowed the bite. Fynn was crawling on his hands and knees towards me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed.
“Eating my dinner like everyone else,” he whispered back. Positioning himself between my legs, his large hands came up to spread my legs wider.
I went to say something else, but Fynn cut me off before the first word of protest left my lips.
“I still own you, sweetheart,” he said, pushing the front of my dress. “You are going to eat your dinner like a good girl while I eat mine,” he said, looking directly at my glistening lips as he exposed me. “Or I will have the others hold you down on the table while I eat dinner.”
I looked up, noticing everyone’s eyes on me. They all wore the same starved look.
“Either way, I’m not leaving this table hungry,” Fynn growled, and I felt his words against my clit.
His tongue followed his words, dipping into my folds. He licked up to my clit, circling around the sensitive button. I gasped, looking back down at him, finding him looking up at me with wicked promises. I may have been the one to decide I was ready, but Fynn had his own plan for the evening.
“How’s everyone’s dinner tonight? Mine’s fucking delicious,” Fynn called out loud enough for the others to hear before plunging back into me like a man starved.
My spine jolted skyward as I sat straight in my chair. Absorbing the relentless onslaught Fynn subjected me to. After a moment, his pace slowed into more languid strokes that slowly tended to my embers after jump-starting them back to life. I grabbed my fork off the table, smiling tightly at the others as I attempted to eat my dinner.
