Chapter 17
Harlow
“Uncle Sam, you looksilly.” Rosie giggles as she takes a step away from him, looking at the makeup she just applied.
“Really?” Sam asks, looking at himself in the mirror. “I think I look good. What do you think?” He looks at me and Evie.
Evie snorts out a laugh, and my face slips into an easy grin as I look him over. His eyeshadow is a bright blue, his blush is a green color, and his lips look like he was making out with the tube itself. “Ten out of ten. Some of your best work, Rosie.”
She gapes at me. “No way! That looks so bad,” she says, placing her hand on her hips.She's a sassy one.“I was trying to make him look like a clown.” She gives us an annoyed look.
“A good-looking clown if you ask me.” I grin.
“Mama,” she growls.
“We're just kidding, Posy.” I laugh and look at Sam. “Sorry, dude, you look like a hot mess.”
He gives me a smile and it makes a pang zip through my heart. I love seeing him so relaxed.
My phone rings, and when I look at the screen, I see Neo's picture pop up under the nickname he programmed into my phone recently. It saysMaster of Screaming Orgasms. I mean, he's not wrong.
“Hello, my Pet. How was your weekend getaway? You put one hell of a show on last night,” I purr. He groans through the other end of the phone.
“Beast already laid claim to fuck our‘thanks’into you,” he says, sounding a little disappointed.
My body perks up at the idea of that. I hate handing over my body to anyone, but when Beast took me the way he did the night I got back, I felt a rush coursing through my veins and flood my fucking panties. I don't know how, but I just know that no matter how deadly he is, he would never force me if I truly didn't want it.
“Anyways, what are you doing?” he asks, excitement coating his tone.
“Playing makeover with Rosie, Evie, and Sam. Why?”
“We just got back, and we brought you a present.”
“Oh, for me?” I gush. “What is it? Jewelry, or blood? OH! Is it blood-infused jewelry?” I ask, getting a little ahead of myself.
“No, but that would be fucking awesome. I’ll make a mental note for the future,” he says. “Even better. We found a long-lost friend last night, and we thought we would bring him home to you.”
I have no idea who it could be, but I really want to find out.
“Oh, goodie! I do love myself a playdate.”
“The guys are outside by the car with our friend. Meet me in the showroom, because I have another gift that’s just from me,” he says before hanging up.
“Evie,” I say, placing my phone on the counter.
“What’s up?” she asks, getting off the ground from her spot next to Rosie, her makeup half done.
I bite my lip, holding back a grin as a fake eyelash hangs off her left eye. “Okay, first, I’d still fuck you looking like that.” I giggle, and she plucks off the eyelash and sticks her tongue out at me. “Watch what you do with that tongue, or I’ll have you make better use of it.”
Her eyes flash with lust, and I almost forget what I was going to tell her. I’d rather take her down to her office and recreate our first time.
“Stop distracting me,” I growl out. “Anyways, and second, the guys are back and they have a gift for me. It might be a while.”
“Ahh, gotcha. Sam and I will hang out with the little-ball-of-sass,” she says with a smile.
“Thank you. You're amazing, you know that?” I pull her in for a kiss. She groans as I feel up her ass.
“Go.” She pulls back breathlessly. “Before I drag you off somewhere.” She laughs.