I think I like her even more than before. She doesn't have to elaborate further. She's said enough that anyone could put two and two together. People suck sometimes. The good people get the shitty end of the stick most of the time while the bad people come out smelling like roses. It's really a wonder that there are even still nice people in the world. You can tell even without knowing her that she has a pure heart. Those make the best friends.
"Are you from around here?"
"Not directly, but not all that far away. I'm from the outskirts. My family owns a farm in a small town. Anything and everything aside from gas stations, the local grocery store, and dollar stores requires a drive."
She pulls down one more costume and gathers them all in one hand, replacing the pole back on the hook it came from. "I think I know which one will be the winner, but a girl has to have options. Go try them on and let me know when you have the first one on. I'll look and see what we have for half pint over there."
I take them out of her hand and turn for the dressing room. "Oh, Karsyn, I'm going to need one for Breyson too."
"They are all made to be couple costumes. We find your best and then he has his. The woman makes the man look good, not the other way around. That’s basic woman fact number one. Now go."
In the midst of trying on all the costumes she gave me I can't find any I like. I feel like they're too revealing or too overused every Halloween. I pull the last one off the hanger and pull it on my body. I don't expect it to work, but once I get it on and look in the mirror I'm in love.
"Kinzleigh, are you in there?"
"Just a minute."
I twirl in the mirror as I look at the white Spartan dress. It has a halter neckline and drapes like a sheet. The top half of the dress is slit all the way down to the naval, but in a classy way, still covering both breasts and the midsection. The material is held firmly in place by the two gold bands that run horizontally across the torso: one under the breasts and the other just above the pelvis. According to the picture with the costume, it comes with an armband and disc earrings in the same bronzed gold as the dress bands.
I open the curtain to Breyson standing on the other side, and Karsyn beside him with a knowing grin. She winks. I'm not sure why until I look back at Breyson with his mouth hanging open as he follows the contours of my body with his eyes.
"I knew that would be the one."
"We'll take it." Breyson follows behind her previous comment without taking his eyes off of me. He makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive, but with no effort on his part at all.
"Even though you haven't seen what you'll be wearing?"
Karsyn is standing next to Breyson, but slightly behind him. I glance back over at her and she has a huge mischievous grin across her face.
I finally start to envision what a Spartan man wears, or at least based off of that television show I’ve seen. I instantly pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down to try and keep from laughing. I have no idea if Breyson will wear it, but damn will he probably look sexy if he does.
He looks back and forth between Karsyn and me. "Wait, what exactly do you call this?"
I'm about to open my mouth when Karsyn holds up the male version of the costume. "A Spartan."
She pushes the hanger into his chest. "Get to changing, cutie. Your woman has found the one. Better keep her happy."
He looks back at me. "I can find something else if you don't want to wear that."
He scans my costume once more. "Hell no. If it means you're wearing that I'll wear anything." He flashes that grin that makes my panties moist. "I'm enough of a man that I can handle it." He winks, making me want to pull him into this dressing room and have my way with him.
He disappears into the dressing room and I look back at Karsyn. She is trying not to laugh. I can tell by the glossy sheen coating her eyes and the tight smile across her lips. I just shake my head. She has no idea that Breyson isn't scared to do anything. He knows what kind of body he has. She just challenged him.
"I cannot believe men used to wear this shit." Breyson's mumbles start coming out from behind that curtain one by one.
Bryce is luckily still sleeping in his carrier, not making a sound. I walk further into the store where Karsyn is standing, and turn to face the two dressing rooms just as she is.
The curtain to the other dressing room finally opens and Breyson remains standing in the doorway with one arm against the frame. "Holy shit." Karsyn's thick accent comes out with no hint of laughter remaining behind it.
"Yep. He has that affect on people."
"That is one fine specimen of a man you have. I hope you realize no one that has ever tried that costume on has pulled it off. That's why it is always so funny, but him...damn girl, you are lucky you get to go home to that every night. No wonder you have a baby." She is talking with no shame in her voice and no effort to remain unheard.
I allow my eyes to enjoy the sight before me slowly. He's wearing a bronzed gold facemask that only reveals his eyes and mouth. His cape is connected over one shoulder with a small version of the shield he has clipped to his waist. The cape covers one half of his chest and one shoulder in front and then drapes down in the back. His sculpted stomach is bare, and his waist is covered with a brown, leather waistband that forms the top of the Chiton, or what we would classify as a knee length skirt. The sandal wraps up each leg, past his muscular calf, and he is holding a long sword.
I sigh. "Yes, I know. The effect of looking at him never dulls over time either."
We are standing here talking as if he's not directly across from me, staring at me with a grin on his face. Is it slightly embarrassing that we are both gaping at him shamelessly? Yes, but when you somehow catch a guy that looks like that you come to terms with the fact you'll always be gawking. Am I jealous someone else is ogling him too? No, because I'm the one that gets to take him home, and usually the ones that verbally gawk in the girl’s presence mean no harm anyway. It’s more of a compliment instead.
"I never knew a guy in a skirt would land that kind of a reaction out of women."
"Not a guy, baby, you in a skirt would land that kind of reaction."
"Is this the one we're going with?"
"I think it is. We may be finding that corner after all." I allow my eyes to rake down his body. I’m now ready for that amazing session I've waited two days for.
His eyes turn heated, his pupils changing in size.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is an AB conversation and I'm going to C my way out of it. Too much info guys. Meet me at the counter whenever you're ready to checkout."
I never look away from Breyson, but I can hear Karsyn's boots fading as she walks across the floor.
"Come here," he commands.
I walk over to him, stopping a few inches away. I want to touch him, and I want to undress him, but most of all I want to ride him. I want to rock his world and alter his universe the way he has mine. "Yes."
"You like what you see?"
"You know I do."
"You still want to go eat or do you want drive thru so I can take you home and show you what I want to do to you right now?"
"Well, that depends. Does it have something to do with stripping me naked?"
He grabs my hand in his. "Where's Bryce?"
I glance in the next dressing room to him still sleeping. "He's sleeping. I fed him right before we left."
He pulls me into the dressing room and shuts the curtain. He backs me against the wall, and places my hand on his hard erection. "Do you really have to ask?"
He makes me feel like a sex crazed addict. "I want to go home. I don't need food to survive. I need your touch, your kiss, and your love. The rest is optional."
"Go change. I'm taking you home and I'm going to spend the rest of the night making love to my wife..."
If that's what he says, then that's what it will be. He steps back to let me pass, smacking me on the butt as I do. "This is one time I need you to hurry."
I rush b
ack to my own dressing room and change quite possibly faster than I ever have. You would think my sexual want for him would have faded by now, but it's only gotten stronger with time. Every time he offers his body to me I feel like a beggar waiting for him to throw me a crumb. It's slightly pathetic the way falling in love with someone can make you feel. There is no magic cool button like a hairdryer when I'm around him. My emotions feel like they are constantly on repeat since his return, but I'll admit that I would gladly take this form of repeat than the sadness it was before.
As I'm getting my shirt back on he opens the curtain and picks up Bryce's carrier in one hand. With the other, he touches my cheek and leans in to kiss me. He always kisses me goodbye now. "I'll take him in my truck. Pay for the costumes and meet me at home. I'll run through and get us something to eat. Be waiting for me, preferably naked."
Only Breyson can say something like that and have you rushing to follow through. I gather my costume as he exits with our son. "Hey, you still have your base to the car seat, right?"
"Always, baby. It never comes out of my truck." He continues to walk forward as if he's on a mission with a deadline. I watch his retreating form all the way to the door. The man has a beautiful backside.
With both costumes in hand I walk to the register. Karsyn is sitting on a stool with a magazine open in front of her face. "You ready, little mama?"
Her personality is definitely unforgettable. "I am. Did you find an infant costume?"
"I did. It's a surprise though. No peeking until you get home. I think you'll like it."
She rings up the items and bags them. I hand her my card to pay for it. "How will I get in touch with you?"
She slides the register receipt across the counter. Scribbled across the top in a big, bubble handwriting is Karsyn Davies and her number. "I got you covered, little mama. Now, I know you're dying to set me up with the most perfect guy ever, so I'll add a disclosure. My number is for your use only, and although you probably have the most amazing and hottest single guy friend ever I'm not the least bit interested. Sorry, not sorry. No offense to you personally. It happens all the time, so I go ahead and get it out of the way before it's a thought."
I pick up the receipt and fold it in half, placing it in my wallet with my card. She hands me the bag and I take it, walking for the door. "See you Thursday?"
"I'll be the one in white," she says and winks. I take it she does it a lot in good humor. I think we will be great friends. For now, it's time to go enjoy my man...
Chapter 18
Kinzleigh
A hand with a ring finger wrapped in a metal band dips between my breasts and underneath the strip of fabric at the front of my dress, cupping over my right breast. He rubs my nipple between two fingers, hardening it. The gentle pulling is making me crazy. I look up from the eye shadow palette in my hand to Breyson smiling in the mirror.
"Have I told you lately that you're beautiful?"
"Yes, but I don't mind hearing it again. Like your favorite song some things are worth repeating over and over. Those amazing little compliments are definitely becoming a vital part of me."
His other hand snakes around my waist, pulling me against him. He's hard and ready, pressed against me. "You ready to get it?"
He knows I love when he talks dirty to me. My cheeks start to heat. "Where's Bryce?"
"Mom already picked him up. She had to drop something off for Mims, so she was already coming out here. Saves us from having to make a stop and gives us some alone time before we have to leave. I need to mark my territory before I have to watch guys drooling all over you. I want my scent covering you, repelling them. I want to plant my seed inside of you, consuming your thoughts for hours on end. I want you to still feel me even in my absence. For that, I need you thoroughly fucked and satisfied."
I lay my head against his bare chest. He's standing in only his trunk briefs that he will wear beneath his costume. His hair is still wet, fresh from a shower, and the smell that's emanating from his body is hypnotizing. "No one will be drooling over me. I don't know why you assume everyone will find me irresistible. In fact, to everyone but you I'm just an ordinary girl. I still haven't figured out why you do."
He moves his hand off my breast and already I want him to put it back. He runs it down my front until both hands are clenching material at thigh level. He starts inching my white dress up slowly, moving his face directly next to mine so that our reflections are level in the mirror.
He begins to whisper. "That's where you're wrong, beautiful. You are anything but ordinary. I'm about to show you just how powerful you are when I make you watch me in this mirror as I sink inside you and come apart completely. You will forever be and always have been my undoing, peeling me back layer by layer until you’ve stripped me completely bare, each and every time I’m with you."
So have you...
He hikes the skirt of my dress up to my waist, revealing the white lacy thong beneath. "Hands on the dresser," he commands. “And hold the dress.”
Oh my hell, I love when he gets bossy. I chunk the makeup into my makeup bag and do as he says. He places both hands underneath the waistband of my underwear at my hips, lightly trailing them around to my pelvis before continuing downward. He runs his middle finger through my folds, over the opening, wetting the tip of his finger and bringing it back up to my clit.
I close my eyes. "Look at me. I want you to watch."
He continues to rub up and down in a steady motion, almost as if he's matching the rhythm to music playing. My muscles contract uncontrollably, wanting to be filled by him.
He hooks the index finger of his free hand on the V section of my thong that lies above the crack of my butt, pulling the band over my round cheeks and down to my thighs. I'm so wet it's uncomfortable, yet he never stops rubbing my clit, making me crazy. "Reach back and pull my briefs down, then go back to your current position."
My breathing hitches from the excitement. The past few days between his busy schedule and both of us trying to care for Bryce we've become domesticated quickly, falling into a repetitive pattern of sex in bed before falling into a sleep induced coma. Not that I would complain it's still amazing. With his work schedule at the ranch and schoolwork, on top of football, he still makes time for Bryce and me. Our sex life has just become more of a ritual instead of the spontaneous way it used to be, but I guess that's part of marriage and babies.
I reach back and cup my hands on his waist, dipping them underneath the elastic band. The feel of his smooth skin as I push it over his firm butt is only exciting me further. Don't ask me why but I've always loved his ass. Once I get the band below his rounded backside, I trail my hands around to the front, brushing against the length of his shaft as I move my hand upward to pull the front of his underwear out and over the head, allowing his erection to spring free from the confinement of his underwear as its hardened position rests against his pelvis.
Once the head is bared I push his briefs in a line down his center, tracing back down his length, and ending with his testicles in one hand, wrapping the opposite around his dick. He sucks in air and runs his finger down my folds roughly, inserting his finger into my opening, and shoves it as deep as he can get it. I moan. I can't control it. It feels too good.
"You better be ready for it, baby, because you're about to get it."
I nod against his chest and rub my fisted hand up and down his dick. I love the way it feels in my small hand. He takes a step back with a throaty groan as I start circling my thumb over his head, spreading the pre-cum around. "Hands back on the dresser and bend forward. Now."
I do as he says in anticipation for the way it feels on first entry. It's like getting that first taste of junk food after you've fasted from it for weeks. Your hunger for it is enough to drive you insane, but it's not near as overwhelming as when you actually taste and feel the texture against your tongue.
I bend forward with my hands clenched on each corner of the dresser, but remain watching him in the mirror
, standing tall behind me as I bare myself to him completely, giving him the access he needs.
He pulls his finger out of me, but leaves it lingering over my clit as he aligns his head at my entrance with his free hand. He takes his time, circling the head in the wetness that is steadily increasing in amount, toying with me. I've never been so damn ready for him to screw me. I feel like I could scream from the void he's leaving me with.
He makes no effort to relieve me of the raging hormones that are consuming my blood stream. I even press my ass further into the hard tip he's teasing me with. He's already stimulated my clit at such a slow mechanical rhythm in an effort to keep me from coming that I'm sexually frustrated.
I can't stand it any longer. "Breyson! For the love of my mental health would you please fuck me already!"
At the very second I get the last word out he slams into me, burying himself completely. It's as if I've finally scratched an itch that has been pestering the shit out of me. It's such a relief.
He grabs me by the shoulder and leans forward at a dead standstill. "I was waiting on you to ask, baby."
He straightens his stance, thrusting slowly at first while he begins rubbing my clit again. I'm so lost in a world of fantasy that I can't think of anything but how good he feels inside me, and his hands touching me in the most intimate way possible.
The more he gets used to the rhythm of the two opposing directions going at the same time, he begins thrusting harder and faster. The mixture of sensations is almost too much to handle, making me back up into him more, as well as clenching tighter on the dresser with the sensitivity increasing underneath his finger. My eyes start to close.
"Watch me. I want you to see what you do to me." I arch my back as he deepens his thrusts, and moans start escaping from my mouth one by one, uncontrollably. With each arch of my back I bare myself to him more, giving him better access. The angle is causing him to hit against something inside, only fueling the orgasm that is building. With each hit it hurts, but it also feels amazing: a painful pleasure.
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