Halloween Next Door: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 78)

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by Flora Ferrari


  I step outside of my apartment building and the first thing I hear is music coming from Bishop’s house. There are people standing outside drinking and seemingly having a good time.

  I like the look of this already.

  I’m not used to a “grown-up” type of party. Some of the costumes are fun and some are very elaborate. There’s everything from a simple plastic mask you can buy at the store for a few dollars all the way up to perfect Beetlejuice costumes, complete with all the makeup, and other elaborate outfits. And of course there’s the requisite Johnny Depp Pirates of the Caribbean outfit and a few Oompa Loompas as well.

  Wow. I’m very impressed.

  And I know I’m going to be impressed when I find my real life Captain America.

  And the time to start looking is now.

  CHAPTER 16

  Bishop

  I move through the crowd at my place like a lion on the Savannah as I stalk her.

  But I’m not looking for the slowest gazelle to take down. I’m looking for the other alpha. The female alpha.

  The one I want to take to my bedroom and take on a family with.

  I pull at the hood of my outfit. The material is fine, but I’m so damn hot inside it thinking about her and what she might be wearing.

  I told her nothing revealing. That body is mine and only mine.

  And I’m playing fair because my costume does show my muscles, but I’ve got a shield which I can use to cover myself up and shield me from the unwanted attention I’m getting from the female professors, and even a few of the guys.

  I’ve never played these dress-up games but I’m more than ready to get undressed, with her.

  But she’s not here yet. I would know if she was.

  I’ve been eyeing that front door constantly and also the area out front of my house where guests are congregating, drinking, and having a blast.

  And I’m going to blast myself later. But my kind of blast is a baby making blast, with her.

  I wish I hadn’t planned this shindig. I wish these people were gone and it was just the two of us on the couch watching a scary movie or something.

  And then suddenly I see her. Her shape is unmistakable. It’s been imprinted on my mind for forty-eight hours now and it’s going to stay there for well over the next forty-eight years. I won’t ever forget the way she looked when I saw her all grown up for the first time.

  I move towards her quickly, practically knocking over my guests and their drinks.

  They’re drunk anyways. They won’t remember this come morning, but what we’re going to share tonight we're going to remember forever.

  “Hey there, Captain America,” she says.

  “Good evening, Miss Universe,” I say.

  She smiles. “Hardly. Did you know they have ‘factories’ that produce those girls down in places like Venezuela? They have them eating only cans of tuna and riding exercise bikes half the day and the other half undergoing waxing and cosmetic surgeries. I can’t bel—“

  I bring my finger to her lips silencing her.

  “I don’t care about some girls down in Venezuela or any other country, or city, or town for that matter. The only girl I care about is the one standing in front of me. And if Captain America says she’s Miss Universe then she’s Miss Universe. Are we clear?”

  “Crystal,” she says with a smile and damn I want that smile all for myself. It may be dark out but I swear that thing is like a comet in the night sky, providing light and sparking my imagination. The ways I want to kiss her are just as endless as the comets in a meteor shower.

  And do I ever want to shower her with kisses, and a whole lot more. And in the shower would be a great place to start.

  I lean in and put my hands on her hips, as she comes up on her tiptoes and we kiss.

  Damn, there’s that spark again shooting clear through me all the way to my core.

  She got me again just like she does every time.

  “Bishop, are you kissing a student?” Stan, one of the accounting professors at the business school asks in a very accusatory tone.

  I turn to him and literally snarl like someone’s stepped in-between a lion and his pride. I’m damn proud to be with her and he can go and fuck off if he doesn’t like it.

  “You come to my house. You drink my alcohol. You have the time of your life and then you question what I’m doing with the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with…Stan? Well, I’ve got a question for you. Do you want to get the fuck off my property right now on your own accord, or do you want me to throw you head first into the street.”

  “I…um…I’m…sor—“

  “Save it for someone who gives a shit. You’ve got three seconds to decide. Three.”

  I don’t even get two out as his plastic cup drops from his hand as he darts across my lawn and down the street.

  “Now. Where were we?” I ask turning back to her.

  She looks shocked, but I don’t have time to think about what just happened. I only want to think of her.

  And when I lean in slowly and stop just short of her lips I can feel her expression change as I feel her breath on my lips as her mouth parts slightly telling me she’s already forgot what just happened and her mind is right back where it belongs…on me.

  And mine is on her as it has been since the moment I saw her.

  We kiss again and I take her by the hand and lead her into the house.

  I’m done losing time.

  It’s time to make her mine.

  CHAPTER 17

  Penelope

  “If I told you the things I want to do to you they would scare you to death.”

  “Isn’t that what Halloween is for?” I ask as he enters his bedroom and kicks the door closed behind him locking it. “Maybe I want to be a little scared, as long as there’s a treat at the end.”

  “You’re the treat. I’ve already imagined how sweet you taste and I can’t wait any longer to not have to imagine it any more. I want the real thing. I want you. All of you.”

  “Take me, Bishop,” I say the words coming right out. “I’ve been waiting for this…wanting this. I don’t want to wait anymore. I can’t. Take me however you want to take me. Make me yours.”

  He sits me down on the bed and moves over to his dresser. I take the moment to check him out from behind and then take in his bedroom. The walls have an interesting design that perfectly fits with the French vibe that New Orleans has. I love his place. It’s so interesting and most important of all he’s here.

  And I could very easily see myself living right here with him. I’d cancel my lease the minute the leasing office opened tomorrow if he wanted.

  He opens the dresser drawer and then stops, quickly sliding out of his Captain America costume and into a pair of black denim jeans…no shirt, no shoes, but oh am I ready to get serviced…or service him.

  His hand goes into the dresser drawer and then he pulls something out, keeping his hand wrapped tight around whatever it is he has. It must be something incredibly important if it was in his dresser drawer.

  He closes the drawer quickly and spins around just as fast before taking one step towards me hovering over me.

  Until he’s on a knee in front of me with his hand open and a little black velvet box in his palm.

  He pops the lid and there sits the most beautiful diamond I’ve ever seen. And the ring…oh my god.

  Suddenly I feel him take my hand and I look up and into his eyes.

  Even as I sit on the bed and with him on a knee his line of sight is still level with mine.

  “Pumpkin. All these years you were right there in front of me, hiding in plain sight. Well, now that you’re a young woman you can’t hide from me anymore. I’ve never wanted something so much in my life as I want you. It may be only two days since this started, but we both know this started a lifetime ago. You were put on this earth for me and me alone. And when I see you I know that with absolute conviction. And I also see a future. I see children. I see us enjoyin
g every second together even when we’re old and gray. And even when that day comes you’ll still be the most beautiful woman this world has ever seen, and you’ll still be mine. You’ll always be mine. Be my wife,” he says.

  He’s right, this does seem to be happening fast but this moment has been brewing strong for a couple years and now the pot is boiling over. And I believe him when he says I was put on this earth for him because I know with absolute certainty that he was put on this earth for me.

  “Yes,” I say. “Yes!”

  He slides the ring on my finger and my hands go to his face, just as his hands go to mine.

  We pull each other in tight and kiss hard.

  Our hard romantic kiss quickly turns passionate.

  “I’m a Southern gentleman, Penelope and we Southerners still do things right. I put that ring on your finger because I want you more than anything. And now that you’ve agreed to be mine, well…I’m not going to be able to be a gentleman. Not right now. I’ve never been this happy in my entire life and I can’t control what’s next.

  “Don’t. I don’t want a gentleman. I want you. Raw and uncaged.”

  Suddenly he’s standing and he lifts me off the bed with him.

  I realize my mask is still on and I go to remove it. I can’t believe I just got used to looking through it.

  “No,” he says. “Leave it on.” He grabs my hands and spins me around as he pushes my front against the wall.

  It’s not hard, but it’s just rough enough for me to feel the passion and damn do I like it.

  I feel his lips on my neck before I hear his teeth bite down on the zipper of my dress as he takes it all the way down with his mouth!

  Now I know exactly what he was talking about when he said he wasn’t going to be able to be a gentleman. When I told him raw and uncaged he took it literally.

  Good.

  My dress falls to the floor then he takes one foot after the other taking my shoes off quickly and just like that I’m in my bra and high-waisted undergarments.

  He spins us around together and pulls my back into his chest, this time with his back against the wall.

  The fingers on his left hand find my black bra strap and he raises it off my shoulder. I immediately feel the spot where it was against my skin, but not anymore.

  His right hand knives into my hair as he pulls on it, bringing my head back and opening my neck a bit on the other side as I look up at him and his dark features.

  “You said uncaged,” he whispers into my ear. I feel his stubble brush against my cheek and my neck.

  “Uncaged,” I repeat.

  I feel his hand along my skin as he brings my bra down along the side of my arm and then he quickly scissors his fingers at the clasp, freeing me of the garment. He reaches around and pulls it forward and off and just as it hits the floor his left hand finds my chest as he covers both my breasts with a single hand as the tug from his right hand in my hair intensifies, pulling my neck to the side as he kisses me right underneath my ear.

  Not one minute ago he was on the floor proposing to me and now he’s devouring me.

  The contrast is startling and has me dripping wet with both excitement, pleasure, and equally as important the pleasure that’s about to come.

  He kisses across my collarbone as he kneads my breast. He finds my nipple and rolls it gently between his fingers and I feel it elongating, pebbling, waiting to be taken into his mouth…waiting to feel in drag across his skin as we make body to body contact as he slides across the top of me as he enters me with his cock for the first time.

  I reach back with both hands frantically grabbing a hold of his cock and stroking him as his long rod pokes me in the ass.

  “Fuck, you’re so big,” I say.

  “You did this to me, and you’re the one who’s going to feel the consequences,” he says into my ear from behind.

  “Good. Hold me fully responsible,” I say. “And hold me down if you have to…if it doesn’t fit.”

  “Damn, you’re a naughty girl aren’t you?”

  “Your naughty girl. Only yours.”

  “That’s right and that ring on your finger proves it to the world,” he says. “And now I’m going to show you what it means to be mine.

  Suddenly he spins me around and then his arms find my waist stopping my movement as he pulls me in close, chest to chest before he lifts me high.

  I feel myself flying through the air before suddenly I land on my back on the bed, bouncing a couple inches above the mattress like it’s a fluffy cloud.

  “Oh my god,” I say.

  “You want to do that again, don’t you?”

  “Yes!” I say.

  “Not until I do this first,” he says as he walks toward me with his shoulders taking turns swinging in my direction like he’s some kind of primal hunter that’s coming to claim the prey he’s wounded.

  But I’m not wounded at all. I want to be caught. And I want to be devoured.

  When he reaches the oversized bed, which must be a California King or even bigger, he grabs me by the panties and slides my body back toward him.

  When my ass finds the edge of the bed I grab ahold of the ultra-soft, down comforter stopping my movement, but one thing sure doesn’t stop.

  My panties, which slide clean off before he tosses them to the side as he raises my legs high.

  He takes an ankle in each hand and kisses his way down the inside of my right calf, stopping at the side of my knee to make eye contact before he continues down the inside of my thigh.

  “Oh god, Bishop. Yes,” I moan as I thrust my back into the bed and hold onto that comforter for dear life.

  The teasing and tormenting is killing me as he nears my sex.

  I feel my forearms tighten and my fingers dig into the mattress as he gets closer and closer until he kisses just around the outside of my folds.

  I know I’m a big wet mess and I don’t care.

  All I care about is feeling this pleasure he’s about to give me, and the anticipation that’s beyond a fever pitch that he’s already provided.

  “Now it’s time for a grown man to have a real treat,” he says. “My fucking treat.”

  His tongue flicks my clit and my eyes squeeze and I clench my teeth.

  “Oh yeah. Right there,” I get the words out but they’re barely decipherable.

  But this man doesn’t need any help as he knows just which buttons to press as he pushes his tongue right into my bud which drives me absolutely wild to the point I feel like I’m already ready to finish.

  But just as quickly as he gave me pleasure he takes it away and I lunge my pelvis forward grinding my opening into his jaw, making a wet mess of his face for sure.

  “You taste so damn good,” he says in-between licks and a couple hissing sounds as he sucks in my juices.

  “Fuck, this is the most incredible…oh fuck!” he says not able to finish his sentence.

  I feel a single digit slide inside me and my pussy tries to keep it, but I can’t. He’s too big and too strong.

  “This is how fucking amazing you taste,” he says as he brings his finger up to my mouth and rubs it across my lips.

  I’m not sure what to do at first, but the feel of that thick finger at my lips makes me realize I just might have an oral fixation. My head slides forward as my mouth opens and I take his finger into my mouth and then pull my head back, sucking his finger clean.

  I move my head forward again onto his finger as if I’m blowing it and at the same time he slides two finger inside me in rhythm to my sucking.

  His tongue goes back to my clit as his fingers make a come hither motion inside me before he slides them in and out again before keeping them in and pressing his palm hard to my hole as he licks my clit clean.

  “Uh,” I moan and feel my teeth almost bite down on his finger, but I catch myself at the last second.

  “You ready to see what happens when I please you,” he asks and I wonder if he’s lost his fucking mind, because he’s alrea
dy pleasing me out of mine.

  “Uh huh,” I mumble with his finger in my mouth.

  He slides a second digit into my mouth and then he starts moving his fingers in and out of my mouth as his two fingers below fuck me silly, his palm slapping against my opening each time as he continues to feast on my femininity.

 

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