Page 71 of Buckle Up, Buttercup

“Food fight!” Petra shouts.

Elena and Bill bark for everyone to stop, but their warnings are lost in the chaos.

Jack hollers to high heaven and grabs a tray of bread rolls, dropping one in Jasper’s water. When it splashes over the side and onto his book, Jasper snarls at his twin.

Elena nudges Petra. “Come with me a second, honey. I got something to even up this fight.”

Petra whoops and follows Elena out of the room.

I push my spade inside Bluebell’s jeans, reaching beneath the table to pull her right knee out, giving myself space to tease her. She jerks a second time when I touch her pussy with my spade, rubbing it up and down with quiet, low vibrations. She rocks her hips, once, twice, then grabs a bread roll and stuffs it in her mouth, moaning softly.

A dinner roll flies past my head. I duck and slide my tail lower, curling it into a cone and slipping the tip inside her pussy. She grips the edge of the table, knuckles going white as she coats me in slick honey.

Smiling, I grab a tray of lasagna and offer it to her with a smile. “Want more, Bluebell?” My smile is teasing.

“Fuck yes,” she says softly, cheeks dark pink and mouth dropped open.

I set the lasagna down and cut another piece as I fuck her slowly, quietly with my spade. It’s so hot, doing this when we shouldn’t. After cutting another piece of lasagna, I slide it onto her plate and top it with shredded parmesan.

She grabs her fork but grips it so hard, I think it might bend in half. Stabbing the fork in, she spears a huge piece and stuffs it into her mouth.

“Bluebell, honey, are you alright?” Her father’s brows lift as he stares at Bluebell from across the table.

I don’t stop my delicious, entirely inappropriate movements, angling my spade so I can fuck her and rub her clit at the same time.

“Just, mmph, hungry,” Bluebell mutters around a mouthful of dinner. “Lasagna’s my fave, you know.”

“Okay, sweetheart, just slow down so you don’t choke,” Bill warns.

Bluebell’s thighs quiver as she starts to tighten around my tail. She’s gonna come all over the place, and nothing could please me more than for that to happen. I’m thankful human senses aren’t anywhere near as good as monsters’. Nobody will know what’s going on.

Bliss hits her, and she reaches beneath the table and grabs my tail, squeezing it so hard, I nearly come from the dominance of the move. As she shatters around me, I force another bite of lasagna, struggling to hold an impending orgasm at bay. Everything about her pleasure sparks mine. She flutters chaotically around me until ecstasy fades, then she slumps in the chair and picks at her lasagna.

Nobody seems to have noticed a thing. The Jays are still arguing and Elena and Petra haven’t returned. Next to me, Bluebell’s a soaked mess, leaking sweet honey all over my tail. After withdrawing it carefully from her channel, I move it back to my thigh and wrap it around. I’d love nothing better than to suck her off my skin, but that’s going too far.

Still, a dark, deviant part of my gargoyle nature is half considering doing it.

“You get enough to eat, Hadrian?” Elena asks as she returns.

I grin at her. “I’ll eat anything you make, Mama Tucker. You know that. Seconds. Thirds. Not sure I can ever get enough.”

Bluebell makes a choked sound as I beam at her mother. Oh, yes, a little deviance is suiting me just fine.

Elena turns to Jace, tucking his hair behind his ear as she asks him something about his day.

Bluebell leans close to me. “You for real right now?”

I give her a saucy look. “No idea what you’re talking about. Wanna enlighten me?”

Growling, she reaches down and carefully and quietly zips up her jeans. Then she grabs my plate and hers and heads for the kitchen.

“He might not’ve been done, Bloob,” Jasper shouts at her retreating back.

“Oh, he’s done!” she shouts back.

He gives me a quizzical look, but I just shrug and keep smiling. I can’t say what I want to say.

Just then, Petra swoops back into the room with two water pistols and starts shooting all three Jays. Chaos erupts as they scramble to get outta her way. Jace rolls his eyes and ducks beneath the table. The twins jump up and dash from the dining room with my sister hot on their tails.