“Jackson would know all about the kitchen,” Spike chuckles, then turns to Ciara. “Make sure you wipe those doors clean, baby.”

Her nose crinkles and she gasps, “What the hell did Jackson do in my kitchen?”

Serenity puts her face in her hands and groans.

“Oh,” Spike grins. “I walked in earlier to missy here,” he points to Serenity, “On her knees givin’ Jackson what for.”

“Ew!” Addison cries, cupping her hands over her ears. “That’s so wrong.”

“Says the one who screamed to the high heaven’s behind the shed earlier,” I point out.

She pokes her tongue out at me and I laugh.

“Way to go buddy,” Cade says to Jackson.

“Seriously, ugh,” Serenity says, still not lifting her head. “You guys are wrong!”

“Coming from the one on her knees,” Spike points out.

“I’ll hurt you, Spike,” she says, lifting her face from her hands and glaring at him.

“Bring it on, baby!”

Ciara rolls her eyes and turns to her man. “Stop taunting everyone and carve the turkey.”

He winks at her. “No problems, baby.”

He stands, his big body looming over that poor turkey. He shoves the knife right in the middle and we all groan. Typical Spike. He does however, correct himself after his little murderous moment, and begins carving. The smell is divine, and my stomach grumbles.

“You feel like you’re missin’ out, baby?” Muff whispers in my ear, causing shivers to run down my body.

“Not at all,” I gasp as his hand slides up my thigh.

“Can’t put my cock inside you, but I can give you something to make your thanksgiving memorable.”

Oh my.

“I’m sure you can,” I breathe. “But we’re about to eat and I’m sure people don’t want me crying out your name before dinner.”

He takes my face in his hands and turns it towards him. His eyes are sparkling with lust and I can’t help but shift my chair closer to his. He leans across and kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine.

“Ew, you two!” Addison cries. “I’m trying to eat.”

Muff chuckles and pulls back. Serenity passes me the potatoes and I quickly take them, feeling my cheeks heating. I serve them up before shoving them towards Muff, who is still grinning at me. When dinner is served, we all dig in, starving.

“You did a great job,” I say to Ciara.

She nods, her mouth full. She gives me the thumbs up before turning back to her plate. Pregnant women – they can eat.

“So, J, how’s the job going?” Jackson asks me as Muff’s hand slides up my leg again. He wouldn’t, would he?

“It’s great, Jack’s, thanks for asking,” I say, smiling.

“Your boss bein’ kind to you?”

“After your little visit, yes,” I laugh.

I picked up a part time job at the local bar recently, needing to get some free time to myself. My boss was an asshole and was making my life a living hell. I hated the job before I even got through the first week. I came home in tears one afternoon, and after telling the guys why, they paid my boss a little visit. He’s been sweet as pie since.

“You know us,” Jack’s grins. “Our girls don’t cop shit from no one.”

I chuckle but it’s cut off mid way through when Muff’s fingers dive beneath my panties. I begin choking on the piece of bread I had just put into my mouth.

“Whoa there, you all right?” Cade asks.

“Fine,” I croak out, glaring at Muff.

He grins at me, but his fingers do not leave my now heating depths. God damn him. He slides his finger up my clit and I try very hard to focus on the meal in front of me.

“Does that old, scary dude still come in?” Addison asks me.

I’m biting my lip so hard it begins to burn. I look up at her, trying to keep my face as normal as possible. “Uh,” I say. “No.”

“He was super creepy,” Ciara says, oblivious to the fact that Muff is rubbing my clit so hard I can hardly contain my moans.

“Totally,” Addison says. “Remember how he hit on you that night, J?”

“Mmmmhmmm,” I manage.

Oh god, it feels so good. So good.

They continue talking around me, but my entire world is shutting down. I’m trying not to moan, trying not to squirm, but my orgasm is building harder and faster, bringing me to heights I never thought possible with this many people around. Muff flicks my clit and I drop my head into my hands, trying not to scream with pleasure.

“You okay?” Ciara asks.

“Yes,” I say, my voice breathy. “I think I ate too much.”

“Oh, me too!”

So close, so fucking close. I look up again, trying to gather myself, only to see Spike grinning at me. He winks and I want to die. He knows, he fucking knows, that inquisitive little shit. I glare at him, which only makes him grin bigger. Asshole. I look away, feeling my cheeks heat. I can’t come now that he knows, I can’t, I...oh god...Muff’s pinching my clit, sending little bolts of pleasure right up into my womb.

I can come, I can and I’m going to. Fuck I’m going to.

I drop my head in my hands as my entire body shudders. I try to cough to cover it but that merely sounds like a pathetic, crackly moan. Oh god. Yes. Muff rubs every last shudder from me before slipping his fingers from my panties. I lift my head, my cheeks warm, and I’m thankful to see everyone is still talking. Spike isn’t though, he’s laughing softly to himself.