Page 43 of Halloween with a Daddy
He doesn’t finish his sentence, but I know where it’s going.
“We’re never going to have a problem.” I lift my cigar to my lips. “I promise you that.”
“Good.” He smiles and blows out some smoke. “Then let’s listen to the crickets.”
Jon’s older than Wendy. That’s obvious. The age difference isn’t that big of a deal for him. They’ve probably got a hell of a story, too. They certainly love each other. I never thought I’d find anyone that would make me believe it’s possible for to have the same, but now I do.
Maybe one day I’ll be in Jon’s seat, looking over at the guy I used to be, questionings his intentions with my daughter or granddaughter.
Is that really where my head’s at right now? I’m a mess. I thought I knew exactly where my life was headed and now I don’t have a clue. Everything has been flipped upside down. I’m sitting in small town suburbia, listening to some fucking crickets. Smoking a cigar and drinking whiskey with the guy who may walk my bride down the aisle. I’m jumping so far ahead. I need to settle down.
Jon and I make small talk while we finish our cigars and whiskey. Wendy and Bethany are watching a movie, but we’ve missed too much to catch up. I decide to just go to my room. I’ve got so many thoughts going through my head. Not just about Bethany, but also about the bones at Grimwillow Manor. There has to be an explanation.
The cops will find nothing, because they do not know what to look for. There’s too much history the public doesn’t have access to, but I do.
I go through my family archives, pull up family trees, and look for any clue I can find. There has to be something. I make a timeline from the day Grimwillow Manor was built to the day when the fire closed off that part of the house. Bethany and I trade a few flirtatious texts, but I try to stay focused on my work. I feel like there has to be a way to solve the mystery, but I’m not sure what it is.
I work later than I should, and by the time I look at my phone again, I have two text messages from Bethany. I click on them right as my door opens, and she steps into my room.
“Are you not even going to respond?” She feigns a pout.
“I’m sorry, I was busy.” I stand up and walk over. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you tease me enough with your texts?”
“My grandparents are asleep.” She puts a finger to her lips. “I will make too much noise, but if you can bite your tongue, I’ll make you happy you’re not staying in a hotel tonight.”
Bethany pushes me towards the bed and unfastens my belt. She pulls it free, unbuttons my pants, and yanks them down. My cock throbs to attention as she leans forward and teases it with her tongue. I moan and she shushes me, so I bite down on my hand. I’d bite clean through my tongue if I tried to use that to silence myself.
Bethany doesn’t waste any time. She licks and caresses my shaft, opens her mouth, and lets my dick glide across her lips. I settle onto the bed and do my best to enjoy what is happening without saying a word.
Her mouth is wet and hungry. She’s begging for me to come in it. She goes from the head of my dick to my balls in rapid motions that cause me to nearly bite a hole in my hand. It feels so fucking good. So good that I can’t even hold back. I reach out with my other hand, put it on the back of her head, and force my cock deep. I yell into my hand as I erupt in her throat. She swallows and the motion feels so good I come again, dumping another load down into her mouth before I’m spent.
“See why this is better than a hotel?” She moves into my arms and lays against my chest.
“Yeah.” I let out a long exhale. “Way better.”
She cuddles in my arms and I feel whole again. Complete. I wasn’t even gone that long, but I missed her. I have to figure out how to make this work, or I’m going to go insane. My plate is too full right now, but she’s the only thing I truly care about.
I did like to listen to the crickets.
That was nice.
Bethany
Ilaytangledinan embrace with Edgar for several minutes before I pull away from him.
My grandparents may understand what’s going on, but I will not flaunt it.
“Where are you going?” Edgar puts a hand on my arm.
“I’m going to fall asleep if I stay with you.” A sigh passes across my lips. “I need to at least come out ofmyroom tomorrow morning.”
“You think you get to come in here, do that to me, and leave?” He leans up and puts an arm around me from behind. “You’re not going anywhere until I make you come, too.”
“No, I…” Before I can finish my words, Edgar puts a hand over my mouth and pushes his other hand into my pajama pants.
“You said you can’t make yourself stay quiet, so I’ll do it for you.” He rasps into my ear, then kisses it. “I bet you’re so fucking wet after what you did for me.”
I am. I’m practically gushing. I moan into Edgar’s hand as his fingers make their way to my clit. My body aches for his touch. I grind myself into his hand. Edgar pulls away and waits until I stop before he continues.
