All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 6

Six

Whitney

I hear her words, but they’re a little hard to believe. The love potion being real is a hard enough pill to swallow, but having it turn book boyfriends into real men— are they real? —seems insane.

“How?” It’s such a simple yet complex word, especially in our current situation.

“Um… magic. I guess.” Harper sounds as confused as I feel, which is really fucking confused.

“So we magically created three perfect men? What are we looking at exactly, Harp? Give me the tropes.”

“Okay, let me think. All of them are small-town romances. Nothing dark.”

“Thank fuck for small favors.”

“Hush. Let me concentrate. It’s been a while since I read them. Okay, Beau,” the man in question preens at his name. “Healing the Cowboy’s Heart. Beau owns a horse ranch, and a woman gets stuck in the mud near his farm during a big storm. Rescue. Sex. Happily ever after.”

“Good job, Beau.”

“Thank you, ma’am. Might I get your name?”

Whitney looks at me with panicked eyes, and I shrug. Should we give fictional men our names?

“Um, I’m Whitney, and this is Harper.”

I guess Whit decided for us.

“Pleasure to meet you, Whitney and Harper.” He tips his hat again and nods his greeting.

“And surfer dude?”

“Cruz Rivers from Surfing Through Her Heart. Total cinnamon roll with boy next door vibes. He falls for the girl who pushes the ice cream cart on the beach and saves her from a seagull attack. He— Oh! ”

Harper pauses and bites her thumb while staring at Cruz.

“What? Oh, what ?”

She leans closer to my ear and whispers, “He’s pierced.” My mouth forms into an O, but no sound comes out. “Yeah. And he liked to fuck the FMC in places that they could easily get caught. The changing stalls on the beach, discreetly under a towel, they were practically voyeur rabbits.”

“And Henry Fox from Chopping Her Heart Open?” I barely remember any of these books.

“Um. Crap. It’s the first book in the series. I can’t remember.”

“Can we ask him?”

Harper shrugs. “Henry, can you tell us about your book?”

He smiles, and his bright white teeth almost blind us. He removes the flannel that was barely hanging on and drapes it over the couch. When he speaks, his deep voice caresses my mind.

“Henry Fox. Ten inches, long and thick. Kinks include primal play, dirty talking, rope proficiency, and breath play.”

“Fuck. I remember him now. Doesn’t his book have the scene in the woods where she runs, and when he catches her, he ties her to the tree and fucks her in the rain until she practically passes out?”

Henry growls and adjusts himself in his pants, obviously turned on by my words.

“I’d suggest you stop saying those pretty little words unless you want that to be your fate, Whitney.”

It’s my turn to adjust as I squeeze my thighs together. His deep voice and erotically threatening words are turning me on.

“Me, too, Whit.”

“Can we pretend this is some kind of fever dream and let them rock our world?”

“Whitney! The concept of this is completely absurd. But maybe you’re right, and this is some kind of a fever dream because I’m having trouble believing the concoction I made caused this.”

A throat clears, and we look back up at the beautiful men waiting patiently.

“We’re here to serve you ladies,” Cruz purrs, running his hand through his blond locks. “I’m happy to share and let everyone watch.”

I’m panting, and a quick look at Harper shows she’s just as affected as I am.

Without warning, as if they’ve had some silent conversation, the men strip their barely-there clothes. My mouth salivates at the sight of their bodies. I don’t think any of them have an ounce of body fat on them unless it’s in their cocks because Ho-Ly-Shit.

“Harper?” She doesn’t respond. “Harper?” I try again, and she still doesn’t answer. When I finally look in her direction, she’s practically drooling. I give her a gentle shove, and she blinks out of her trance and frowns at me. “Harper, you’ve been with men before. What’s wrong with you?”

“Not any who looked like that.” She has a dreamy, far-off stare in her eyes as she practically sings her words.

“Do you… want to take them up on their offer?” It shouldn’t even be a question. There are three strange and now naked, hot men in our living room. Everything about this screams red flag. Flags. So many flags.

My poor, level-headed book nerd has been reduced to a pile of drool, and she’s left me to be the rational one. It’s such a strange role reversal that I have no qualifications for. I’m the spontaneous, fun one, and Harper is the ‘No, Whitney. We can’t skinny dip in the school fountain’ one. We’re a perfect pair.

“Look at them,” she whispers, pulling me out of my head.

I’m not prepared for what I see when I allow myself to look. The men look hungry. Power and sex oozes off them, and all three are softly stroking their cocks. Cruz’s piercing glistens, Henry’s ten inches are intimidating, and Beau… Fuck. Beau is massive. He’s stroking himself with both hands, and I shiver thinking of that thing coming anywhere near me.

Am I drooling now, too?

“Baby.” I turn and grab Harper’s shoulders so she’s looking at me, and she comes back to reality. “Do you want to live this real-life fever dream? You’ve read the books and know what they’re capable of.”

She stares at me, eyes wide and ping-ponging between mine. “Fuck. Yes!”

“Are you sure? Did we poison ourselves or something?”

She grabs my cheeks and kisses me passionately. I hear groaning, and when I pull away, the three men have surrounded us. I should probably feel threatened, but they’re giving us enough space so I don’t feel trapped.

“If we are poisoned and dying, isn’t this a great way to go?”

“Fuck Baby, don’t talk like that. I can’t live without you, Harp.”

“Then don’t. Live with me.”

Her hand runs down my arm until she tangles our fingers together. With a smile, she steps back right into Cruz’s chest. His arms instantly snake around her midsection, and he buries his face into her neck.

“Let go, Whitney.”

She squeezes my hand, but I know she isn’t asking me to let go physically; she wants me to indulge.

“Isn’t that my line, Baby?”

She shrugs one shoulder and tilts her head, giving Cruz better access. “A little role reversal is fun.”

Heat radiates behind me, and Harper’s eyes dart above my head. I can feel them. Every nerve in my body can feel them.

“Let go, Whit.”

I know whatever I say or do next will solidify the rest of our evening. I haven’t thought about another person since Harper and I decided to become official. Watching Cruz’s hands roam her body should make me jealous, but it only turns me on as I watch the blush creep across her chest.

“Will you still love me in the morning?”

“And the evening, and the day, month, and year after that. I want to see you enjoy yourself.”

I nod, about to finally give in. My heart races as my left foot lifts to step back into the arms of the men behind me, but before I complete the step, I plant it back on the floor, pull Harper from Cruz’s arms, and wrap mine around her.

“Whitney wha?—”

“Safeword. We need a safeword.” My eyes plead with hers as realization dawns across her face.

“A safeword. That’s a good idea. Okay. What should it be?”

I sigh with relief that she’s on board. “How about… Taco?”

Harper rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Because we’re lesbians?”

“Yeah. Makes sense, right?”

“No.”

“Well, you come up with something better then.”

Harper looks around the room and back at me with a devilish smile.

“ Uh oh. What are you thinking?”

“Sausage. Because that’s not something we ever have in our relationship.”

“Fiiiiine. And you thought my suggestion was ridiculous.”

She places a gentle but lingering kiss on my lips, then shoves me into the men behind me. Beau and Henry catch me with ease and position me between them like a muscle and cock sandwich.

Our size comparison is ridiculous. I only reach their shoulders, giving them both a full head above me. Hardness that isn’t muscle pokes me in the stomach and back.

“Hello, beautiful.” Beau smiles down at me as he rubs my arms while Henry grips my hips.

“Safeword. Tell me what the safeword is, Beau.”

“Sausage,” he says with a smirk and shifts his naked cock over the front of my shirt.

“Henry?”

“Sausage, pretty lady.” Another hard cock presses further into my back.

I turn my attention to Harper and Cruz, who are making out. “Cruz. Safeword?”

He pulls back, licking his lips like he’s savoring Harper’s flavor, and stares into her eyes.

“Sausage is the safeword, Harper.”

Well fuck. I guess I’m not in the room.

As if sensing my momentary dissatisfaction, Henry’s hands flex on my hips, and warm breath fans my ear.

“Don’t be jealous. You have two for the price of one, beautiful.”

Fingers brush under my chin and force my gaze upward. Beau’s blue eyes stare back at me, unnaturally glistening under the light. I may have two for the price of one, but they’re already giving me whiplash.

“You need to relax and enjoy yourself. Look at Harper. She’s taking advantage of the situation just like you should be.”