True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 9 – Stuffed Like a Thanksgiving Turkey

Thursday – Thanksgiving, 2023

Tanner

Brooklyn laughed and stepped in between Matt and me. We were supposed to be prepping the turkey. But it had probably been over a century since I’d helped in the kitchen. I had no idea what to do with a turkey. And I guess Matt didn’t know what to do either. But the turkey looked fine to me.

“I think it’s ready,” I said.

“In what way?” she asked with a laugh.

I gestured to it.

“You’re supposed to be stuffing it.”

“With what?” I asked.

“With literally everything I cut up right here.” She gestured to her cutting board.

“Wait, you want us to do what with all that?”

“You need to put it all up in the bird.”

What the hell?

Matt laughed. “Sorry, baby. I don’t think either of us knew where to start. In my defense, I was at least trying. Tanner was just on his phone.”

My son wasn’t wrong. I kept glancing at my phone. Any minute now I’d find out if Ash had really been fucking around with other guys. I’d asked Angel and Diablo to send me photos of whatever they ended up doing to her. They’d been more than happy to oblige.

My stomach churned. I wasn’t sure if I was nervous or excited. Both, I guess. And I kept checking my phone every few seconds.

“So...how do we stuff it?” asked Matt and lifted up one of the turkey’s legs. He scrunched up his nose and let it fall back in place.

Brooklyn stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “I think it’s time you boys stepped out and let Nigel and me handle this.”

“Yes, the mademoiselle and I will handle this,” said Nigel. “You two go watch the American football match. Hut, hut.” He slapped Matt’s ass.

“Nigel, we’ve talked about this,” said Matt. “Don’t touch my ass.”

“No. You talked to Francois. And Nigel and Francois don’t converse. His rules aren’t my rules. So...hut, hut.” He slapped Matt’s ass again.

I had no idea what was happening. But I didn’t mind tapping out of dinner prep. I kept staring at my phone as I wandered out of the kitchen.

I sat down on the couch and waited. And waited.

Finally a text came through from Angel. He’d sent a close-up picture of his cock. A beautiful naked woman was kneeling in front of him, but it cut off above her tits, so I couldn’t see her face. The text read: “Sorry man, looks like she failed the loyalty test :(“

Fuck! I tried to zoom in to tell if it was Ash. But the picture wasn’t the best quality. Angel must have been moving too much.

“Are you okay?” asked Matt .

I cleared my throat. “I’ll be right back.” I went into the bathroom, snapped my fingers, and teleported to the Society. I walked out to the patio and looked over at the big mirrored wall on the side of the restaurant.

I knew Ash was just on the other side of that mirror. But all I could see was a reflection of myself.

I wanted to go into the skybox. But if she was having sex with the brothers, I wanted her to keep going through with it...

I started pacing.

Is she? Or isn’t she?

I was losing my fucking mind here!

Another text came in a couple minutes later. This one was clearly of Ash. She was leaning over, her red hair cascading over her tits. Angel was behind her and Diablo was in front of her. The text read: “Your girl is about to get stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

Well, I knew what that meant now. My eyes grew round. Really? Was this actually happening? Or was it some kind of photoshop trick? I walked over to the glass and tried to look through. But I couldn’t see anything.

Another picture came through of them inside of her.

And I could see myself in the background of the picture, with my face pressed against the glass.

Holy shit…she’s really been doing it!

Also…who is taking these pics? The first one was clearly taken by one of the brothers. But this one was taken from farther away.

I shook my head.

It didn’t matter .

What mattered was that my girl was getting me free!

I was so fucking proud of her!

I swallowed hard.

But also...I wanted to murder Angel and Diablo. And every other guy she’d been with.

And I was also oddly turned on by the pictures.

I ran back to the bathroom and teleported to my masturbatorium. But when I tried to open the door, it was locked.

“Not so fast,” said Nigel.

I jumped.

Nigel had appeared out of nowhere with his headdress. “The new addition to the masturbatorium is almost ready...”

“I need to get in there right now.” I felt myself growing harder. Picturing Ash’s lips on my cock. And my cock stretching her wide.

Nigel shook his head. “It’s not ready yet.”

“Nigel, this is serious. You know what kind of destruction my dick is capable of.”

“Fiery inferno,” said Nigel and his eyes grew round remembering the last time. But he didn’t go to open the door.

“I’ve been holding it together for over a fucking week as it is. I need access to my masturbatorium again immediately. Open the door.”

Nigel shook his head. “No.”

“Nigel, I swear...”

“It should be ready by the time Ash gets home,” he said .

I took a deep breath. That wasn’t that far away. And I’d rather her tell me what happened in her own words.

“Keep it together, Master. Our guests are already arriving. And you don’t want to light your apartment on fire and ruin another Thanksgiving.”

I laughed. “You make it seem like I set the fire at the last one. That was Young Robert.”

Nigel nodded. “But still. If Thanksgiving turns into a fiery inferno twice, no one will come back.”

I slowly nodded. He was right. I took another deep breath. “Okay. I’ve got this.”

The oven alarm started dinging. “Just hold it together, Master. Think of...my favorite outfit in the 50s.” He ran off.

Oh God . The thought of Nigel’s bright yellow polka dot blouse – yes, it was definitely a blouse - with a matching bow in his hair was an instant boner killer. I cracked my neck to the side and wandered back down the hall and into the living room.

Young Robert was standing in the living room chatting to Matt.

My boner was definitely gone now. Robert was the perfect person to distract me from being horny. I walked over to him and Matt.

“Young Robert,” I said.

“Old Tanner.” Rob smiled at me. A big one. A weird one.

Why was he smiling at me like that? And why had he called me old? “What were you and my son talking about? ”

Rob lowered his eyebrows and looked back and forth between me and Matt. “Matt, did he just call you son?”

Matt sighed as he bounced a fussy Chloe in his arms. “Yes. Because he calls Jacob grandson and doesn’t want to confuse him...” Matt shook his head. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

I lifted Chloe out of Matt’s arms and she immediately stopped crying. I didn’t know why, but babies rarely cried around me. I think they could somehow sense the magic around me and it settled them. Chloe smiled up at me. I let her grab my finger in her little hand.

“Rumor has it that you have some actual sons on the way,” said Rob. And then he giggled.

I looked up from Chloe. “You really freaked Ash out,” I said.

“It was all in good fun.” He smiled at me again. In the weird way.

Why did he keep looking at me like that?

“You know what I’ve always wondered?” asked Rob. “What it was like to be a colonial settler during the first Thanksgiving.” He stared at me.

Stop looking at me like that. “I don’t think we’ll ever know. But Nigel is doing his best to have authentic foods that would most likely be served back then. Which he learned from a documentary. As modern-day boys do.”

“What documentary?” asked Rob. “I’d like to watch it.”

“You’d have to ask him. ”

“That’s the thing...I did. And he said he read about it in a book.”

“Ah, right. It was a book. I misspoke.”

Rob smiled at me again. “Did you? Misspeak?”

What the hell is happening right now? I thought about how Rob had worn a genie costume to the Halloween party. Which made zero sense. And now all these questions... Did he know?

I shook my head. He couldn’t have. I mean...how could he possibly?

“Yes, I misspoke,” I said.

He smiled at me again.

Fuck, does he know?

“Speaking of Ash, where is she right now?” he asked.

No one had been speaking of her... “I think you’ve played enough pranks on her for a bit.”

“Yeah, I’m not playing a prank on her. I just want to have a nice long private conversation with her. Again.”

Again? Was he talking about when she went to him for that phony pregnancy test? Or had they talked about something else? Like my secret... “She’ll be here shortly.”

“Perfect. Well, son, we should catch the game.” He slapped Matt on the back.

“Not you too,” groaned Matt.

Robert laughed. “I kinda like it.”

Right? Wait, no. I didn’t agree with anything out of Young Robert’s mouth. I shook my head.

“Abuelo, Abuelo!” Jacob ran up to me. “Can we go to another cricket match? Pleeeeease. ”

I picked him up and balanced him on my hip while holding Chloe in my other arm. “We can definitely go to the next world cup. Does that sound good?”

“Yessie.”

“Ahem,” said Nigel.

“I meant oui,” said Jacob.

I smiled. I wasn’t sure when it happened exactly, but I was starting to picture my own little family. With Ash. I loved my grandchildren, but I was ready to have some of my own. And at this rate, it might be happening sooner than I originally hoped.

***

We all sat down at the dining room table. But there was an empty spot next to me where Ash was supposed to be. She should have been home hours ago. But...she wasn’t here. And she wasn’t answering my texts. We had to eat before the food got cold.

I slowly stood up and raised my glass. The Caldwells and Hunters were all here with their kids and their parents. It was almost an exact replica of Matt and Brooklyn’s rehearsal dinner last year. Although, I hoped some things wouldn’t be replicated. This was a brand new table. And I rather liked it.

“Here’s to another wonderful Thanksgiving together with family and friends. I appreciate you giving me another chance to host after last year...”

Brooklyn laughed. “The most memorable rehearsal dinner ever. We’ll never forget it. Thank you, Tanner.”

I smiled.

“I mean...it was memorable because of me,” said Rob.

Brooklyn swatted his arm .

I laughed. “Yes it was. One of the best pranks I’ve seen in my lifetime. And I’ve seen quite a few.”

Rob stared at me. He didn’t seem to know how to react to the complement.

“But I’d rather not let this table sink into the floor like the Titanic.” I giggled. The Titanic. I’d known it was a floating death trap from the second I saw the design back in the early 1900s. So I made it look like I was planning on going on the maiden voyage. And those silly DODO bastards fell for it. They got on, and they never got off. I felt bad for everyone else who died on that ill-fated voyage. But not DODO. And it also made me giggle thinking of Mr. Pruitt crying to the movie.

Mr. Pruitt gave me a weird look. Like he knew that I knew his secret.

I much preferred knowing other people’s secrets instead of them knowing mine. I glanced at Rob.

He smiled at me. In that weird way again.

Stop it, Young Robert! I cleared my throat. “And we’re also celebrating the first anniversary for two of my favorite people in the world.” I nodded at Matt and Brooklyn.

“Thanks, man.” Matt put his arm around Brooklyn.

“You two are truly an inspiration...”

“Abuelo, can we eat now?” asked Jacob from the kids table across the room.

I laughed. “Yes. Let’s eat up. Here’s to a wonderful year behind us and another wonderful year to come.” I lifted my glass.

Everyone tapped glasses. I smiled as Jacob tapped his cup of juice against Scarlett’s .

I was just about to sit down when Ash ran into the dining room. Her face was flushed.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. It took forever for me to get a taxi with the Thanksgiving traffic. So by the time I got one, I needed to go back to my place to change because I knew people would already be here. Ah there’s adults here! I didn’t mean that. Tanner and I aren’t living together. That would be...sinful. And we’re not sinful. Is anyone Catholic here? I feel like someone is, no? Don’t answer that. I think we should maybe turn on the AC. Is it hot or is it just me? Just me? Great. I think I’m overheated because I was running late because...of...things...and...” She stopped talking and just stared at everyone like a deer in headlights.

I walked over to her and grabbed her hand. “Hey,” I whispered.

“Hey.” She looked up at me.

“Did you just come from the hallway?” asked Rob. “Have you been here the whole time?”

Ash’s eyes grew round. She must have come through the closet portal.

“No, you mis-saw,” I said without really looking at him.

“Did I mis-see?” he asked.

I ignored him. “I’m glad you made it.”

Ash nodded.

“Because I had one more thing to say in my toast.”

Jacob stopped chewing.

I smiled. “I always like to reflect on what I’m most grateful for. But looking at the past decades...my life was kind of empty. ”

“Like...a lot of decades?” asked Rob. “He definitely just implied that it was a lot. And he’s not even thirty, right? Am I right?”

“Rob, stop it,” said Matt.

“But I...”

“Dude seriously. If you’re planning on setting anything on fire tonight, you’re going to have a problem. You’re lucky that Tanner laughed it off last time. But no one’s going to be laughing this time. And I’m going to force you to pay for any damage this time.”

“Someone’s touchy,” said Rob.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said. “It’s just pennies.”

“You just bought a soccer team,” said Matt.

I shrugged. “Sure.”

“See,” said Rob. “Tanner liked it.”

I ignored him. “This year is the first year I realized what I was truly missing in my life. And I’ve never been more thankful.” I looked down at Ash. “I’m most thankful for you.”

She smiled up at me.

I leaned down and kissed her.

Ash melted into me.

Brooklyn whistled.

Ash’s cheeks flushed even more as she pulled back. “Everyone eat, please.” She grabbed my hand and quickly sat down. As everyone started passing around fish platters, she turned to me. “I’m most thankful for you too.”

“Is that so?” I raised my eyebrow at her.

“Of course.”

“Hm.” My hand fell to her thigh under the table. “Are you sure about that? ”

“Of course I’m sure about that.”

While everyone was busy getting food and chatting, I leaned over to whisper in Ash’s ear. “It just seems like you had a lot to be grateful for today.” I slid my hand under the hem of her dress.

“What are you doing...”

I slipped my fingers beneath her thong and brushed my thumb across her clit.

Her eyes grew round and she grabbed a piece of salmon in her hand and threw it down on her plate.

“Did you enjoy the Gent Show?”

She nodded.

“Is that all you enjoyed?”

She swallowed hard and her throat made an adorable squeaking noise.

“Because it seems like maybe you’re embarrassed about something. Is that why you were late?” I traced my fingers along her wetness.

“I...I...” her voice trailed off.

It was cute that she couldn’t say the words. But I could say them for her. “Tell me, were you thankful for me when Angel slid his cock inside of you?” I kept teasing her with my fingers.

She grabbed her fork and stuffed a huge piece of fish into her mouth to hide her moan.

“Or when you were gagging on Diablo?” I slid two fingers inside of her.

She moaned again, more audibly this time.

James looked over at us.

I ignored him and kept moving my fingers. “Did you think of me when you were sliding between their cocks? ”

“Yes!” Ash moaned and slammed her hand on the table. Everyone turned toward us now. She grabbed a biscuit and shoved it into her mouth. “Yes!” she said. “You made my favorite biscuits! Thanks, Nigel.”

Nigel beamed at her. “You’re welcome, Mistress Ash.”

James chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He whispered something to Penny.

“James knows I’m fucking you with my fingers under the table,” I said. “Do you think anyone else knows?”

Ash whimpered.

“Tell me,” I whispered. “Were you a good girl? Did you let both of them fill your tight little pussy?”

“Yes,” she whispered and shoved another biscuit in her mouth. “Are you mad...”

“I’m so hard right now, baby.” I slipped another finger inside of her.

She tried to swallow the biscuit and her throat made that adorable squeaking noise again.

“You were such a good girl, fucking both of them. Let me reward you.” I started tracing slow circles along her clit, just the way she liked.

Her pussy clenched around my fingers.

“If we were alone right now, I’d shove my fingers in your mouth as I devoured your pussy.”

“Tanner...”

“Because now I know you like being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. Don’t you, baby?”

She put a chunk of fish in her mouth and moaned again .

“Did you think of my cock pressing into the back of your throat instead of his? And my fingers digging into your hips? My cock sliding in and out of you? Fucking you?” I nipped at her earlobe.

She nodded.

“I so badly want to fuck you, baby. I can’t wait to be the one filling you.”

She moaned around her fork, her cheeks growing rosier by the second.

“I’m so glad you like the feast I prepared for you, Mistress Ash,” said Nigel. “Mmm, mmm good.” He moaned around his fork too.

She cringed and then moaned again.

“Dirty girl.” I bit her earlobe and she came against my fingers. And then she started to squirt all over my hand. Soaking her skirt and a bit of the tablecloth.

I smiled. I bet she hadn’t done that for Angel and Diablo.

“Tanner, what do I do?” she whispered in horror. “Everyone’s going to think I peed myself.”

No one was going to think that. I grabbed a napkin, wiped off my hand, and then draped the napkin across her lap. She’d dry off before dessert. Just in time for me to make her do it again.

I grabbed the closet tray of food and piled my plate high. And then I tried to focus on my meal. Because I was seconds away from burning my apartment to the ground.