The Irresistible Bundle (108 page)

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"Maybe we should've let the girls in on our plans" V splutters. Our jaws drop to the floor in astonishment. We're sure as shit shocked but we shouldn't be. All the girls needed to hear were
Mardi Gras
with the words
private party
and the rest was history.

We were fucked.

"Yvette already promised to castrate us the next time we tried to pull something like this again" Nic grumbles. "Doesn't the woman have everything under the fucking sun? This should've been a walk in the park!"

"Based on what they're wearing I'd say it was on the contrary" I point to Andrea who's wearing a gorgeous mask. It's a soft turquoise color with a large butterfly wing covering half the mask. The bottom of the wing covers part of her cheek making a beautiful contrast against her dark skin.

"Where's the rest of her outfit Nic" V chuckles. Andrea agreed to be Nic's submissive and it's a wondrous thing to watch as she blossoms under his ministrations.

"You don't like it?" Nic smirks. He winks at Andrea pleased with the slight flush under her cheeks. She does look perversely splendid in her pasty-like colorful butterflies covering her brown nipples with a kaleidoscope of exotic butterflies barely covering her sex and ass crack.

"This better not turn into an orgy" Diego bitches as he stomps towards us. Griffin and Rafe drag behind. Their wide eyes and gaping jaws remain fixated on the girls.

Nic shrugs his shoulders. His eyes glance over Andrea, Desirae, and Carina. He's already had a piece of each of them in some aspect. "Done that already" the bastard bites his lip as the girls turn their attention to us. "I'm always game for doing it again though."

"Last I heard you were cut off from belleza" Jaxon wags his finger. He loves the fact that he's the only man outside of V and I that is permitted to touch Carina in such an intimate way. The fucker knows not to push his luck. Their performances are the only reason why he can still fondle her and sneak in an occasional open-mouth kiss.

"I'm thinking about adding some fresh faces to the nightly performances" Nic's eyes gleam with excitement. It's no secret that he's been contemplating joining in on the action. And now that we're learning the depths of Carina and Rafe's history it adds another element. There's so much we can do with that potential. Rumor has it Rafe can tie a woman into wicked knots and have her soaking wet before he even lays a hand on her. I'd love to see Troublemaker One and Two tied and tamed.

"We can talk business later" V barks. He isn't exactly thrilled with either prospect. Nic is an owner; he has no business being onstage with the girls. And much less if his primary motivation is to get his hands on Carina. Our days of openly sharing her are over.

"So what's the game plan" Diego looks between us. His father gave him the heads up about tonight. Diego was pissed that we hadn't let him in on the plan but we hadn't needed his blessings for this; the fewer who knew the better. We want the element of surprise on our side. I know for a fact that everyone will be surprised. Not only because Carina is getting a ring tonight but because she won't be the only one.

"Enjoy your night" Nic instructs. "When Marco gets onstage get your phone out and position yourself to capture your sister's reaction. That's all you need to know."

"Dude you know your sister won't be thrilled seeing you recording anything" Griffin hedges. "Are the photographers here tonight gonna take pictures all evening?"

"Yes" I reply for the others. "It's planned and we've consented. Just let things unfold and you'll understand what we're trying to create."

"Plus I think she'll be too busy gaping like a fool to notice anyone else" Diego snickers.

"I know" I sigh trying to get the others away from this conversation. I don't want them completely figuring out what we have planned.... Yet... "When I get on stage panties drop and women swoon."

"
Swoon
" Jaxon snorts. "Did he just use the word swoon?"

"Sure did" I boast. "I'm a man of many talents including flowery language and hard fucking."

"Those two do not go together" Griffin scoffs.

"Just watch and learn boys" I wink at them before sauntering away.

Nic and Leticia did a phenomenal job putting everything together with such short notice. The private party is on the second floor away from the majority of the members. There's security at the door and only people with custom invitations are permitted to enter. The majority of the attendees are close friends but Leticia insisted that a few others be added into the mix to shake things up. From who she's selected I'm guessing she's trying to offer Griffin and Rafe some prime hotties to enjoy for the evening.

You can't help but stop to gaze around the magnificent space. The walls are covered in bright metallic colored paper with framed beaded mosaic artwork throughout. Purple, white, green, and gold are the central colors. It's difficult to pay attention to people when the room offers so much to visually enjoy. It's like the room exploded with beads that found their rightful place. Who knew bead necklaces could make aesthetically pleasing sunflowers, masks, and body parts featured as art? Leticia and Nic even managed to use beads as coasters, wreaths hanging against the walls, and some sort of gypsy chandelier. Or so that's how Leticia described it.

Several wreaths attract the attention of a few party attendees with their deco mesh, foil ribbon, and glitter ornaments. Another wreath is decorated with feathers and floral sprays but the joker's mask screams for attention. That's probably the most masculine decoration in the place. Small purple, gold, and green spiral wire trees decorate various end tables while the centerpieces at the guest tables clamor for supremacy. They're tacky cute but manly enough for anyone to take home. V's sentimental enough to take one. The feathered base of the centerpiece is right up the girls' alley while the mini street light adds a flare of masculinity. The famous
fleur de lis
is everywhere but I can't hate. They're on point with the decorations.

Even the damn buffet table vies for attention. The display is so fucking pretty no one wants to eat from it. The dessert table has three small three-tiered cakes surrounded by other goodies. There's a sexy corset cake with a small top hat on one side while another cake features a royal crown. The last cake purposely has lopsided tiers with a naughty masquerade mask. Powdered beignets, king cake, monkey bread, and Creole bread pudding sits between the stunning cakes.

I follow the delicious scents to the long buffet table. Staff members stand by waiting to serve everyone. My eyes bounce from one calligraphy style card to another, all listing the food available for our consumption. Several containers of jambalaya, gumbo, and Cajun style beans and rice are the main attractions. A section of the buffet features shrimp based dishes. Shrimp Etouffee, Shrimp and Andouille grits, Shrimp and Okra gumbo are just a few. Fried green tomatoes with Crab Remoulade, crawfish cornbread, and Muffuleta also beg to be eaten. This table is a fucking orgy of seafood, spices, and sin.

I immediately grab a plate and ask for the crab cake with maque choux. That tender combination of corn, onions, bell peppers, and tomatoes has me moaning with the first bite. If the rest of the food tastes this good I won't be very useful for long.

"Have you been to the bar yet?" V plucks a fried green tomato from my plate. I've been so enamored with the food that I've forgotten about the open bar. The drink limit the club imposes is more lax in this room. We could toss a few and as long as we stayed confined to this private party everything would be good.

"No... Is there anything special about it tonight?" I mean really. What could they do to make it any different than the ones in the main rooms?

"Ah besides the fact that the girls are salivating over the bartender?" V chuckles as he motions to the group of troublemakers outrageously flirting with the guy behind the bar. I can't see what he's wearing from the waist down but from here I can tell he's built with the kind of body the girls would do Jell-O shots from all day.

"Your
free
drink" V emphasizes, which doesn't mean
free
in terms of money but as the beverage that doesn't count towards your drink limit, "Is one linked to the Mardi Gras theme. They're offering Hurricanes, Gin Fizz, 57 Chevy, Mint Julep, and Bayou. I've watched a couple people try something called
Sazerac
but apparently it's an acquired taste."

"Has firecracker tried it?" Desirae's tolerance for alcohol is fucking terrifying. Swear that girl has tried everything under the sun.

V evilly smirks. "Have you seen what she's wearing yet?"

"What the fuck is that" Diego roars from across the room.

"That's got to be one of the troublemakers" I sigh. Diego doesn't react to anyone's attire unless it's his sister or the fiery brunette that always remains out of his grasp.

The crowd parts enough for me to see. Desirae looks nothing like the other girls. While everyone else wore a mask she has part of her face artistically painted. Did I mention that most people will never get to her face thanks to her chosen outfit? Ah Desirae... If Diego manages to tame her the world will become a boring place.

But back to Des who
is
wearing a mask. Notice the place where I italicized the word. Most people wear masks on their faces. But lovely Desirae opted to wear a bra that is shaped like a Mardi Gras mask. So what could be the problem? Well, Des here decided to strategically place the mask so that her nipples peek through where her eyes should be. Yep, that's right; she's showing nipple.

"It's a mask" she flatly replies. I want to laugh but I refuse to encourage her because Diego looks like he's about to kill somebody.

"Aren't you supposed to cover those" he flails his hands between them motioning to her chest.

"My breasts are covered" she indignantly replies. "Beatriz did my face paint" she continues on as if it's perfectly acceptable to be showcasing her puckered nipples.

"Dear God" Jaxon moans beside me. "She's wearing crotch-less panties."

Okay I can admit my jaw hung a bit. Desirae has a magnificent body. She's curvy with a spine of steel. I don't know how hard Jaxon was staring to even notice it to begin with because once you tear your eyes away from her chest you immediately notice her feathered tail bustle with purple, gold, and green satin ribbons tied at her waist; barely covering her girl bits as Carina would say. Then you notice her stilettos and all the blood rushes from one head down to the other. Des is wearing the kind of fuck-me heels that are too pretty to touch but make any drab outfit beyond sexy.

"Keep this shit up Des" Diego's growl is the much needed bucket of ice water to help cool me down. "You're glutton for punishment."

"Be careful lover boy" Desirae taunts right back, completely unfazed by his threat. "I've got a magic wand with your name on it."

Diego's eyes widen for a moment before they narrow and glare back. I know what kind of wand Desirae's referring to and that's the hardcore shit. Thanks but no thanks.

"Has everyone eaten?" Leticia steps between the heated lovers completely unconcerned for her safety. I'd put on a cup and bulletproof vest before getting between them; maybe a helmet too.

"I have" I pat my stomach making a show of things. I love my cousin and her solid as fuck intuition. "Don't know if there's anything left after Brody and me."

"You greedy fuckers!" Desirae stomps off cutting people in line and grabbing herself a plate.

"Anyone teach you manners?" V teases.

"I hang around a bunch of Neanderthals" she scoffs. "What do you expect?"

The room erupts in laughter but one particularly haughty scoff has my dick standing at attention. The lady of the night has made her appearance.

"I beg to differ" she haughtily replies.

"Aw baby" I croon. She's a fucking sight. Desirae will probably get eye-fucked all night by every man and woman in this room but tonight Carina is royalty. Several of the girls are wearing this tail-bustle theme with matching masks. Des with her badass feathers, Leti with her tiered organza material that ends mid-calf and now this... Carina looks exquisite with purple, green, and blue tulle material as the bustle. It delicately brushes the ground and caresses her ankles. A thick purple sash wraps around her waist but it's the downward peacock feathers that make the simple bustle look sophisticated. That alone would've been impressive but for baby girl it wasn't enough. She goes on and dresses it with a satin corset featuring matching peacock feathers and the entire ensemble leaves me short of breath. Her mask is hanging from her waist but I'm not complaining. She's done something wicked with her eye shadow leaving me hypnotized by the mini rainbow on her eyelids. She has gold, green, blue, and purple all on the same eyelid yet it looks amazing. Normally if someone tried that shit they'd look like a clown but not these girls... Not my girl in particular.

~

The evening passes in a flash. I'm not sure what all happened to make the hours disappear with the next breath. All I know is that Nic is motioning for me to get in position while he ushers Carina and V onto the dance floor. Only a few people understand what is going on so everyone just thinks this is the usual mayhem that occurs around us.