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“Help me out, babe. I can’t reach.”
It’s no easier for me, but I do my best to reach down between my legs to my clit. At the slightest brush of my fingertips against the sensitive nub, I’m set off like a rocket. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids as I tense all around him. I’m vaguely aware of Trigger’s panting from behind me.
I feel Trigger hurriedly pull out of me and then the warmth of his come as it splashes against my ass. I snicker at the groans coming from him as he uses his free hand to massage his come into my skin.
After cleaning my ass up with a warm washcloth, Trigger situates my pillows and resituates them again until I am comfortable enough to relax.
“Mmm, thank you,” I say, my tone warm and relaxed.
He lets out a chuckle as he tucks my upper body into his chest. “You’re welcome, babe. I love you.”
I smile with my eyes closed, letting the exhaustion pull me under, but not before I’m able to respond, “I love you too.”
* * *
Lilah is a fucking genius. Standing in my closet in front of the full length mirror, I admire the handmade costume she gifted me. The pale gray, floor length dress hangs loosely, but not loose enough to look frumpy, around my round belly. She even made me a purse that looks like a dragon's egg. The silver cuffs hug my upper arms and the wig Maria found for me finishes off the costume perfectly.
Trigger enters the closest behind me and a wide smile pulls at my cheeks. “I love the blue stripes.”
“Flame did a pretty good job, huh?” Trigger agrees, looking down at the bright blue stripes painted along his shoulders.
“We’re definitely winning the costume contest,” I say, confidently.
“You’re sexy as fuck as a blonde, babe, but please don’t ever get rid of your red hair.”
Trigger comes all the way into the closet, and wraps his arms around my waist. I lean up and return his kiss. “Are you ready to go?” he asks.
“Yep. I just need to grab the coats to finish our costumes.”
Once downstairs, I pull a mid-calf length white fur coat out for me and hand him a black, distressed fur coat.
Trigger lets out a loud laugh as I hand it to him. “I didn’t think it was a real fur coat.”
“Don’t ever underestimate Lilah’s costume abilities.”
He shakes his head back and forth. “I can see that.”
Henry and I spent some time this week getting him used to wearing his dragon headpiece, and I squeal in delight as he lets me clip it on with ease once again.
We load in the truck and head to the clubhouse, getting there at the same time as Winnie and Bull.
“Glad to have you home, brother,” Trigger says to Bull, pulling him in with the handshake, slap hug that men do.
As soon as Bull got back to Japan a few weeks ago, he had a pretty bad health scare. Everything checked out okay, and I’m not too sure of all of the details, but I know whatever happened got him medically discharged from the military for good. Now he’s back home forever.
“Oh my God! I love your costumes!” Winnie shrieks excitedly.
“I love yours!” I laugh at her Winnie the Pooh costume, her bursting belly sticking out of the bottom of her red shirt. She has her hair up in two buns at the top of her head to look like Pooh’s ears. Bull has a bright yellow shirt on with blue shorts, and I stifle a giggle at the red balloon tied to a string connected to his belt loop.
“You make a very cute Christopher Robin, Bologna,” I giggle.
“I told him he didn’t have to match me. He could have come as something much manlier,” Winnie laughs.
“I don’t mind it,” Bull shrugs.
I always get so excited to see everyone's costumes each year. Once inside, I spend the first thirty minutes just admiring the costume choices. Ghost is dressed as the grim reaper, scythe and all. Lilah and Ringer played off of his club name. He’s dressed as an MMA fighter and she’s wearing next to nothing carrying around a sign just like the ring girls do at the matches. Brenna and Flame make the best Playboy Bunny and Hugh Hefner.
“Miss Heather!” a little voice calls from behind me. I turn and find Emery dressed as a ghost. Her costume is obviously homemade from at least five rolls of white tulle, which covers her from her neck to her feet. Eyes and a mouth are cut out from what looks like black felt and secured on her belly. Her red hair is pulled back in buns on her head with black ribbon tied into bows.
