Page 10 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
“Don’t be silly. He’s worth the effort,” Emilee said. She was Dodge’s old lady. They were good people. Not party animals like some of the other couples in the MC.
Lynx and Jaynee came to mind, and Hero and Tara. Those four got wild and could drink most people under the table. All in good fun, y’know?
Emilee was dressed as a cheerleader and Dodge was a Minnesota Vikings football player.
“Here comes our drinks!” Emilee clapped, showing her excitement.
Admittedly, I wasn’t thrilled about Trixie drinking so much. What if she behaved in a way that wasn’t her normal? Alcohol altered people’s personalities, and I only wanted to be with the real Trixie.
Plus, if she was drunk, I couldn’t get dirty with her. Consent was important. Not that I was sure I wanted to proceed with her. Trixie wasn’t someone I could only fool around with. I worried I might feel too comfortable when I was alone with her. And if that was the case, I didn’t believe I could ever let her go.
This was turning out to be quite the predicament.
At some point. I needed to reveal myself to Trixie or leave the party and vow to never speak to her again.
“I love apple pie moonshine!” Trixie said loudly. “At least I’m having a good time, even though I came here for Brandon. Er, I mean Zombie.”
“Don’t worry, honey. I’m sure he’ll turn up soon.” Emilee looked directly at me, then pointed at Trixie. I hadn’t realized Em knew it was me lingering by their table.
But then I should have known. I’d helped her and Dodge unload dozens of cases of water from their SUV yesterday. She’d asked what I was going to dress up as, and I told her,a wolf.
I was the only wolf in the building.
Okay, enough was enough. If I wanted something to happen with Trixie, I needed to stop acting like a scared child. The chick just made me nervous as fuck.
I moved behind her, lifted my hand. It was covered in fur and had long clawed nails. I wrapped it around her neck, careful not to choke her.
“Ah!” Trixie screamed. “What are you doing?”
“Come with me Red Riding Hood,” I growled into her ear, which was a little challenging with my large snout. “The big, bad wolf wants to dance with you.” I hoped she got the reference, or I’d feel like an idiot.
“Brandon is that you?” she asked, her body tense under my hand.
“Who else would it be? Unless you’re waiting for some other guy to ask you to dance?”
“I’m only waiting for you.”
“That’s a fantastic costume, Zombie!” Emilee said. “Did you two plan this?”
Trixie slowly turned around and looked me up and down. A huge smile stretched across her beautiful face. “Oh my gosh, you look amazing!”
I lowered my hand and took hers, gently tugging her off the chair, and led her to the dance floor.
Dancing wasn’t my thing, but I could grind with the best of them.
“Where’ve you been? I got here over an hour ago,” Trixie said.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. I towered above her. My mask was beginning to be a nuisance. I wanted to smell her and be close enough to kiss her.
“Been watching you.”
“Why?”
“To see what you did when I wasn’t around.”
“Interesting. Did you think I’d hook up with some other guy?” she asked with a tartness in her voice that made my dick super excited.
“Are you saying you’re going to hook up with me?”
