Page 83 of A Murderous Crow
Synister cocked his head ever so slightly and I put my arm around Savannah pulling her into my side with a slight nod.
“Club ride to the club house after dinner!” Synister boomed, and the rest of the table fell silent and looked to our president.
“Hua!” the men chorused, which stood for ‘heard, acknowledged, and understood.’ Something several had brought back with them from their military service and had handed to the rest of us.
He’d been so loud, I was sure Torment had heard all the way in the kitchen.
Savannah looked at me curiously, and I smiled down at her, realizing that sitting I was several inches taller, which just meant my girl was all leg – which I definitely appreciated. Especially when they were wrapped around me.
Dinner was a lovely affair; Torment really outdoing himself, as always. Most of it was spent talking and getting to know Savannah, who I had told to just be her real self. It turned out, that my little bright-eyed kitten had a lot in common with Madisyn’s best friend, Valory.
They got onto the topic of fashion and that took up a good portion of the evening with even Madisyn, Lainey, and Lorelai at a loss for words when it came to the designer names and years being tossed back and forth between them.
“I just thought you had a love for semi-vintage fashion,” Valory said at one point.
“Ah, sort of,” Savannah laughed nervously. “Just turns out I was poor, and trying to fit in… yay me…” she sounded meek and embarrassed and it was Synister who laughed.
“You certainly fit right in like you were born to it, if Corvus’ bitching about you is any indication.”
“That wasbefore,” I argued jovially, and Syn winked at her.
“Never let up on him in the real estate arena, it’s fun to watch him squirm,” he told her.
She laughed and said, “We have a deal, we argue about work at work and at home – but we never argue about home anywherebuthome.”
“It’s a good rule,” Haint toasted her with his glass and took a good-sized draught of the wine in it.
As soon as dinner was concluded, and the table was cleared, most of the dishes handled to the point a load was going in the dishwasher, and another waited at least rinsed in the sinks, we departed.
It was full dark now, and I needed that – ready for the games to begin and to work off some of that rich meal.
We arrived at the club and lined out the front with our bikes, heading inside. I’d quietly asked that the women be excluded for this set of games, and Hangman gently led Lorelai off to their house at the end of the street, just inside Bonaventure’s gates.
I’d taken the time to quietly inform the guys of my plans while the girls and Synister had gone to take Savannah on a short and private tour of the Manse, where I guess she had filled their ears with her enthusiastic knowledge of history and early turn of the century architecture.
We’d left Mini-Syn, Valory, and Lainey at the Manse while Hangman had brought Lorelai to tuck her in at home, andI’d brought Savannah to be the evening’s entertainment and to initiate her into life as my woman.
I took the opportunity to take her aside now, and fill her in on my expectations.
“What is it?” she asked, curiously as I closed the door behind us, sealing us into the downstairs room she’d given me thatincredibleblowjob in just a few weeks back.
“I want to play a game with you and the guys tonight, but only if you’re willing to be my dirty girl for me.”
Her cheeks rosy with wine and the ride over in the chilling evening air as summer finally gave way into fall, she stood stock still and murmured, “Go on.” I took it as a good sign she was willing to hear me out.
I explained what I wanted, and she listened, rapt, and said… “For real?”
“Too much?” I asked, and she grinned, shaking her head. “That honestly sounds likeso much fun!You’re sure that none of the others will uh, take liberties?” she asked.
“It’s as much to prove I trust them as I trust you,” I said, “If any of them push it, or go further than you’re comfortable with – we discuss after, and I handle it; how does that sound?”
“We’re talking just a kiss, maybe grab my ass or pinch what passes for my tits, right?” she asked; and it took me a minute to recover from laughing at the ‘what passes for her tits’ comment. She definitely made no illusion about her lack of anything bigger than an A or B cup.
She grinned at me, and I said, “Yeah, that sounds about right, of course, these kinds of games, they might opt to scare the shit out of you to up the ante, but it’s more of a haunted house thrill than anything. They’re getting their own set of rules.”
“Okay,” she drawled, a little uncertain about that one. “I’m in – butwhereare we going to do this?” she asked.
“Bonaventure,” I said plainly. “We have access.”
