Page 19 of Hallow’s Eve
“That many? Well, I’m a not made it past third base girl.”
“We can work our way up to a homerun.”
I sputtered a laugh at that cheesy line.
Hallow beamed like he’d been trying to be funny. Now his tone turned more carnal. “Let’s just say I’m experienced enough to give you the ride of your life. Taco has nothing on me.”
“See, I’m afraid, I’m going to fall off the bull. That’s if I get the nerve to jump on to begin with.”
“I won’t let you fall. I promise.”
Hallow removed his finger from me, and I instantly missed it. He placed my hand on his dick again. Although my hand snaked down the length of it, and I envisioned doing so myself, I shuddered my head. “I don’t think I can,” I said with a pout.
Hallow caught my fat lip and sucked. We devoured each other, kissing again as his erection swayed into my hand. His mouth tasted salty now, like me down below, I supposed. Remembering his head between my legs turned me on even more. Thinking of the way he’d made me feel, returned the sensation. My desire, a ticking time bomb, I wanted another explosion. Hallow rammed his body hard against mine with the rhythm. The motion mimicked the act I’d witnessed earlier, Donette getting plowed against the wall. His thigh surged against my clit each time in cadence. “
I was about to give in but talked myself out of it. “I don’t know that I can do this here. I don’t know if I can go through with it at all.”
“You’re saving yourself for marriage or something?”
“No. I’m just chicken shit.”
“So, let me get this straight. You want me, want me to fuck you, but you’re too scared?”
“Yeah,” I breathed, feeling how true that was.
“We can go to my place. I’ll handcuff you to my bed so you can’t stop me,” Hallow said.
His words more than turned me on, but I asked, “You’re into that?” Knowing he’d been a detective, I wondered if this was his kink.
“What? Restraining you and taking your virginity? Fuck. Sounds like a dream come true. Either that or I can fuck you up against this door right now. Just say the word.”
At the mention of my back being against the door to the employee restroom, I thought about its occupant. Lord, what about Earl? He was trying to use the bathroom and could probably hear everything. What would he think of me?
Just as the thought hit my brain, Hallow’s thrusts forced the door to fling open behind us. We tumbled into the bathroom floor. Hallow amazingly caught the back of my head before it could hit the tile but landed on top of me, his dick dangerously close to my vag. Talk about a homerun. He almost slid home. His eyes widened, looking shocked and amused. The same feelings rolled through me, and I giggled. I turned my head expecting to see a surprised and bewildered Earl. Even an angry Earl, but Big Earl sat motionless on the commode, his pants around his ankles. His head hung, and dead eyes stared down at me.
Chapter 6
EVE
Ablood-curdling scream escaped my lips as soon as I realized. At the same time, I saw blood speckled Earl’s shirt and pants. My eyes followed the pattern to find the knife stuck in the back of his neck. In one swift motion, Hallow helped me to my feet. But I slipped away, grabbed my bra and panties, and ran to make some distance between me and the dead body. I slinked to the corner of the breakroom. Quick as lightning, I stepped into my drawers and hauled my dress down. Thankfully, I hadn’t gotten a speck of blood on me. When I heard the heavy boots of the bikers coming our way, I tossed my bra into the open trash can. I stared at the row of lockers beside me, wanting to grab my phone and dial 911.
When the three bikers stepped through the door, they rushed to Hallow. I moved to help him, as if I could, but he held up his hand, telling me to stay back. The meanest looking one spun his head to examine me for a moment while Hallow relayed the news, that we’d just discovered Big Earl dead. Their leader locked the breakroom door. Silently, I watched them pull Earl’s body out of the bathroom and examine him. Hallow searched the shelves for something as I locked eyes with Earl. A biker bent and closed his eyes, releasing me. Hallow produced an old apron to partially cover the body, at least Earl’s face.
“Fuck, this is getting to be a massacre. First Wolf and now Earl,” their leader, Riff said. I’d just found their name tags. Clean shaven, he had dark and wavy, shoulder length hair, so nice, it’d make a woman envious.
“Are you talking about Grady?” I asked him.
“Yeah, Wolf’s his road name.” Slapping my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream again, I just realized Grady was indeed dead. Just like everyone had been saying all night. This was not a murder mystery dinner, like I’d thought. My boss had really been murdered. Had I been in denial? “Holy fuck,” I murmured into my palm still trying to process the horrible fact.
“What were you two doing back here?” Riff leered at Hallow.
“Porking,” another one, the real ugly one named Buzzard answered, smelling the air. “I smell a sweet wet cunt.” Sickly thin, Buzzard’s picture had to be in the dictionary beside the word meth-head.
The third one named Thorn, the ultra-muscular, black one, wore a cowboy hat with his leathers. He had an impressive beard, but I didn’t see any tattoos on his arms. He hadn’t said anything but made up for it now. “We all going to get a turn, Hallow?”
Hallow took offence, punching him hard in the chest. Thorn just belted out laughing while the wheels spun in my head. All the men were cutting up like old friends.
Buzzard asked Hallow, “You going to bring this pretty filly back to Royal Road tonight? We’re about to get out of here. Masquerade Orgy probably still going on.”
