Brooklyn ~91~

                                    

                                          
WARNING: nipple clamps, oral, slight masturbation (female), CNC, 
I jumped onto Callan's back, smiling from ear to ear. There were only a few days left until Christmas, and I was over the moon excited. I had already bought Callan all of his gifts and wrapped them, hiding them under my bed. Zachary's gifts were almost complete, but there were a few left. 
I had no idea what to buy for Atticus. The man kept to himself all the time, and it was impossible for me to think of what to get him. I already bought him a watch since I catch him glancing at his wrist when someone asks him for the time. 
He didn't want to admit it, but Ash was growing on him. One evening I caught her fast asleep in the crook of his neck while he napped. He was also fattening her up. Every time she meowed, he'd feed her. 
"What are you doing, weirdo?" Callan chuckled, walking into the kitchen and letting me sit on the counter. Atticus was elbow-deep in batter, his gaze focused on the mixture in the bowl. I liked watching him cook or bake. He was a whole different person.
"I'm bored. I want to do something fun." I sigh, popping my joints and swaying side to side, thinking of everything we could do. 
"We can all hit the movie-" He starts, but I cut him off immediately, a chill running down my spine. 
"No. Anything but that." I say firmly, looking at him dead in the eye. In my peripheral vision, I see Atticus glance at me before returning to the batter. 
"The club?" Atticus suggested, his eyes still on the bowl he was mixing in. I furrow my brows and tilt my head, thinking. In my peripheral view, I see Ash run under the couch. 
"What would we do there?" I ask softly, forgetting what kind of club they owned for a moment. Callan looked at me with low eyes and a small smirk, his fingers dragging up my thighs.
"You." He whispers into my ear, kissing the shell of it softly. My skin flushes as it always does and I thin out my lips. He chuckles softly and kisses my pulse point before pulling away.
"Taste this." Atticus said, holding a spoon up to my lips. I part them and taste the zesty batter, nodding happily.
"It tastes good, what are you making?" I ask, wiping some of it off of my lip and sucking my thumb clean.
"No clue." He says nonchalantly, turning around and continuing his work. I snort and shake my head, reaching my hands out to Callan to get on his back again. He sighs and pulls me onto his back, walking out of the kitchen. I point to the places I want to go, grinning when he obeys.
Zachary came into view, walking out of his room. He was shirtless and his hair was wet. He looked so hot he almost burned my clothes off. I point at him and Callan shakes his head, walking over and letting me climb onto Zachary's back. He jumped a little at the sudden mounting.
"What are you doing, monkey?" He chuckles, grabbing my thighs to keep me supported. I wrap my arms around his neck and smile.
"She's yours now. Good luck." Callan sighs, kissing my cheek before walking away. I feel Zachary adjust me, pulling me to his side and then his front. I nearly fell off once or twice but I'm still on so it's a win.
"What's up, sweetheart?" He asks softly, walking back into his room while kissing my cheek softly. "What trouble are you causing now?"
"I'm no trouble at all." I smile innocently, making him snort. He kisses my neck softly, laying me on the bed and cuddling into me. I ran my nails over his back, enjoying the soft noises he made.
"You're so cold." He murmurs, rubbing his hand up and down my arm to warm me up. I shrug softly, not feeling any chills. He whispers something against my neck before pushing himself up, kissing my throat, and moving down to my collarbone.