Page 19 of All Hallows' Haunt
“Everett,” she whined.
“You said you couldn’t do it anymore.”
“No, no. I can.” She paused. I continued to finger-fuck her slowly, letting the cycle of the ride give and take from her.
“You still want more?” She looked up then and nodded her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and glossy with tears. I stroked her clit, waiting for her to crumble as her thighs twitched. “Beg me, Sienna. I want to hear you beg me like the good little slut I know you are.”
“Please, Ev, I need more. I want you. Please, make me come again.”
The first word was enough for me, and the follow-up cracked my chest open and let every feeling I saw myself crafting for her in. She would never truly belong to anyone else. I pressed my thumb against her harder and brushed against that sweet spot capable of—
“Fuck—”Sienna screamed into my chest.That.She throbbed and pulsed, soaking me and muttering nonsense. I released the pole and held the waistband back. I wasn’t losing a single drop of our mixed release. The ride slowed, and her horse stuttered to a stop.
“Lick it,” I whispered, urging her to look up. I held my hand in the air, the back facing her and my palm facing me. She leaned forward and I followed her, dragging my tongue along the opposite side of my parted fingers. The salty and sweet taste made my mouth water as our tongues brushed together in the center.
This is my forever.
CHAPTER8
Sienna
I was blissedout of my mind, and severely in over my head.
Everett came out of nowhere, a force I wasn’t prepared for. Standing beside him now, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be prepared for what I felt between us. There was no harm indulging in your fantasies and desires, but this wasn’t feasible for the long term. His infatuation with me was just that, a high he chased for the moment.
“Baby?” His worried tone pushed aside my rambling thoughts. We were in the middle of the pavilion, and actors were working the crowd and moving through the shadowed corners. Screams filled the air, along with the scents of greasy food, sugared treats, and buttery popcorn. The lights were bright against the darkened sky, and the decorations added to a sense of disorientation as a few fixtures strobed. “Sienna,” he whispered, taking my face in his hands and forcing me to focus on him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I squeaked out. I wasn’t. I was on the verge of a panic attack, trying to shield myself from inevitable heartbreak.
“Let’s get you something to eat, yeah? We’ll go do something relaxing, and you can check in with your friends. Sound good?” He kissed my temple and released me.
His arm draped over my shoulders, and he tucked me into his side as he started walking to the bakery. I perked up at the sight of the cinnamon rolls lining the display case in the window.
How did he know this was what I wanted most tonight?I almost forgot about it between the clown house, mirrors, and the random deviation to the carousel. The bakeries closed earlier than the other food vendors and rides.
He reached in front of me to open the door. Ushering me inside, he grabbed my hand and placed us at the back of the formed line. It was bright inside with the fluorescent lights, and kids were yelling around sticky mouthfuls of pastry at the few tables.
“So, one or two? Do you want to share? Do you want a dozen for yourself?” He cut me a glance with a playful smile.
“I don’t think I’d know what to do with myself if I had a dozen.” I laughed and continued, “I’ll be just fine with one. Unless you want to share? They’re pretty big.” I looked around the people standing in front of us. There were several rolls on a display stand, and they were in fact the largest fucking pastry I’d seen.
“The little fox wants one, the little fox gets one.” He rested his hand on my head, giving me a gentle pat. A couple walked away from the counter and we stepped forward. “Have you enjoyed yourself?” He didn’t look at me when he asked, his eyes continuing to scan the large menu board above the register.
I took a second to admire his features. His strong nose was slightly upturned. His ears pointed at the helix. Everett’s cupid’s bow sat on full lips that were kiss-bruised now. Long, thick lashes provided a dark frame around his round, hooded eyes.
He’s so pretty.
“Hmm?” He looked down at me then.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Well, have you?” His eyebrows pinched.
“Yes,” I said as we stepped forward. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a night comparable to this one. And—” I paused, averting my gaze. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to step foot through these gates without thinking of you…ofus.” His finger hooked under my chin.He really likes that eye contact.
“I don’t want you to think of anyone else, ever. It’s only you and me.” His eyes flicked between mine. “I want to be the only thing you think about, day or night. Grocery store, dry cleaners, theme park, I want you to look at everything around you and think to yourself: how would Everett fuck me here?”
He leaned in to steal another kiss, and I started to close my eyes as his lips brushed mine.
