Red Hot Night (Trick or Treat Collaboration)

Another message comes in. Lena, take a picture of your sexy costume at least. I didn’t get a good enough look as you left your dorm.

I hit call on the message. I’m going to let this fucker know she’s not interested and to back off before I murder him. “Lena, baby. I’m so glad you called me. I love hearing your voice.”

“This isn’t Lena. This is her man. If you don’t leave her alone, I’ll bury you. She’s mine, and you better remember that.”

“Who is this?”

“Did you fucking hear me? She’s not yours. End of story.” I end the call and block his number. She’s got no idea what she’s gotten herself into by coming here. For the first time in my life, I feel like happiness is here. Gavin and Grandpa were right.

I storm back into the room to see her looking for her phone. My entry gets her attention, and she lifts her eyes to mine, scowling at me so prettily.

“Your little stalker is gone,” I inform her.

“Stalker? You were checking my messages?” I like that she confirmed it for me.

“You had them open when you fell asleep.”

“I wouldn’t be asleep if you didn’t lock me in here and my stupid friend would answer her phone.”

“I didn’t lock you in here.” Well, for a second I did. “Besides, she can’t hear you out there. It’s too noisy.”

“Are you ready to let me out of here? I promise to leave and not get you in trouble. It’s not like you served me, so you can’t get in trouble for that.”

“I’m not worried about that. I told you the door was unlocked. I don’t want you out there because of what you got on. That fucking dress leaves little to the imagination, and even as you laid there I could see your sweet little pink panties peeking out.” A blush covers her face, but she doesn’t try to hide her ass from my view.

She lets out a huff. “My phone, please.”

“Here you go, baby.” I hand it over to her and then lean on the desk behind me, resting my ass on the top while crossing my feet. I watch her movements as she avoids looking at me and my raging hard-on that’s pressing against the seam of my slacks.

She stuffs it in her small purse and then stands up. “I’m ready to go. Excuse me, Brett.”

My eyes narrow as she plays like she’s not interested. I stand up, unclip this stupid cape around my neck, and toss it on the sofa. Stalking closer to her, I wait for her to move, but she doesn’t. It’s almost as if she doesn’t really want to go like she’s claiming. “It’s Everett, baby.”

“What do you want with me?” she asks. I see the vulnerability, but suddenly I’m overtaken with my own. What if she thinks I’m crazy?

“If I told you, you might run.”

“Oh really? Are you one of those Doms?” she questions.

“Doms?” It takes me a minute to put it together. “No, no. I’m just interested in more than fucking you.” I suppose my attitude did give that impression. I’m not myself with her, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same boring guy again.

“Really? Why?”

“You know why. You have to feel it too.”

“I do, but I don’t understand it.”

I slide my left arm around her waist and drag her body to mine. The feeling is incredibly hard to explain, but I crave the softness of her skin. “Then we’re on the same page.”

“I doubt that. I need to go find my friend before she worries.” Even as she says that, she rolls her pussy up over my shaft, grinding against my zipper. She’s trying to do the right thing, but her body is telling her where she belongs.

“She’s with my cousin,” I tell her, hoping to keep her with me.

This pisses her off for some reason, and she pulls out of my arms. “Oh, so he’s into locking away women too?”

I drag her back where she belongs and then kiss the tip of her nose. “Nope They’re out there dancing.”

“So I’m forced to sit here and wait for you while she gets to have fun.”

“We could definitely have fun in here.” I slide my hand over her ass, rubbing it through the fabric. “If you want, I’ll take you dancing another time, but you can’t dance in that.”

“Last call.” We can hear it coming from outside the door.

“I can dance in this.” It’s hilarious that she thinks I believe her.

I give her an incredulous stare, tipping her chin, I ask, “Without exposing your luscious ass?”

“Yes.”

I let go of her, step back, and cross my arms to watch. “Show me.”

“No.”

“If your sweet, round ass doesn’t pop out of that skirt, I’ll take you out there and dance with you.”

“I don’t have any music.”