House Rules

Elicia:

“E-LI-CIA!” Randi’s chipper voice rang out, groaning under my pillow as my exposed ass cheek was smacked with a wallop that snapped me out of my sleeping haze.

“WHAT THE HELL RAN-DI? Pointing a sharp stare at that megawatt smile as he plopped down across the foot of my bed with a bright chuckle.

Leaning to the side to sooth the burning sting that radiated angerly along my lacy panty clad ass, smacking Randi across the face with a pillow.

“Well, seeing that I will be “gone” for the next week. I wanted to see you before you split for your early morning workout.” His bright smile making my mornings better this past week after Bain’s ranting phone call and my impromptu “shopping and dinner” invite with the “Watchmen”.

I don’t know what “it is” with them but I feel so comfortable in their presence, and not to mention the delicious eye candy they offer.

Just thinking about them and those goofy grins they get, just…ugh!

Randi insisted he replace my phone after he smashed my old one against his countertop, so I was set-up with a new Samsung 10 with protective case for a “just in case” scenario.

Of course, my first contacts were Randi and the “four”, which suited them better then “The Watchmen” because it seemed too “stalkerish” in my mind and couldn’t forget Miss Clay and Bailey.

Which the “Four” make sure to text me all the time to just “check-up” on me, so cute.

It was comically cute while we shopped for a new phone, taking selfies with each one so they had their own picture saved with their numbers, after Chris got all pouty when he saw my personalized contact photos with Miss Clay and Bailey.

“So, what’s the travel schedule this week?” Laughing lightly, sliding out of bed with my ripped “Big and Sexy” shirt and lacy boy short panties, stretching out my relaxed muscles.

Randi was like another girl stuck in a man’s body with his ripped muscles that could make any girl drool, but he liked the “swinging dick” as he put it, so strutting around the house in my panties and braless was just a typical day.

“Oh, you know, Milan, Tokyo, Dubai. The normal flight schedule with overseas stops in New York, Miami, and Houston.” Looking over my shoulder with a perked brow, knowing he still had a chip on his shoulder with Bain and the disrespectful things he said about me.

“Don’t worry. I’m not in Houston long enough to pay the “Ex” a visit, which I should but I won’t unless he crosses a line that shouldn’t be crossed.” Nodding to his nonchalant pose as he stared at the ceiling, tapping his foot playfully to the radio playing “Radio Ga-Ga” by Queen.

“I’m not worried about it. Only the school and select few have my new number. I plan to keep it like that. Now, shoo! So, I can shower and get ready.” Tapping his forehead with my finger as he looked up at me with those unique green eyes with red flecks.

“You know, if people didn’t know me around here, they would think I hit the “Jackpot” with your sexiness and cute attitude.” Winking at me playfully as he smacked my other cheek before jumping up from the bed, missing my retaliation smack as he slipped down the hallway with a triumphant laugh.

“TOO SLOW!” He laughed loudly with the soft aroma of French roast wafting through the open door as I stood at the door frame with crossed arms.

“THAT’S WHAT “HE” SAID!” Laughing at his dramatic gasp as he leaned past the kitchen door with a devilish smirk.

“TU SHEA! Tu Shea my little “E”.” Winking at me as I slipped back into my room, kicking the door shut with a soft foot as the shower called to me.

Adjusting the shower to “Hell Water”, hitting play on my playlist bouncing to the beat of “You Don’t Know How It Feels” by Tom Petty as the hot water cascaded over my head into a waterfall along my body. Shaving and scrubbing with my hair foaming in a twisted bun, dancing and singing along with the music.

“Elias Calling. It’s Elias Calling.” Snapping my head over to the phone as his straight smile appeared on the screen, reaching out dripping water all over the screen as his heavy breath echoed over the speaker.

“Morning Elias.” Laughing lightly under the water as the acai berry shampoo washed into my mouth with a soft gag, spitting it out quickly.

“Morning, everything okay?” His sexy timbered voice sounded amused, smirking at the reserved nature of the beast.

“Yeah. Just a little shampoo in the mouth. What’s up?” Turning around, dropping my head back under the water hearing a soft growl as he cleared his throat.

What is with these men and their growls?

“Wait! Are you showering?” Roger chirped in excitedly, shaking my head in disbelief with a soft chuckle.

“Yeah. I’m getting ready to head into school for an early morning workout. Why?” Being a smartass, knowing “damn well” I was on speaker.

“Come over, and we’ll give you a workout.” Chris’ playful attitude echoed through the bathroom, dropping my soapy sponge as the tight ball of heat ached awake with a soft groan.

DAMN IT! Silently cursing the ache throbbing angrier as I bent down to pick up my sponge.

Several hollowed thuds and clanks, sounded through the speaker as incoherent grumbles and curses tickled my hearing.

“Chris!” Ben accosted loudly, causing a dark laugh to slip past my lips as I finished my shower before I got myself into trouble.

“So, it’s a group call.” Laughing out loud shutting off the water, while I wringed the water from my hair, twisting it up in a towel as I dried off.

“Well, the reason I “called” was our parents Twenty-sixth anniversary is this weekend, and we are having a party to celebrate. Mom is a big fan of the piano and we thought.” He paused sounding a little nervous towards the end, smiling brightly as I grabbed the phone.

“You thought, seeing that I am “so” talented I would play for her.” Finishing his train of thought, slipping on my black yoga capris, black cami tank and baggy red muscle shirt with an extra set of cloths packed in my bag.

“Yeah, exactly.” They all sounded chipper in response.

“I would love too. How many in attendance?” Braiding my locks into pigtails, slipping on my rainbow Sketchers with a soft smile.

Honored they would ask me to do this for an incredibly special occasion.

Remembering how they talked about their “Mom” and “Dad” with the most honorable respect, anyone would wish upon their parent.

“Close family mostly. So, about fifty.” Freezing in shock at how big their family was, sparking a nervous tingle to shiver up my spine never really playing for that many people.

I mean, I had played in front of the players and crowds during games, but that was different being in a large crowd. Whereas, I would be playing solo so no mistakes could be made.

“Okay. Any requests and can I practice before the party so I can hear the sound quality of the room?” Grabbing my phone from the counter after I brushed my teeth, rinsing with mouth wash before exiting my room.

“Yeah, Sure. How about Friday, one of us picks you up from the school after you’re done?” Ben’s sweet shyness made me all fluttery inside as Randi stood with a shit eating grin, sipping on his Deadpool mug.

“Bye, guys.” Laughing lightly as Randi licked his mug with a chaste kiss to Deadpool, wiggling his brows as the guys groaned lowly in refusal to hang up.

“Friday.” Elias sounded like he was scalding one of them as the phone clicked off, leaving me and Randi silently staring at one another as he dangled his keys in my face.

Leaning on to my left foot with my arms crossed as he jiggled the metallic keys with a mini “unicorn” keychain, questioning his motives.

“Don’t give me that “look”. You are licensed to drive, “Thanks to me” but besides, my co-assistant is picking me up so the “Evil Mini” is free.” He laughed darkly, tossing the keys with a quick flip of the wrist as the toaster popped with a crispy tick.

“Are you sure?” Asking in disbelief, knowing the mini was his baby with all the extra bells and whistles added to the standard package, which was a beginners version of a race car.

“Yeah. The school is like ten minutes from here, and the weather hasn’t been quiet receiving since you arrived.” His soft green orbs, looked over his lean shoulder hidden beneath the freshly pressed white dress shirt, tucked into those blue slacks held in place with his sparkly Deadpool buckle and black Italian leather belt.

Smiling at him as he caught my forward lunge, burying my nose into his fresh Gio Armani “Acqua di Gio” scented shirt hugging him like the brother I never had with a weird twist of a hidden sister. Leaning back as he gently kissed my forehead with a clean-shaven jawline, highlighted by the single diamond stud in his left earlobe.

“House rules: Don’t burn the place down and have fun.” He pecked my cheek quickly as a sharp horn blast sounded from the street.