Page 91 of Easy Out

“It’s not really my story to tell. I don’t know why you need to know anyway.” Lauren and I have had several late-night conversations about her life in foster care. The different families she lived with and what it was like living in the group home.

Lauren was lucky. While she went to bed hungry more times than she should have and she may not have felt the love she deserved, she wasn’t abused. At least not physically.

“You’re right, I don’t.” Enzo stares at the drink in his hand. “You’re happy though? You make each other happy?”

“Yeah, man. We’re happy.” The words ‘I love her’ almost slip past my lips but I’ll be damned if I tell my boys before I tell her. Enzo nods the same time the door to Sydney’s room opens.

One by one the girls begin to file out of the room starting with Wren.

“Hello Lass,” Wyatt says in a terrible Scottish accent. “What are you dressed up as?” Wren has on high-waisted dress slacks, a blouse, and a blazer.

She pushes her glasses up where they’ve slipped down her nose. “I’m not wearing a costume.” Wyatt’s mouth opens and closes like a fish. Yeah buddy, I don’t think you can get yourself out of that one.

Charlie exits the room next. Her costume consists of a green bodysuit with ivy vines wrapped around her arms and torso. I have no idea who she is supposed to be, but it has Wyatt drooling.

“Lass,” he says and kisses Charlie’s hand making her giggle.

There is chatter coming from Syd’s room. I can barely make out the conversation. Koa, Enzo, and I stand up and wait for Lauren and Sydney to come out.

“You go. I need to do one more thing,” Syd says from behind the door somewhere.

“I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this. I am going to kill you. Sleep with one eye open Syd,” Lauren warns.

“It was your idea.”

“I was joking.”

“Well, you look amazing. Hart is going to eat you up. Go out there. I’ll be right behind you.”

Lauren walks out of Syd’s room and all the air gets siphoned from my lungs. Mierda. Mi brujita, has figured me out and she looks fucking amazing. She pulls on her short skirt hoping it will cover more of her ass. It doesn’t.

Lauren stops in front of me and then inclines her head towards her room when she realizes everyone is waiting for one of us to do or say something.

“You aren’t going to let her wear that in public, are you?” Enzo asks when I pass him to follow Lauren into her room.

Do I want every guy at The Armory staring at my girl? No. Am I going to tell her what to do? Also no.

“Lauren can make her own decisions.” Enzo scoffs. “Do you want to tell me the real reason you are so interested in my girlfriend?” I ask, pushing my chest into his. He stares me down for a moment with his nostrils flaring before he walks away, checking my shoulder as he goes.

“Everything okay?” Lauren stands from her bed when I enter her room. Her hands fidget in front of her.

I know we joked around the other day about her wearing a sexy costume, but I didn’t expect this. I am an expert in control. It’s how I’ve managed my speech over the years. Deep breaths and controlled movements.

It’s the way I operate on the baseball field too.

But I’m also a man. There is something about Lauren that snaps every ounce of my restraint.

“Cariño.“ I walk up to her, and my hands immediately gravitate toward her bare legs and lush hips. “You look incredible. Es muy bonita. Tell me. Are you a good brujita or a bad one?” I ask pushing a hand under her tiny skirt.

She has tiny bike shorts on. Something I should be happy about, but I find frustrating at the moment. I slide my hands under the thin fabric and massage the plush bottom.

Lauren wraps her arms around my neck and smashes her body against mine. “Do you like my costume, Hart?” Her warm breath heats the side of my neck.

I take a step back and pull her arms off my neck. Holding one of her arms up, I spin her around slowly. The top part of her dress is a corset and pushes her tits up in a way I didn’t know was possible.

Lauren’s hair is down, styled in waves, and secured off her face with a black headband. It has a tiny witch hat glued to the side. Her makeup is bold with black eyeshadow and brown blush making her cheek bones sharp. Her lips are a bright red that I would love to see smeared all over my dick.

“Mi brujita is the sexiest little witch." I can’t stop myself from nibling and kissing her neck.

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