Page 26 of Fright Night
“Kno—fuck.”
My teeth scrape over her, tongue pulling out before thrusting back inside. Her thighs tense around my face, strong enough she could very well hold me there if I wasn’t so determined to ensure she stops on the edge.
Which is why, despite the fact that my own orgasm is close too, and she tastes like every delectable flavour in existence, I pull away to instead lay a gentle kiss on her throbbing clit, stand up, and zip myself back up.
“Two years,” I remind her again. “You’ll be lucky I don’t keep you on edge for the next two. Next time, don’t lie to the cops.”
Then I walk out of her room and let myself out of the house.
TWELVE
OAKLEY
The event is in full-swing.
Although I’m busy as hell, looking around never stops making me smile. Children with faces painted with every kind of animal and Halloween creature are happily flitting from activity to activity, their parents trailing behind while shouting for them to remain close. Teens move in groups, laughing with one another. The House of Mirrors is especially popular with them.
It seems everyone in town has come out tonight, and so far, no issues.
The event is well planned and executed and my team is doing amazing, ensuring the initial line-up to enter was managed fast enough that no one got overly frustrated waiting, while also not moving through them too quickly that they slammed the event in a mass rush. The food vendors are selling like crazy, and every tent or activity I check on is managed without issue. The maze is by far the most popular, which is why the blueprint for it is kept nearby in case a kid gets lost and needs quick saving.
I squeeze between two children in dinosaur costumes, my own fake fairy wings getting caught. My attention is entirelyfocused on the checklist on my phone and the path leading to the food booths when I walk into a wall.
A wall built like bricks with hands I’ve come to know all too well, that cup my shoulders to stop me in place, despite the heeled boot I dig into his foot. He doesn’t even flinch; just grins manically.
“Hey there, Trickster. Looking delicious. I should know, considering I’ve had your taste in my mouth all day. The fairy costume is an interesting choice, though can’t say I’m complaining.”
I’m immediately sucked back to last night, when Knox tormented me with so many near-orgasms, by the end it felt like I was going to physically combust. After all his cruelty, to leave me right on the edge andwalk away…fuck him.
Hating him during it was one thing, but that hate lingered when, after the door slammed shut indicating he left my house, my hand couldn’t bring myself to orgasm for once. So desperate to come but completely shut off after his touch.
Betraying body.
“Get fucked,” I mutter beneath my breath.
Given the number of people around, no one needs to hear our typical fight. Even Mom and Henry are floating around somewhere. Or were at the start of this thing. Henry keeps boasting to people how “his daughter” is the “visionary behind this,” like it’s some sort of prize to be won. He’d follow up the compliment by stating my “eye for design would be useful as eventual town mayor,” which made me literally cringe and hide when curious townspeople inquired how my training in politics is going. Hearing Henry talk makes everything Knox said at breakfast yesterday morning more real.
I don’t want to be acknowledged for my events by someone who doesn’t truly care about them.
Which made me give the college and university brochures that were left on my coffee table an appreciative look-over this morning rather than toss them out, aware who put them there.
The duffle bag he also left in my spare room is another case entirely. Come garbage day…
“You look…the same,” I manage after another moment. Hook, line, sinker for him to discuss something else that isn’t my fairy costume.
Not to say hissameisn’t also enticing. Ripped black jeans, a hoodie loose on his frame, with the hood pulled up. The same mask he continues to wear in my house sits on top of his head, ready to be slid down when he chooses to exact his vengeance on poor, unsuspecting co-eds.
“Figured you like me like this, so why not.”
“Why not indeed. Well, if you’ll excuse me…” I push into his hold, trying to break it, but he only moves with me.
“Great event, Oakley. Been here for hours and everyone’s enjoying themselves.”
His compliment makes me pause. It’s so rare kind words come from this guy’s mouth. They’re foreign and almost wrong, but warm my insides regardless.
“Based on that statement, I assume you’re behind the brochures and stuff in my living room?”
“Yeah, ’cause you’re done at City Hall after this. Live your dreams, Oakley, no one else’s. You truly have a knack. Especially love the maze.”
