Page 17 of Hallow’s Eve
“Oh, wow. A real dick, in more ways than one. What a shame.”
“It's a real shame,” I said, agreeing with her. “Fucking twats.”
Donette’s eyes widened at my rare curse word. She handed me her drink, a jack and coke. “Can’t blame the girls. I wouldn’t throw him out of bed unless he was better on the floor,” she said as I downed it.
The whiskey, even watered down in soda, burned my throat. “I really thought about getting some practice in, ya know?”
“Eve, were you going to let him pop your cherry?”
“I’d really thought about it, Donette. No way in hell now.”
Dimple appeared beside me. “They tell me you’re a singer,” he said, sounding just like Elvis.
“Sometimes,” I answered, knowing he was going to ask me to get on stage. The crowd was thin enough and after all, it was a party. And apparently, I no longer had a date. When I followed the Elvis look alike to the podium, I grabbed an abandoned beer on the way. I’d drank it by the time I stepped in front of the mike.
Dimple said, “I’m thinking Halloween. But I’m thinking blues. Nina Simone.”
I completed his sentence, “I Put a Spell on You. Yeah, I can sing that.”
Dimple got behind our upright bass and quickly directed the rest of the ragtag band to play the right chords. There were no saxophones, but two of our kitchen crew and one guest played guitar, keyboard and a fiddle. Closing my eyes, I started out strong. With alcohol calming my nerves, I opened my eyes. Hallow’s big brown eyes glowered my way. As I belted out the ballad, I gave him the stink eye in return. The lyrics were way too appropriate for the moment, making me feel way too vulnerable, but I wouldn’t tear my gaze from him. Peeling the girls off him, he started to come over to the stage, but the girls surrounded him again, blocking his way. Fuck, he could come to me if he really wanted to. Seeing the other barmaids hang on him, rage flowed through me. Hallow was mine. I let my fury come out in a melody and hit all the right notes.
Our eyes fixed, I sang to Hallow like he was the only man in the room. I felt every word deep in my soul. They were true. I didn’t care about anything else. I belonged to him in this moment, tonight. When my song ended, there was a round of applause. Instead of enjoying it, I bolted through the bar to hide in the back. Hallow followed me, shouting, but I couldn’t hear him over Dimple who had started a jazzy rendition of “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain”. Fighting tears of my own, I rushed to the employee break room, back to the bathroom and tried the knob. It was still locked or was it. Twisting the knob, I shoved on the door, and it sprang open.
“Sorry,” I said almost immediately. I shut the door quick. Dern, I’d done walked in on someone. Was that big Earl with his pants down?
Hallow reached me. “Eve, why did you run off?”
Blowing air out of my nose, I didn’t answer him.
He trapped me against the door, his forehead to mine. “You got jealous?”
“Jealous of what?” I pouted.
“All the ladies crowding me.”
“Crowding you? They looked like cats in heat rubbing against you.”
“They were dancing to your beautiful song, your enchanting voice. I was stuck in the middle of it.”
“They were like my Gran antiquing, after your junk. Looks like you were enjoying yourself, too.”
“Just watching the show.”
“Watching Jaylynn ride that bull, her titties almost falling out.”
“I’d rather it be you riding the bull. Or riding me.” His lips were so close to mine we could kiss.
My hands were flat on his warm chest. I could feel his heart beating hard under my flesh. “We just met.”
“What’s it matter?” His lips hovered over mine, his scruffy beard tickling me.
I moved my hands onto his shoulders to hold him back. “With all due respect, I’m not like Donette. I’m not that kind of girl.”
I barely got out the last word.
Hallow’s lips engulfed mine, lugging us into a sweltering kiss. His tongue worked its way down my throat as his rough beard scoured my chin. He tasted refreshingly new like the beer but sweeter. I had no complaints. My arms went around his thick neck as I enjoyed every minute of our kiss. His hand coiled under my skirt and into my panties before I could protest. Like lightning, his rough touch struck me. I’d not been touched in so long. Not by anyone but myself in way too long. My breath hastened as he found me more than aroused. Humming into our kiss, he seemed to like how soggy my bottoms were. Spry fingers danced against my delicate parts for just a moment. But then Hallow removed his hand and slipped them up my dress to cup my breasts. I regretted the paper I’d shoved in my bra to hide my nipples. He soon remedied that by reaching behind me and undoing my bra to get to my skin. My naked flesh was his gift. Hallow didn’t care to save the wrapping paper.
Never breaking our kiss, he had my bra off, on the floor, and my dress hiked up to my chin in no time. Our tongues fought as he fondled my breasts, squeezing my hardened nipples ever so gently. Ending our kiss, Hallow slipped off his wings and let them fall behind him. Our eyes met briefly. His were full of lust or was that mine reflecting? His hungry mouth hung open as he regarded my body, so I shut mine. Then he bent down to get a mouthful of titty while his hands tugged my drawers completely down. I stepped out of them. God love a duck, Hallow’s head slid down my stomach, his mouth trailing leaving kisses. He stuck his face right in my coochie.
