The Watchmen

Elicia:

“Chicken or Steak, ladies?” He hummed the words as his hands waved in a flowy display of grandeur.

“Chicken please.” Smiling at his larger-than-life smile as he quickly prepped our meals, placing them down with a playful bow as he handed over our silverware.

“And to drink?” He winked at me, pointing to the empty glass lingering softly with the woodsy bouquet of whisky.

“I’ll have another whiskey and Elicia will have another coke, please Randi.” Eve winked at Randi as his eyes glimmered brightly with a strange red hue mixed with a soft green.

“Yes, Mama Eve.” Randi chuckled softly as Eve swatted playfully at his muscular arm, handing over two whiskeys and cokes, prancing away before anything could be said.

“Why did he call you “Mama Eve”?” Leaning over to ask her quietly, looking around the cabin at the elegantly dressed passengers against my torn skinny jeans, black gladiator sandals and Black Sabbath t-shirt with a blue tank peeking from the slits cut into the fabric.

“Oh, Randi. He’s a family friend that showed up to my door years ago looking for a little guidance.” Eve smiled softly as she placed a delicate bite of chicken into her mouth with a soft hum.

Not wasting anytime as the buttery garlic, erupted in a full-flavor overload as the tender chicken mixed nicely with the whiskey that still laced my tongue.

Silently enjoying our meal as the vast blue ocean, blanketed the earth below as the white fluffs of clouds danced beautifully over the horizon. Laughing softly as Randi approached with his cart, collecting our trays as he whispered something to Eve, causing her to laugh lightly.

“Randi, behave. She’s innocent.” Eve winked at me playfully, feeling my face erupt into a fiery blush as Randi kissed my knuckles with a playfully purr.

His blue slacks hugged dangerously against his muscular physique as his white button-up dress shirt failed at hiding his well-defined torso, standing with that muscular hand draped along the headrest.

“How do you know I am “innocent”?” Laughing at her perked brow as Randi’s soft green eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, licking those plump pink lips that sat gently against his sun kissed skin.

“I have my ways.” She shooed Randi away with a heavy sigh as she leaned over, motioning to me to come closer.

“Randi’s gay, but he wanted to know if he could show you around in London.” She leaned back, closing her eyes softly as her face relaxed in a soft humming.

“Well, that would be nice seeing that this is all new to me, but I couldn’t impose like that.” Leaning back, sliding the window shade down as the plane banked against the setting sun.

“Pleasure would be all mine.” Randi spooked me from my quiet pose as he stood in the aisle next to Eve with his fists resting on his hips, popping a playful wink.

“Are you sure? I was just going to go straight to the apartment provided.” Noticing Eve was napping peacefully with her hands tucked gently against her waist.

“Non-sense. Just wait for me at the luggage claims and I will make sure your first night in London is one to remember.” Randi handed me a sticky with his number and a smiley with its tongue sticking out as he went back to tending the passengers, nestling back into the chair for a nap before landing.

~~

“Kitten.” A deep timbered voice called to me, floating through the swirling fog with a heavenly scent of Christmas licking darkly against my tingling flesh.

Gasping in shock as my trembling body was plucked from the swirling fog, strapped down to a cloud-like bed as four “Muscular Gods” paced around the swirling fog with glowing amber hazel eyes.

“OH GOD!” Gasping between my trembling lips as eight muscular hands, reached from the dense fog, massaging and caressing every inch of my blazing skin into an avalanche of moaning curses.

“Such a “Temptress”.” Another timbered voice spoke smoothly from the swirling fog as my body jolted and shook with each rushing caress as my core melted into a vast ocean of burning desire and lust.

“What do you “desire”?” Another timbered voice sliced through the rushing electricity as my body rocketed back into the fog, reaching, yearning for the warmth that evaded my body as it plunged faster through the swirling darkness.

“Bye, Lassie.” A fourth voice spoke almost shyly as my body jolted awake, clenching my thighs together, panting erratically as the “fasten seat belt” dinged loudly, dropping my head back against the seat.

I’m losing my “ever loving mind”, dreaming about “four” men.

No, not men. “Sex Gods” or even “Masters of Pleasure and Pain”.

Oh, MY God! Elicia, you need to lay off the books for a while, especially that E. Dark.

I can’t help it! There’s something about her books that short-circuit my brain function, and know I am dreaming about “four hunks of muscles” devouring my body.

~~

Freshening up, while Randi changed into his “normal” cloths before we embarked on our journey into the gorgeous landscape of London.

“Elicia, you ready girly?” His playful banter filled the quiet bathroom as I tussled my flattened locks back to life with a few finger strokes, adding my final touch of gloss to highlight my natural rose-tinted lips.

I wasn’t anything spectacular at 5’6 with a little extra curve, emphasized by the black club dress that refused to stay mid-thigh as I strutted out the bathroom with my duffle and hiking bag strapped firmly to my shoulders.

“DAMN! Look at you all “Miss Thang”.” Randi hooted playfully, snapping his fingers in a Diva attitude dressed in a black button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and dark stone washed jeans with a pair of black suede loafers.

If only he was not “Gay”.

Easy Elicia, you have been single for not even a day and your ready to jump his bones.

“Well, your text said, “Club S” so club it is.” Laughing back at him as we made our way through the parking lot to a black Mini Cooper with a British Flag painted on the roof.

“I know, typical British car.” He scoffed loudly as he tossed our bags into the hatch, jumping in with an energetic vibe as the mini fired to life.

And I thought American drivers were crazy.

Randi raced through the booming city, honking his horn like a “Mad Man” screaming in a horrible British accent as we finally pulled-up to the club “Subcinctus” with a monstrous line, snaking along the building front.

Silently laughing at the name “Subcinctus” meaning “shifter” in Latin.

How poetic! Rolling my eyes playfully.

Laughing darkly as Randi jumped out, running around the car to open my door with his stone washed jeans, flexing against his leg muscles and that black dress shirt hugging for dear life against his torso as he high fived the bouncer in passing.

“I take it you’re a regular?” Laughing darkly as the lights flashed in a dark harmony with the thumping bass, following Randi through the bustling crowd of sweaty intoxicated bodies.

“London is my second “home”.” He smiled brightly as he leaned over the bar high fiving a muscular, dark haired male with dark chestnut eyes as he held up two fingers in a silent command.

“Stick with me.” He spoke into my ear as the bartender slid over two tall glasses of neon blue liquid that smelled like blue raspberry and vodka.

“Blue Breeze.” Randi smiled with a sultry wink as he sipped the drink, scanning the club with a predatory gaze.

Tasting the sweet burst of blue raspberry mixed heavily with the distilled vodka as Randi grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd towards the thumping bass as my body swayed naturally to the rhythm. Twirling in laughter as the crowd roared to life with the rhythmic beats, while Randi swayed and held firmly to my waist.

The vodka mixing with the whiskey from the flight as the lights increased the euphoric sensation that coursed through my body, throwing my hands high as the DJ cranked the bass higher. Hair flying in all directions, hands fisting the hot sticky air as our bodies erupted into a frenzied battle of alcohol induced heat.

“I need another.” Leaning back to Randi, holding up my empty drink as he spun me around quickly, snaking through the flowing crowd as hands grazed along my body with fiery snaps of electricity.

Looking over my shoulder as the lights played dangerously against the crowd, feeling like I was being watched as the little hairs along my body became alerted.

Bumping into Randi’s back as he stopped to talk with a well-defined hunk with gorgeous amber hazel eyes and dark reddish locks in a tight fade with a sexy tight-lined beard that was cut short.

“Elias.” Was all I could hear over the thumping bass as they shared a weird stare down, slipping past them to the bar to refill my drink that was calling my name.

“Five Hours” by Deorro thumped seductively against my burning flesh as the bartender slid my refreshed drink back into my hand, sipping the sweet alcohol as fiery snaps of electricity rolled along my spine.

Snapping around as Elias and Randi stood on opposite sides of me, looking like some heated argument was being shared between the two. Gingerly sipping my fruity drink as my body ached to release all the frustration from today as three identical hunks appeared behind Elias and Randi’s stare down.

Oh, Lort! Forgive me for I have sinned…Badly!

An avalanche of Frasier fir, warm cider, cinnamon, and nutmeg rushed through my body, reveling in the fact it smelt like a warm cottage on Christmas, which was my favorite time of year.

Each one looked exactly alike with muscular builds, dark reddish locks that enhanced their tight, chiseled facial features with soft pointed noses over plump pink lips that screamed to be kissed over and over. Colorful works of art, graced those delicious forearms with half-rolled sleeves at the elbows, sporting custom watches that paired nicely with their detailed artworks of colors.

Involuntarily licking my lips, tasting Christmas mix with the fruity after taste of the blue raspberry and vodka.

Shivering in an alcohol induced haze as those ambered hazel orbs, stared at me like I was a gourmet feast waiting to be tasted. Turning sharply to the bartender, pointing to my already empty glass as he quickly looked behind me with a strange flash of crimson across his eyes.

Nodding firmly, grabbing my glass with a quick hand returning it with a soft smile before he disappeared back into the flashing lights that danced wildly along the bar.

“Excuse me.” Laughing lightly as the music thumped to “Freaks” by Timmy Trumpet & Savage, throwing my hands up as my hips rolled and swayed to the bass, feeling the world wash away with each beat.

Tossing my ombre locks around as the lights swirled and danced along my body, feeling my body quiver in euphoria as the bass grew louder against my sweating flesh.

“Elicia.” Randi leaned next to my ear, spooking me as his hands grinded along my hips.

“Who were those guys?” Shouting slightly over the bass as his body followed the natural flow of my rhythm, popping and grinding against each other.

“The Watchmen” but don’t worry about them.” He laughed against my ear as our bodies melted into a drunken haze of bass induced euphoria.

Forgetting about Bain and Krystal, and my lonely life back in Texas.