Page 56 of Montana Falls
Even when our food was done, and our yawns got more ferocious, I couldn’t keep the vicious glee from my face as I ordered everyone to bring cushions and blankets into the lounge so we could have a big sleepover. It seemed the most fun thing to do and a way to cement our evening without splitting up and going to separate beds to nap away the rest of the night.
Logan and Price were the first to fall asleep in our giant pile. The others were like me, either wide awake or too drunk to care about sleeping. And as their fearless leader, it was up to meto entertain everyone. But I was unable to do that without their help, so I had no choice but to outsource.
“Someone tell me secrets they would take to the grave. I wish to be entertained.” I yawned.
Lincoln pulled me closer until I was lying on top of him instead of on my cushions. His strong body was such a nice cushion, and I had half a mind to get him stuffed full of goose down feathers so it could be even better for me.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping, not talking?” He said in my ear, his voice deep and rough.
His voice went straight to my pussy every single time. It was a bit of a problem.
“No. I want secrets. So talk or die.” I sat up quick, my hands wrapped around his throat, my legs straddling his hips.
He swatted me away a second later, barely any effort required on his behalf. But it was fun to try.
“I don’t like being choked. Do it again and I’ll spank you.”
I did it again. Totally for no reason at all.
Lincoln flipped me over, pinning me to the ground. His big hand found my ass a second later, slapping me a handful of times, enough to imprint him on my skin and make me burn in the best sort of way.
Enough to make all the men still awake pay strict attention to me.
“You still wanna gossip, you brat?” Lincoln rubbed my ass cheek with his hand, squeezing nice and hard.
“Yes.” I giggled into the floor. “Gossip to me,El Diablo. Gossip and make me happy. That is an order for all of you.”
He let me up with a sigh, but he can’t have been that mad seeing as he kept me snuggled in his arms, holding me close enough we were in danger of becoming one person.
“When we get married one day, I want a big wedding.” Kody confessed first, as he rolled over and tucked his face against mychest. “I’m talking loads of flowers, bridesmaids galore. Lots of food, and a big band. And I want it outside, somewhere with a beautiful view.” He sighed into my chest. “Then I want to go on vacation back to Hungary, so we can fuck in my childhood bedroom and I can prove to my past self that I was cool enough to bag a hot girl one day.”
I faked a sad face. “Is that all you like me for? My hotness.”
“Yes,” He deadpanned before he snorted. “I think you have an alright personality, too. Sometimes. And that tiny bit of psycho murderer in your soul gets me hard.”
“You’re so sweet,papi.” I kissed the top of his head. “Okay, someone else go next. Keep the gossip coming.”
“I want to get a tattoo.” Misha chimed in from the couch, his head resting on a pillow on Price’s lap. “Something cool. But I’m terrified it will hurt.”
“I’ll get one with you.” Linc squeezed my ass with his hands, and I pretended not to like it. “It’s more the idea that it hurts, that messes with your brain. But it really doesn’t feel that bad.”
“I will get one too.” I declared. “A big one on my back.”
“No, you won’t.” Kody snickered and moved his face over, biting my nipple and making me suck in a sharp breath. “You don’t like tattoos.”
“But I want to be in the club.” I pouted. “How about we all get a piercing?”
“Where do you have left to pierce?” Misha asked.
“My pussy.” I grinned wickedly. “Maybe you could all get somewhere similar.”
“I’m good thanks.” Lincoln snorted into my ear. “Moving away from painful things back to secrets – I’m scared of moths. They creep me out. But so do butterflies – they’re basically just fancier moths.”
“I’m going to put a butterfly garden in our forever house and make you sleep in it when I’m mad at you.” I mumbled into thetop of Kody’s head, only getting the slightest of yanks on my hair in response, not the spanking I’d been mildly, sort of, not at all, hoping for.
“We’re having a forever house, are we?” Lincoln asked.
“Yes. A big one with lots of rooms for sex and violence.” I promised. “Now, someone tell me something worse. Something dark and sexy and fun…” My eyes were closing, but I was still awake.
