Page 12 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
The inside of the clubhouse was dark and glowing lights everywhere. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling and in the corners. Carved pumpkins were lining the walkway and glowing from within.
There were so many jack-o’-lanterns it made me wonder if the members and their kids had done them. How fun if they had. Maybe they had a contest, too. Growing up with parents who didn’t think much about holidays because they were always working, made me feel like I missed out on a lot of fun activities like carving pumpkins.
With Christmas fast approaching, the club probably did Secret Santa or some kind of gift exchange. I wouldn’t expect them to do caroling, but you never know. I’ve heard Storm’s wife, Maddy, was a phenomenal singer. They had karaoke on Friday night.
Hey, it was Friday night! Maybe they had some spooky karaoke planned. Speaking of music…
A creepy song magically played from somewhere.
The Halloween decorations were on point. Completely fabulous. I still couldn’t believe I was here to see it all.
According to Emilee, the old ladies in the club put this event on and worked together to make it amazing.
The president’s old lady, Maddy, lead the charge. She loved fall and Halloween. I’d even sampled her favorite treat back in the bar: candy corn and peanuts. The interesting mix was the most addictive thing I’d ever eaten. It was the perfect blend of sweet and salty. Honestly, I could have finished the bowl all by myself but refrained in front of Emilee and the others.
I would love to meet Maddy, but apparently, her youngest was sick with the flu, so she stayed home, and the Prez stayed with hisAngel. Emilee had told me that if Storm could avoid leaving his wife’s side, he would. That was how much he adored and loved his wife. He sounded like a dream.
We entered a spine-chilling stairwell that led down into a basement. I hoped there wouldn’t be a dungeon down there, where Brandon chained me to wall and left me to rot with the rats.
The image I imagined was frightening and almost made me want to leave.Almost. But I wasn’tthatworried and would rather take my chances. I might get some wicked sex with the man of my dreams. Speaking of…
“Brandon, where are you taking me?”
His large paw-covered hand squished my flesh. The gesture was enough to make me wet. So, I kept my stupid mouth shut. The last thing I wanted was to deter Brandon from his plans.
Hopefully, his plan included sex and lots of it.
I must’ve sounded desperate.
In a way, I was totally coming undone with the prospect of getting it on with this sexy, stone-cold biker, who had zero trouble carrying me.
I’d been in a dry spell for years. Never quite feeling right about hooking up with other men, when I’d had my sights on Brandon Adams.
God, I prayed the drought would finally be over.
He stopped at a door. “I’m going to put you down so I can take my keys out. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
“You don’t even need to ask. I’m not going anywhere.” I wasn’t crazy. The loud and wild kind of crazy, I could be like that. But not the out-of-my-mind kind who would pass up being with a hunky, strong biker.
Nope, I was sane and fully aware of what I was doing.
“Good.” He carefully set me on my feet, fished out his keys from his pocket, and unlocked the door. Opening it, he waved me on to enter and he flipped the light switch next to the door and ceiling light turned on illuminating the space.
I entered what I assumed was his bedroom, but maybe not. There wasn’t much in it and it felt generic. Like it could have been anyone’s room.
There was a bed, dresser, nightstand, and an egress window. The linens were black. Not a single picture was on the walls. My keen eye didn’t spot anything personal.
Somehow, I sensed this was totally Brandon’s vibe: simple and tidy. There was even a fresh scent as if he’d cleaned today and put freshly laundered sheets on the bed.
Spotting snow in the window well was a little alarming. Usually, a plastic cover would keep the well clean, but it’s possible there wasn’t one or it had been blown off by some strong winds.
My ears perked up and dialed into a howling wind.
Yikes.
Well, I wouldn’t think about the blizzard conditions right now. I was right where I’d dreamt of being for far too long.
“Now, I can finally take this off.” He removed his wolf mask. His face was red and sweaty, and as beautiful as ever.
