"I'm going to let him wham bam me," I tell her. "And then I'll be on my way back to New York, where I belong."
"I thought you'd say that," she says, with a grin. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do… with my husband who is out of town, and so I can't, of course."
"Oh, I think I probably will," I tell her, as I think about Larson's hands all over me on the dance floor. How he tried to finger me right then and there. And how I should have let him.
I have a feeling I'm in for a night of pleasure beyond anything I've ever experienced, now that those crazy clowns are out of the picture and now that I'm not worrying myself about my one night stand's past.
What a crazy, scary, fun night it's been. I just have to hurry up and get to Larson so we have enough time to continue the fun part.
Chapter 11 – Larson
"Thanks again so much for saving the day," Brynn says, once we're in her hotel room. "Whitney's really grateful too, and she's got everything handled."
I wait for her to mention the cops or ask why I'd run off, but she doesn't. And I'm glad. Because that would ruin the mood.
"That's good," I say, pulling her close to me. "Because I want to handle you now."
I don't want to think about anything that happened before her. I don't want to talk. I'm not that kind of guy. I just want to fuck her.
Sure, she smells like autumn: freshly raked leaves mixing with the cool air under a full moon. And she's probably the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.
But she's also a fancy pants lawyer who hobnobs with fucking douchebag billionaires who give her VIP service at their fancy private house parties. And I'm a biker who runs from the law. So I just want to focus on tonight and all the things I want to do to her.
I grab her bare ass cheeks, hard, as I kiss her.
"I'm glad you're going to finally let me do what I wanted to do all night at the party," I say.
I place her hands up against the wall and shove my cock up against those red panties.
"You're such a fucking tease," I tell her, grinding against her bare ass. "But I knew you'd give me what I want."
I lift up her skirt and pull her thong to the side so that her entire pussy and ass are exposed to me. With my other hand I rip her blouse down so that her tits fall out and I pinch one of her nipples in between my fingers.
"You like this, don't you?" I ask her, as I begin taking my pants off and putting a condom on.
All the while I've got one hand on my cock, rubbing it all over her ass and around her pussy, teasing her like she teased me all night.
"Yes," she moans.
"You want my hard cock inside you, don't you?"
"Yes, please," she says, begging for it the same way she was at the party, when those pretty eyes of hers wouldn't leave mine while she sucked the lime that was in my hand.
I bend her over even more and spread her legs further apart. Now the head of my cock is right up against the opening of her pussy. I can feel and see how dripping wet she is for me.
I smack her ass once, twice, until she cries out in that way I was waiting for. The way that's something in between a moan and a whimper. The way that tells me just how ready for me she really is.
"Ouch," she says, and then, "Oh my God," as if she likes the pleasure mixed with the pain.
She wants me now just as much as I want her. I can tell.
I slide my cock into her pussy and she gasps.
"It's so big," she says, but I take my hand and cover her mouth.
"Let me do the talking," I tell her.
I don't need her to tell me what I already know: that my cock is huge. I need her to show me how much she enjoys what I do with it.
I pound it in and out of her until she starts to scream.
"Yes! Yes! Oh my God. Larson. I'm coming!"
"That's it," I tell her. "Be a good little cheerleader slut and come all over your quarterback's big hard cock."
She leans back against me, quivering and moaning.
That's exactly the way I want her.
It's all I can do to keep myself from coming too. Those hips, that ass, those curves. I've never seen or felt so many gorgeous assets all on one woman.
But there's still more that I want to do to her.
"Larson, that felt so good," she says, panting.
"Hold on tight, because we're not done yet."
I turn her around and looking into her beautiful eyes.
I begin to realize I'm in deep trouble. Because I love fucking her, and feeling her so close to me, and I don't want this night to ever fucking end.
Chapter 12 – Brynn
I can't believe this man that I just met has the power to possess me to this extent. I can feel him throughout my entire body. I don't think I’m ever going to be the same after this. And he isn't even done yet.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. I love looking at his chiseled chest, sculpted abs, and colorful tattoos. Not to mention, of course, that he has the biggest, hardest cock I've ever seen or felt.
He puts it back in me and thrusts it in and out as my back is up against the same wall my arms had just been up against.
It seems like the entire room is shaking but like my body is shaking even more. He sticks a finger in my ass hole and I don't even care. In fact, I like it. I like everything he does to me.
"Tell me you're my dirty little slut," he says, as his cock pulses inside me.
"I'm your dirty little slut," I tell him.
I like doing what he says. I like that he takes charge.
He takes the same nipple he had just been twisting with his fingers into his mouth and sucks on it. A ripple of electricity shoots through my entire body. With his other hand he plays with my clit while he fucks me.
"You make your dirty little slut feel so good," I tell him.
I surprise myself with the words coming out of my mouth, but I can't help it. He makes me lose all control. I must be under some kind of Halloween spell he put on me, using his cock as the magic wand.
"I'm going to come again," I say, as he moves the hand that was on my nipple back down to my ass.
"Good," he says. "Because I'm going to come too. And then the next time I see you, I'm going to fuck you even harder."
All the synapses are firing in my brain and it takes me a minute to realize what he said. The next time he sees me.
But as his cock pulses inside me and we both come together, I know that I want to see him again too. I just can't go forever without feeling his cock again. And his touch. And his warmth.
This time he lays me down on the bed and lets me pant. I'm glad, because I'm exhausted.
He wraps a strong arm under me and holds me tight. I put my face on his bicep and momentarily marvel at the fact that just a couple hours ago, I was afraid of clowns but now I feel safe and whole in his arms.
Holy shit, I think.
I'm going to have to ask him about his past. I need to find out what's up with him to know if we really have a chance at making this something more than a trick or treat one night stand.
But I don't have much time to think about it, because I barely hear him say "sweet dreams, my sweet" before I drift off into a peaceful and relaxing sleep.
Chapter 13 – Larson
The next morning, I'm awake before Brynn is up. It’s an old habit of mine since basic training— to get up early in the morning, usually before anyone else. Even though I want to fuck her again, I decide to let her rest.
It's probably rare that she's able to get a chance to sleep in. And I know she's so tired from our fucking hot sex session last night.
I'm letting myself into the hotel room, carrying a tray of food, when she wakes up and smiles at me.
"Room service," I announce professionally.
"Aren't you a sight for tired eyes," she says. "And so is that chocolate chip muffin you're carrying."
"I can't exactly make you breakfast, so I figured that bringing it up from the hotel restaurant would be the n
ext best thing."
I sit next to her in bed and feed her the muffin. Then we eat the rest of the food before she says, "I'd love to stay. But I need to…"
"Get back to Caleb," I finish her sentence for her.
"Yeah," she says. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I tell her. "I completely understand."
"You do?" she says. "Because I always thought that only another parent could know what it's like to…"
She stops, apparently suddenly realizing that she might have said the wrong thing.
"To worry about a child? To take care of a loved one?" I ask her.
She nods.
I turn away, the heat burning in my face.
Maybe this was a mistake. I'm not ready to talk about it. To let anyone else in. Not after what happened. I never want to get that close to someone again.
"Do I have time to shower?" I ask her.
"Sure," she says.
I walk to the nice marble tiled bathroom— Clay sure knows how to put his lawyers up in style when they’re in town for his parties— and step into the shower, glad for the chance to break away from her. But even in here, I can't stop the aching my body feels to be close to her.
Great.
I have a fucking boner.
She comes into the bathroom as if she somehow knows.
"Mind if I join you?" she asks. "We don't have to talk."
"Sure," I tell her.
She takes off her clothes so that I can see her beautiful body again. I can't believe it. I'm never able to be with a woman who just lets me be me. Lets me feel things without talking about them.
She joins me in the shower, and scrubs my back with the bar of soap.
"I always wonder how single people are supposed to really clean their backs," she tells me. "It's not like we can reach back there ourselves."
I begin laughing, the water streaming down my face, and so does she.
I pull her in and hug her close and tight.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better— that she couldn't be any more perfect or have any better sense of what I need and when I need it— she kneels down on the tile surface and takes my cock into her eager mouth.
I groan softly as she licks around the head and plays with its shaft. Then she puts it all the way down her throat and sucks.
"Oh my God. Brynn. That's perfect. Just perfect."
I empty myself into her mouth, moaning deep within me as she draws me out. I steady myself on the glass shower door, wondering how I'm going to live without her when she leaves Albuquerque and heads back to her life in New York that is completely different from mine.
Chapter 14 – Brynn
I don't want Halloween to be over. But it is. I've changed back into my normal clothes, and I have to go back to my normal life, whether or not I like it.
I can't be a cheerleader forever. I can't be a biker outlaw's little slut forever either.
Why not? I ask myself, as I hold onto his waist on the back of his bike while he drives me home.
Because you don't even know who he is, I answer myself.
I ring the doorbell and Caleb comes rushing out, reminding me for the thousandth time how great it is to always come home to him— even today when it means leaving Larson.
"Mommy! Mommy!" He screams, catapulting himself into my arms.
I pick him up and twirl him around. He's still wearing that damn monkey costume. He's going to need a bath before we leave.
"Sorry, Brynn," Whitney says, as she peeks her head out from the kitchen. "I couldn't get him to take it off."
"Don't worry about it," I tell her. "I'm just glad he had a fun time."
"And it looks like you did, too," Riley says, poking her head out beside Whitney's and winking at Larson and me. "Jensen and I thank you for the privacy, by the way. We had a great night."
"Good to hear it," I say, and as I stop spinning Caleb around, he notices Larson.
"Moto-cycle-Man!" he yells, jumping up and down. "Vroom vroom! Vroom vroom!"
"How was your night, kiddo?" Larson asks him, bending down to give him five. Caleb happily reciprocates.
"It was capola!" Caleb announces. "No mommy!"
"Oh come on," Whitney says from the kitchen. "We had fun. We made cookies!"
"Cookie! Cookie!" Caleb says, jumping up and down.
"Tell Miss Whitney thank you," I tell him.
"Tank you! Tank you!"
"What happened with those clowns was really creepy," Jensen says. "I mean, not just regular Halloween creepy, but really fucking scary."
"Yeah it was," I agree. "I'm so glad Larson chased them off."
"I know they've been wreaking havoc everywhere," Jensen says. "But I hope they weren't purposefully targeting us for some reason."
"I think they're just, like… trolls?" I shrug. "No rhyme or reason for what they do."
"Sounds more like terrorists," Whitney says.
"I agree," Jensen nods. "They should be treated like that because they scare people for no reason. And their bad behavior is escalating."
"Can I talk to you outside?" Larson suddenly asks me.
"Sure. Whitney, can you…"
"Of course," Whitney says, before I can even finish the sentence. "I can definitely keep an eye on my little buddy who thinks hanging out with me is capola."
"Cookie!" Caleb says, running over to hug Whitney's legs.
"Okay, we'll kiss and make up," says Whitney.
And Riley looks at me and says, "Looks like Mommy might be doing something similar."
Chapter 15 – Larson
I pull Brynn onto the porch and kiss her as soon as the door closes behind us.
I can't help it. I know it's fucking foolish. But lust— and infatuation— makes people do foolish things.
I’m starting to think I could actually be in fucking love. For the first time in a long time. Which is sooner than I ever thought it would happen, because I never thought it would happen again.
And I never thought it would happen like this. Instant attraction. Instant love. Or at least instant deep like. On Hallo-fuckin-ween.
It doesn't make a lot of sense. But neither do a lot of things in life. So I don't fight it. I just go with it. And it feels so fucking good.
I’m in like with Brynn Elliot. It’s probably too soon to say love, but I’m in deep fucking like with her.
"Listen," I tell Brynn. "I know you have to go. You don't have a lot of time. But I want you to come back."
"But I…"
"I know," I tell her, putting a finger over her full, sweet lips. "You don't even know me. So that's why I need to tell you. I had to leave because the cops would probably arrest me if they came to Riley's house."
"Why?"
She's looking at me with those fucking gorgeous eyes of hers, wanting an explanation. I know I have to tell her, even though I never thought I'd want to talk about it with anyone.
But I’m not ready to tell her everything. Just enough so that she understands that I had to go but that I want to see her again.
"There was something that happened," I tell her.
She's still staring at me with those fucking eyes.
"In my past. It’s over now, but it still haunts me. And I’ve been determined to make it right ever since it happened. I might not be most beloved in man in the world by law enforcement.”
She can't comprehend it, and I don't blame her. I just pull her close to me.
"Just listen,” I tell her. “I’m telling you more than I’ve been able to tell anyone. Because I want you to come back. But I’m not at the point where I can talk about everything that happened."
"Okay," she says. "Sure."
"I have to be on my best behavior or I could be taken in for a very long time,” I tell her. “For something I did that I think was very just, but the law doesn’t always care about one’s motivations for doing things.”
"I see." She nods again. "So you couldn't have…"
"…been seen beating up some asshole
clowns," I confirm. "Officially, I have to stay away from anything like that. But behind the scenes, I make things happen. The Desert Dogs and I, we protect this town. I promised I would protect you. And Caleb. And I will."
She looks up at me and I kiss her again, soft and gentle this time.
"I also felt I needed to tell you because I have a lot of enemies and I don't know if they're connected to any of this," I admit.
I hope she's not mad at me, but it feels good to get it off my chest.
"Don't be silly, Larson," Brynn says. "They're just chaos-creating clowns. There is no connection to what they do. If there was, then it could be related to me just as much as to you."
"How could it be related to you?" I ask.
"I don't know," she shrugs. "But Caleb's father is pretty crazy. And I got a weird vibe from Clay Tucker."
"Yeah, that guy was a real creep," I agree. "And he seemed to have a thing for you."
"You picked up on that, huh?" she asks, with a wink.
"I have to admit I was a little jealous. But I knew that the head cheerleader had to end up going home with the star quarterback. That’s just the way things have to work out."
She laughs, and I'm so glad things are normal between us.
"Don't blame yourself," she says. "Don't feel guilty. Because I could too. Or anyone could, really. I mean, it was at Riley and Jensen's house. Maybe it had something to do with them."
We look at each other.
"Jensen's mom does have some sketchy men in her past, that he's not made close friends with, to say the least."
"But it's over," she says. "It's nothing. I was just using Jensen and Riley as an example of how anyone and everyone might wonder if they did something to cause this. Any normal person would. But that's why the clowns do it. We'll just be giving in to them if we start thinking that way."
"The last thing I want to do is give into those punks," I agree.
"So let's not. Let's just focus on good things," she says.
Now that I put some of my issues out there and she’s been so receptive of them, I feel as if a burden has started to be lifted from me. A dark spell in my heart is beginning to be broken.
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