The Crazy Rich Davenports Box Set, page 60
“What’s positive from what I just said?”
“Last year, you had Tommy pranking everyone even though he dislikes Halloween, and you enjoyed it. You guys even had virgin beers afterwards to celebrate.”
“I used to get laid.”
“O-kay, good for you.” I sarcastically pat his arm.
“I used to get laid a lot. Random girls, random nights, days, whenever with whoever.”
“You sound like Slutty Pepper…”
“I used to put on any damn costume I wanted, walk into a party and the girls would drape themselves over me.” He leans down. “I’ve had a threesome more than a few times.”
“Like with Daisy, Slutty Pepper, and Tommy?”
“No!”
“Don’t pretend you haven’t banged Slutty Pepper.”
“Why the fuck are we talking about Slutty Pepper? I’m talking girls from here. Girls from high school.”
“I didn’t like you in high school. You acted like an overprivileged, spoiled brat who could do and say whatever he wanted.”
Ford’s nodding with my words while staring into the distance, wearing a reminiscing smile. “I know. The good ol’ days.”
“No, you were a douchebag.”
“Who got laid.”
Alvin, aka a stoner who spends more time sitting under the trees smoking grass than actually attending class, waves a flyer in front of me. “You wanna come to a party?”
“No thanks.”
“It’s gonna be sick.” He pushes his thick blond hair over his shoulder.
“Where is it?” Ford snatches the paper from Alvin and flips it over for Alvin to tap on the location.
“It’s at the beach. Bring your booze, your tent”— he leans close to Ford and attempts to whisper—“to bring the ladies back to.” He waggles his eyebrows under a beanie hat. “And bring your fun.”
“She’ll be there.” Ford wraps his arm around me.
“No, I won’t.”
Alvin nods. “Right on. I’ll see you both there.” He turns to the next victim. “You wanna come to a radical party?” I think he’s stuck in the eighties.
I grab the paper from Ford. “I’m not going to this.”
“Why not? You need to loosen up.” He points to the paper. “Look, they have beer pong.”
“Is that even a thing?”
“The fact you need to ask shows you don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I’m missing throwing up and vomiting and blowing chunks. Likely a fight or two.”
“And games, dancing, drinking, and who knows, you might even go skinny-dipping.”
I slam the paper onto his chest. “If you enjoy it so much, you go.”
He grabs my hand before I can stalk off. “Fine. I’ll go if you go.”
Chapter 5
Daisy/Tommy/Slutty Pepper
“ARE THOSE LITTLE hellions taken care of yet? I want to get ready for this so-called party. I know the zombies will be out tonight, and if I don’t reinforce my traps and run off those kids, the apocalypse will arrive on my watch.” I snap my fingers at Daisy.
“I want to go to an adult party.” Slutty Pepper pouts.
“Neither of you are coming out tonight. I don’t want you ruining the party for the littles. They deserve normal for once.” Daisy tries to shut us down.
“Who are you kidding? Those kids wouldn’t know normal if it fell out of the sky and landed on them and then they wouldn’t know what the hell to do with it.”
“That’s why they need this.” She’s awful snappy today.
“You need to get laid so you can lose that do-gooder attitude of yours.”
“Yeah, what he said,” Pepper chimes in.
“No, no, and no! Leave my sex life out of this!”
“What sex life?” I laugh.
“Yeah, while we’re at it, you hid the vibrator from me.” Pepper crosses her arms, jutting out her perky breasts.
Hmmm…I wonder if I could do Slutty Pepper? Nah, she’s not my type. “Look, I know you have to be horny. I could get you laid.”
“Oh, so could I.” Pepper jumps in front of me.
“I don’t want to have sex with some random guy…or girl. I want Ford back,” Daisy says.
“Well, none of us are agreeing to his terms, so you need to move on and let us out!”
“I said no!”
I tap my finger on my chin…safety. “Who’s going to keep the kids safe at the party? What if the in-laws show up? You know they stop by whenever they want now.”
“Yes! Daniel may kidnap one of the kids to blackmail Lucy or to make her look like a bad parent.” Slutty Pepper is trying to help the cause.
I can feel Daisy waning. “You know if you let me out, no harm will come to any of them. It is Halloween, and baadddd things happen at night.”
“Yeah, and I could fuck a man dressed as a gladiator.” Slutty Pepper is tweaking her nipples.
“Don’t listen to her. You need me.”
I knew that would work. I yank off the apron and head upstairs to change into my camouflage. Next stop, my stash. Yaya owed me after the last prank she pulled on old Tommy boy and stocked me up real well on supplies. The little monsters are going to leave here crying like a bitch. Maybe I should cozy up to one of their moms so I can console them. I’ll console her all the way down to her lady garden with my man rod. I grind my hips back and forth. Mmmm… Daisy’s stalemate with Ford has me hard as a horn.
My crotch is calling my name. I look at it. “Not now, boy. We have work to do.”
I open my window and whistle. “Here Kitty, Kitty!” I know the littles let her out of the pen this morning. They’re making her a costume, and she’s had her head stuck in Bets’s window.
Her neck cranes around the corner of the house. “Come here, girl!”
Her long, spotted legs carry her over to my window. I grab a stash of candy from my drawer, and her long tongue laps out and takes it from me. Throwing one leg out, I wrap it around her neck and shimmy down and hop to the ground.
“Thanks, girl.” I pat her leg and take off to my stash.
First thing is the bag of candy that Yaya bought me. I tear apart a brown paper bag and lay it flat on my workspace. My teeth rip open the bag and colored gummy bears spill out on to the paper. I take my time and pour salt all over them. “See how you like the taste of these.”
Next is Play-Doh. I take my time cutting them into small rectangles and throw out the gum in wrappers and replace it with the Play-Doh gum.
I wait and watch to see each person leave the house and sneak into the kitchen and rummage through the leftovers in the fridge. “This will do.” I take the plastic container of macaroni and cheese and head back to my hideout. There is a case of Sunny D. I hate to give it up because it’s my favorite drink, but it will have to be sacrificed. I open each lid and pour the macaroni in it and shake it up. This should be really gross.
I rummage through my stash and grab what I need before heading to the gazebo where I know the party will take place. Unscrewing each faucet, I place a red dye tablet inside the head and screw them back on. “That should take care of your bloody punch.”
Next is the bathroom. “Duct tape…you are my friend.” I place the roll on the ground and get to work. A foghorn rigged to the old flusher will scare the hell out of the little fuckers. I twine the duct tape to hold it in place and test it out.
The brassy sound makes me jump. “Damn, that should do it.” Now to reinforce the perimeter.
“Tommy, I’ll rub one out for you if you let me out to play tonight.” Slutty Pepper is in my head.
“I can rub one out myself.”
“Not like I can.”
I stop in my tracks. “Tempting…very tempting, but no.”
“I’ll help you pick up one of those snotty moms that will be here.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“If you don’t let me out, I’ll bite off your balls in your sleep!”
Now that I believe. “It has been a while since you’ve had a little fun.”
She’s clapping her hands.
“Only long enough for you to get laid. I have work to do here tonight.”
“Okay, I promise.”
I know damn good and well she’s crossing her fingers behind her back.
Chapter 6
Daisy/Tommy/Slutty Pepper
FOOLS.
I’m laughing inside and swaying my hips all the way to the front gate. I’ve already texted Zion, and they should be meeting me at the gate any second now to set up tonight’s Halloween bash. I figure if we camp out by the guesthouse, we’ll be out of sight and off the radar until we’re partying so hard they can’t shut us down. I’m impressed with myself for keeping this secret from Daisy and Tommy all day.
Fools.
The first sports car rolls in, and I recognize Zion, the DJ from the other night. The thumping music blares when he rolls down the window and casually slings an arm over the frame. “Hey, sexy.” His brown eyes skim over my outfit, and I’m glad I changed into a black leather miniskirt and halter top that has cut-outs on the side, perking my breasts up.
I lean my arms on the window frame and run my fingers along his arm. “Hey back at you.” My tongue moistens my lips, and I suck my lower lip between my teeth. I need this chocolate-skinned beauty to fuck me before the night is up. He’s always too busy mixing music for a quickie at the club, and I’m always too impatient to wait when all I have to do is wink at a guy, and he’ll drop what he’s doing to bang me.
“Where are we setting up?”
“Around the back.” He could take me from the back.
“Jump in.” He nods at the empty passenger’s side, and I hop in, directing our convoy of vehicles to the guesthouse. The Davenports are too busy with setting up their own parties to notice what I’m up to.
Damn, I love Halloween.
There’s tons of room by the guesthouse, and when I jump out, so does a crew. Tents go up, tables flip open, and a makeshift dance floor is being erected. These guys know what they’re doing. All I want to do is Zion.
“What’s going on?” Vinny struts his fine body toward me, wearing sexy leather pants and leaving his button-up shirt wide open. My eyes enjoy his hairy chest. “I swear, we never get privacy!” He’s shouting, and I’m smiling because I’ve heard his sex yell and this rumbling purr comes very close.
“We’re having a party.” I rub against his side. “And you’re invited.” I bounce the tip of my finger off his nose.
His eyebrows are cocked at me. “Pepper, did you ask the Davenports about this party?”
I press my finger on his warm lips and wiggle my front against his firm front. “Shhh, it’s a secret,” I whisper. “Can you keep a secret, Vinny?”
“I didn’t tell anyone when I caught you screwing the pool boy in the shed, did I?”
I pout at him. “You didn’t join in either.”
He cockblocks himself by stepping back and breaking our connection. “I’m a married man.”
“That doesn’t usually stop men when I’m offering.”
“Pepper, stop hitting on my man.” Roxy plasters a long, tongue-exchanging, teeth-biting, sloppy kiss on Vinny that leaves me wet and horny.
Hot damn.
With her arm still around his neck, she glances at me. “We’ve talked about this.”
“I don’t listen or care about ninety-nine percent of what people tell me.”
“Like this party?”
I shrug. “I didn’t ask, so no one can say no.” I lean in. “If you’re interested in sharing your sex swing, see that hot piece of ass right there?” I point at Zion “That’s all mine later, and I don’t mind sharing.”
Roxy laughs and squeezes my jaw with one hand. I hate it when she does this. “Honey, we have enough fun by ourselves. Where’s Daisy today? Shouldn’t you still be getting ready for later? When you usually come out and play?”
“I had plans, and here they are. You think we could get the sex swing hung out here? What other toys do you have? I have strippers coming. Men and women. Why don’t you invite your friends? There’s plenty of space here.”
“I’ll make a few calls.” Vinny pulls out his cell and walks into the middle of the chaos around us. I watch his ass the whole way.
“Girl, you need to learn discretion.” Roxy’s shaking her head at me but smiling too.
“I’ve been practicing. Wanna see?”
She folds her arms below her chest and hikes up her double D’s. “All right.”
I set off on my mission and find Zion unraveling cords from his machines. I bend down and whisper in his ear, “I’m hot, wet, and I need a good fuck.” I bite his earlobe before plunging my tongue inside his ear. “Coming?” I stand and wink at Roxy as I lead him across the yard toward the front door of her house.
I can hear her calling my name, but I ignore her and run through the house, laughing, with Zion chasing behind. I would have fucked him against the hallway door, on the living room couch, hiked up on the kitchen counter, but that’s not where we end up.
I push him down on the office chair behind Vinny’s desk. He rolls back and hits the bookshelf, sending books shaking. His hand reaches for me and pulls me to straddle his lap. He’s already hard, and I grind against him, enjoying his moan of pleasure. His hand grasps the back of my neck and brings my mouth down to his. His greedy tongue pushes through my lips and ravishes the inside of my mouth. He tastes like whiskey, and for midmorning and to already be drinking, I’m turned on and can’t get enough of him. He doesn’t taste like Ford. I like the taste of Ford, if I admit it, more than him, but Daisy cockblocked us, so I take what I can get.
I twist my fingers in the front of his shirt, hungry for more and his grasp tightens on my hips. I grind harder and harder as he consumes my mouth. He rips my shirt over my head and cups my breasts, bringing them to his wet, waiting mouth. The pleasure is blinding. I grip his knees behind me, close my eyes and lean my head back as he flicks and bites my nipples
“Fuck me, fuck me!”
He bends me over the desk, and my gaze lands on a picture of Vinny and Roxy. Hmmm, delicious.
My miniskirt hits the floor, and I gasp at the sharp sting on my ass cheek. His hand rubs where I’m sure he’s left a red imprint of his hand before leaving my skin and coming back for seconds. I scream in pleasure, anticipating, wanting, craving more. Finally, he spreads me open and thrusts his cock inside me.
“Yes!” I scream
He’s pumping deep and rough, and I hold on to the far edge of the desk until a shockwave comes over me and I collapse on the desk. I barely get to enjoy the aftermath of the moment, when I feel Tommy rising to the surface.
“No, wait!”
I straighten with as much dignity as I can after Slutty Pepper has me stripped bare naked. I turn to this so-called Zion, who already has his pants up and is buttoning up the front.
“Do you know how old Pepper is, you sick fuck?” My fist lands on his jaw and sends him flying back. He deserves it, the sick bastard.
Chapter 7
Yaya
“VODKA, VODKA, AND more vodka.” The bottles crash together in my cart.
“How about some tequila for your famous margaritas?” Alfred hands me a bottle off the top shelf.
“Okay, but don’t let me forget the ice like the last time. There is nothing worse than a lukewarm drink.”
“Oh, can we put flavors in them too?” He points to a cartoon of mango flavoring.
“Only one.” I hold up a crooked finger at him. I don’t want to spend all the money I’ve made today. I have a little investing to do.
As I move my cart down the aisle, I see Andy who is already dressed in his Catwoman costume and high-heeled shoes, tilting a bottle of bourbon to his lips.
“I’m not paying for that!” I holler at him.
The bottle clinks against the shelf as he stumbles backward, catching himself before he falls.
“Good lord, how much have you had to drink already?” I roll the cart up next to him.
“Heeeey…pretty lady,” he slurs and leans his head on the buggy. “Do you fink Alfred would let me be his sidekick?” His eyes are glassed over.
“Batman? My memory isn’t what it used to be, but I’m pretty sure they were partners.”
He stands as tall as he can. “No…I mean…partner.” He spits out the T and grabs his old man balls.
“Oh, you want to do the dirty with Batman. I don’t think he swings that way.”
“I’ve seeeeen the way he wooks at me.” He thrusts his hand to his hip and stumbles again. I catch him before his fragile bones fall to the floor and he breaks his hip.
“I think you’ve had way too much to drink.” He hikes his leg up over the cart and falls in face first. His red high heels are sticking straight out.
“Flip over, you old coot.” I push his legs until he’s sitting on top of the bottles.
“Oh, this feeeellls nice.” He rolls his hips over the bottles.
“Quit trying to molest the vodka, you fucktard. I need those for our party.” I smack him in the back of the head. His mask slips over his mouth, and he passes out cold.
“What happened to Andy?” Alfred has two bags of chips in each hand.
“He started the party early.” The cold air rushes out of the ice machine. “Put those down and grab some ice. And I’m not paying for those. There will be plenty of food at the party.”
The ice goes on the counter and a few of the vodka bottles I can reach from under Andy.
“How many do you have?” Teddy, who is a long-time customer of mine, says as he scans a bottle.
I take out a bottle of Viagra from my purse and hold up two fingers.
“Eleanor, you know I can’t make a trade.” He looks around the store.
“How about fifty percent off?” My fake lashes tickle my cheek as I bat my eyes at him.
He says no, but shakes his head yes, and I lean over the counter and slip the bottle into his pocket and linger a little too long messing with his Johnson.
