Page 93 of Surviving in Everton

“No idea. They won’t tell me!” I huff.

All three moms chuckle at my expense. “I’m sure you’ll have fun no matter where they take you.” Mom nudges my arm with her elbow.

“Mom! We arenottalking about that!” I shake my head wildly as the moms burst out laughing.

“Oh, no, you’ve embarrassed her, Elaine!” Momma H. pats my hand as she walks by.

I’m saved any further talk on the matter by the front door opening and the sound of Logan and Violet’s excited voices. They walk into the kitchen, followed by Declan, who comes straight over to me and kisses me like he hasn’t seen me in weeks instead of the mere hours he’s been at work for.

“Hi, Mommy! When are you leaving?” Violet’s chipper voice pulls me out of the daze Declan’s kiss put me in.

“Just as soon as I’m convinced you’ll be okay without me… so maybe never.” I shrug, trying to hide the truth in that statement. Unfortunately it doesn’t work.

“What’s the matter, Mommy? Don’t you trust Nana? I’ll be good! You don’t have to worry,” Violet attempts to reassure me with her big puppy dog eyes.

“They’ll be fine,A Stor. Marjorie and Alice watch Logan all of the time. Trust me. Besides, we’ve got big plans for you, so we need to get going. Let them have their ‘grandma spoils the grandkids’ time,” Declan teases.

“Fiiine. Come give me a hug, then I’ll let you get to your slumber party. Oh! That reminds me! You’re going to be spending the weekend in your playhouse. So when you go in, you’ll have to tell it to accommodate the adults. That way everyone can sleep comfortably,” I tell Violet.

“Okay, Mommy!” She runs over and throws her arms around me. “Have fun! Love you!” Then she’s off.

“Well, I can tell when I’m not wanted. Y’all have fun. Don’t feed them too many sweets please. Make sure they brush their teeth. And don’t let them stay up all night,” I lecture them.

“Come on,A Stor, we’re gonna be late. Goodbye ladies! Have fun!” Declan calls back as he drags me to the door.

The moms’ answering laughter fades the further away we get. Finally giving in, I walk with him to his car, getting in when he opens the door for me. When he’s buckled up and we’re finally backing out of my driveway, I start the questions again.

“Where are we going?”

“You know I’m not telling you that,A Stor. Why keep asking? We’ll be there soon and then you’ll know. Don’t you like surprises?” He cocks a brow as he glances at me.

“Ugh. Yes! But I don’t like not knowing either. It’s a very confusing situation for me.”

“It feels that way. I’m sorry, Rowe. I didn’t realize this would be so difficult for you. We’ll be there soon though and then you can stop stressing.”

A few minutes later we pull up to the guys’ house. “Thisis the surprise?! Are you kidding me?!?”

He doesn’t even answer. Just rolls his eyes and gets out of the car, opening my door and pulling me out when I stubbornly refuse to move. The front door opens before we reach it and Nate walks out.

“What’s taking so long?” he barks.

“She thinks this is the surprise and is being a brat,” Declan tattles on me.

“Oh, is she now? You know brats get spankings, Kitten. Is that what you want tonight? To be disciplined? I thought tonight was supposed to be a celebration. But if we have to start with a punishment before we can move on to the morepleasurablepart of the evening, so be it.”

A shiver runs through me at the thought of being over his knee again. Licking my lips, I think back to the first time he spanked me. I must zone out because masculine laughter brings me out of the memory. Shaking my head to clear it of the lust the memory brought on, I glare at the guys.

“I don’t think you’ll be hearing any complaints from her about that one, Nate.”

“Definitely not. I felt that surge of arousal. I know what my Kitten needs. And I’ll give it to her once we get to where we’re going.”

“Wait. We’re not staying here?”

“Of course not,” Nate scoffs. “Now get your cute little ass in the house!” he demands, smacking said ass.

Jumping with a squeal, I run into the house, away from Mr. Grabby hands, and straight into Hudson.

“Oh, good! You’re here! Let’s go!” He grabs my hand and drags me further into the house, leading me to the living room.

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