by Frankie Love
“I hope someone made a kinky sex dungeon,” Connor snorts. This guy is a fucking piece of work. “Maybe Ava will tie you up, Andy.”
I lift my eyebrows. “Not cool. I told you once not to mention her name. I’m not going to say it again, understood?”
“You’re serious about her?” he asks.
“Damn straight. She’s my girl.” Then I leave the kitchen and the house. I need to see my Halloween honey.
When I get to the mansion I’m glad to see there are cars lining the street. It is the perfect fall evening. A chill to the air, but clear skies. It’s awesome that these sorority sisters chose to give back like this. It makes me excited about what charity work I’ll be able to do if I sign with a team this winter.
“Hey there, Andy Stafford!” the blonde ticket taker asks when I get to the front of the line.
“Do I know you?” I ask, taking in the entrance of the haunted house. Carved pumpkins are lit, spooky music echoes around us, and ghosts hang from the big oak trees in the yard.
“Probably not, but everyone knows you.” She laughs. “I’m Jeanie by the way.”
“Well, Jeannie,” I say, adding my donation to the box on the table next to her. “I’m here to see Ava McIntyre. Any idea where she might be?”
Jeanie’s eyebrows raise. “Oh, I know where she is.” She giggles. “You’re gonna love what she planned. When you get upstairs, hang a right. The first room on the left.”
“Thanks,” I say, wondering what she means by that. But before I can think about it too much, the line behind me forces me to pick up the pace and enter the house.
It’s haunted and eerie and cackling laughter echoes from a surround system. College students fill every corridor I pass, but I don’t stop to say hello. I’m headed for the stairs--nowhere else.
I climb them quickly as thick fog surrounds my ankles. The pictures on the wall move--making me think I unknowingly took a portal into Harry Potter World at Universal Studios.
After taking a right at the top of the stairs, I quickly find myself in front of the first door on the left. There’s a card hanging from the door handle, and I take it off to read.
“Please wait, Housekeeping is in the room!”
Looking around, I see lots of couples sneaking into rooms, groping hands, and sultry laughter everywhere. Unsure, I knock.
“Uh, Ava?”
“No, it’s just housekeeping.” Then the door opens slightly, and I see Ava dressed in a French maid costume, duster in hand.
“Oh, hell, woman.”
She bites the corner of her red stained lips. “Did you need turn down service, Sir?”
I adjust my growing cock. “Looks like it.”
She nods as if taking her role seriously. She lifts the card from the doorknob and flips it around. The words on the backside reads, “Do Not Disturb.”
I follow her into a master bedroom. A canopied bed that looks like it was built in a different century is in the center of the room and glowing candlesticks cover every surface. Creepy piano music fills the room and I look up, seeing cobwebs stuck to the ceiling.
Ava turns toward me. “Do you like it? The room?”
I run a hand over my jaw. “Ava, the room is great, but you? Fuck, you look insane.”
“I do?” She looks down at herself in her tiny little costume. A black skirt that barely covers her ass and pussy. A little apron tied around her waist. Fishnet thigh highs and black stilettos. A black corset pushes her tits nice and high and she has her long dark hair in a bun on the top of her head.
I reach for her, pulling her body against my own. I take the feather duster from her hand, smack her round ass with it.
“You're filthy-dirty, Andy. Let me clean you up.”
I cup her jaw with my hand. “I’m the dirty one? Girl, you’re the one who came up with a kinky Halloween costume, not me.”
“You were my inspiration though,” she says, unbuckling my jeans. My raging cock is free and she strokes me “I hoped you’d like the gesture.”
“I love it.” I squeeze her ass as her fingers fondle my tight balls. God, I want this woman. Her eyes widen as I pull down her corset, taking her tit in my mouth, sucking her hard nipple like it is mine. Tonight, it is. My cock grows with need as my other hand moves against her warm cunt, so ripe and ready.
“In fact,” I tell her, my fingers dipping inside her sweet cream. “I’m falling in love with you.”
“You are?”
“I know it’s fast, but this is real.”
“It’s not about the sex?” she asks, panting for breath as I finger fuck her.
“No,” I say. “It’s about you and me.”
“For the record,” she whimpers, my hand coated in her come. “I’m falling in love with you too.”
She kisses me softly and my fingers run up and down her slit, as I lift her up to sit her on a dresser, careful to avoid the lit candles. She’s gasping for breath now as I flick her needy clit, her knees spread and her pussy mine. I lower myself to my knees, needing to lick her up, taste her release. My tongue laps up her sweetness, sucking hard on her pussy like she needs. Her fingers thread through my hair as I move my tongue up and down her heat.
She’s so close, her breath ragged, she holds on to me as if for dear life as I finger bang her into oblivion. Her sweet cunt pulses with life and when her pussy tightens against my mouth I know my girl is ready. She comes, hard against me, moaning and fighting for control. I tongue her as she screams my name.
When she finishes, her legs shake, and I stand, wrapping my arms around my sweet thing. “I can’t believe you didn’t wear panties, Ava. Who saw you in this little ensemble?”
She laughs, still catching her breath. “No one, I swear. I put it on after I got here. But I like the idea of you not wanting anyone to see me like this.”
“I don’t. I want you for my eyes only. No way could I handle other men on campus seeing you like this, so fucking hot. They’d be imagining themselves with their cocks buried in your cunt. I couldn’t stand it, Ava.”
“Well, since I didn’t wear my panties, I guess I might be the dirtier one out of the two of us.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I say, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. “But maybe you’re right. After all, I did clean your room the other day.”
She covers her face as I lean over her, my thick cock, grinding against her willing body. “You saw my... toy, didn’t you?”
“I did, and it made me so fucking hard, thinking of you with your legs spread, coming against that hot pink vibrator.”
“I was thinking of you, Andy, as I came.”
“Fuck, I want you so damn badly.”
“Good,” she says as I bring my cock to her warm, slick pussy. “Because that’s what I want too.”
Ava
Three years later …
I’m so nervous I can hardly breathe. Every cell in my body is awake. My voice is raw since I haven’t stopped cheering for hours. Andy’s mom and siblings stand with me, all of us on edge. My mother’s by my side, cheering the team on. We’re all here, together. A family, rooting for our champion, Andy.
The Super Bowl is the dream and here we are, living it.
The clock is almost out. We need one last touchdown to win the game.
“Go, go, go!” I scream along with thousands of other fans in the stadium. There are millions of people at home rooting on Andy Stafford, the love of my life, my husband, and the soon-to-be father of my child, as he runs, attempting to pass the football to the halfback.
But the halfback is intercepted and Andy is forced run the ball into the end zone.
“YES!!!” The stadium is on their feet as Andy makes the winning touchdown.
The team rushes my husband, lifting him to their shoulders. Confetti swirls everywhere, the celebratory music blasts around us as champagne corks fly. Happy tears streak down my face as I watch from the stands where the families of the players sit.
“He did it!�
�� Andy’s mother cries, and I wrap my arm around her, both of us overwhelmed with pride for the man we love so dearly.
Andy’s eyes search for mine in the crowd. He sees me, and I see him and it’s like falling in love all over again. I’ve never been prouder than I am at this moment. I press my hand to my belly, amazed at this beautiful life I’ve been given.
It’s incredible and all I want is to wrap him in my arms. It takes a while, but eventually, we are able to get to the field and Andy runs toward me, kissing me, his hands in my hair and cameras are flashing everywhere. It’s the moment of a lifetime, and here we are, living it.
“I love you, Andy,” I tell him.
“I love you more,” he says, kissing me like it’s the first time. Every day is like that with Andy. He makes me feel so special, so wanted. When we got married a year ago, we promised to have and to hold, to protect, to cherish, to honor. And Andy is a man of his word.
He runs his hand over my belly. The jersey I wear with Andy’s number is stretched tightly over my nine-month-pregnant bump and the baby kicks back at his daddy.
“He’s cheering for you too,” I say laughing through tears.
Suddenly though, I’m not laughing anymore.
“What is it?” Andy says, seeing the look in my eye.
“Andy,” I whisper in shock. “My water… it just broke!”
His eyes widen and he steps back, looking at my feet that are now sloshed wet.
“Oh, my God.” His handsome face breaks into a massive grin as he turns, getting the attention of everyone around us. There are hundreds of people on the field. It’s a madhouse, and we’re gonna need help to get to the hospital. “My wife is about to have our baby,” he shouts. “Her water broke!”
Reporters turn their attention toward me, and a team medic arrives, clearing the way. I am going to have a baby--today.
I’ll be more than a grad student, more than the wife of the sexiest NFL quarterback of all time. I’m going to be a mother. And soon.
I look around, wanting to memorize every last detail of this perfect moment. I can’t believe it’s happening now. My jeans are soaked with my water and I’d be embarrassed if this wasn’t the happiest, twice-blessed day of my life.
“I made such a mess,” I say laughing in shock as I’m helped into a wheelchair.
Andy leans down and kisses me. “You always were a dirty girl.”
Baby Gravy
A Second Helpings Romance
It’s been four years since I saw my best friend’s sister.
Back then, I wasn’t ready for forever — and Autumn wanted one thing: a bun in the oven.
Now, I’m home from the Marines and am ready to give her everything she craves.
I’m hungry as hell and it’s time for our second helping at love.
When I join her family for Thanksgiving dinner, she wasn’t expecting me to be there.
And she comes with a date.
I missed out on giving her what she wanted last time — I won’t make the same mistake twice.
I’m not leaving this holiday without giving her my baby gravy.
She knows she wants it: thick and creamy and finger lickin’ good.
The season’s about gratitude, right?
Well, I’ll give my girl a reason to thank God I’m back in town.
Dear Reader,
I saved the juiciest piece for you!
This one is deliciously insane and a little more punny than you’re used to.
Don’t worry, this lil’ story will make that drive to your in-laws as sweet as candied yams and sexier than basting that bird!
XO, frankie
#ButterMyBiscuits #CornThatCob #GreenBeanMyCasserole #MashMyPotatoes #ThatLastOneMakesNoSense #DoAnyOfThem #SorryNotSorry
***This is a super short story that’s part of the Second Helpings series … all Thanksgiving-dinner themed standalones!
Check out all the fun and quick holiday stories by these other incredible authors: Sierra Hill, Alexis Adaire, Tessa Blake, Olivia Hawthorne, Laney Powell, Vivian Ward, Derek Masters, Dori Lavelle, Sher Dillard and Tracy Lorraine.
Russet
I’ve spent four years as a Marine.
Four long, hard years where I’ve been putting my life on the line for my country. I’ve seen shit, I’ve done shit.
And it’s taught me a lot of things.
But one thing rises to the top of that list.
All that bullshit — the stuff I used to think mattered: fucking around, being my own man — it means nothing.
Not when there is a woman at home.
The woman.
The one and only woman that matters.
The one whose heart I broke the day I left.
She wanted forever; she was willing to commit. To me. A man with no money, no house, no place to put down roots.
She was willing to go all in. And I walked away, scared. Scared of that kind of commitment. She was only eighteen. The last thing a girl as perfect as Autumn Wood needed was her older brother’s best friend knocking her up and ruining her life. And that is just what I would’ve done.
Now I’m back. Putting on a clean shirt and running a hand over my cropped hair, I know I don’t look so different than when I was saw her last, but inside?
Inside I’m a changed man.
My phone buzzes and I reach for it.
Grayson: You coming? Mom says dinner is in an hour.
Me: Yep, even bringing her flowers.
Grayson: Suck up.
Me: You know she’s always been like a mom to me.
Grayson: I know, fucker, just messin’. See you soon, it’s been a long ass time and everyone’s asking about you.
I pause, my thumbs on the keypad. I want to ask if Autumn has been wondering how I’ve been … but I know she wouldn’t want me to. She didn’t want anyone to know about our stolen kisses the summer I left, the summer she graduated high school and was willing to throw caution to the wind.
She wanted me. Bad.
I wanted her. I just didn’t know how to show her.
The only reason I never slept with her before I left was knowing that a girl like her deserved so much more than I could give. I wasn’t going to take her virginity if I wasn’t prepared to hold her heart.
Now? Now I’ll fucking cradle her in my arms to the day I die.
I get in the truck I rented for the month I’m home, and lock up the extended stay motel room. Not exactly classy, but I’m headed back to duty after Christmas. Most Marines have family to go home to. I was never that guy. Family was a four-letter word to me. I grew up in foster care, and by the grace of God I had the foresight to enlist when I was nineteen. If I hadn’t I don’t want to think about where I’d have ended up.
So, I don’t have a place to call home, but when Gunney told me I needed to use some of my leave, I knew in my heart it was time.
Time to go back for Autumn. I’ve been dying to ask Grayson about her, but I know it will start a conversation I’m not prepared to finish. I need to speak with her before I speak to anyone else.
Stopping at the grocery store on my way to the Woods’ house, I run in for the flowers for Lindy. When I’m in the checkout line, I see Johanna Smith behind the register.
“Wow, it’s Thanksgiving not Halloween,” she says, crossing her arms. “So explain to me why I’m seeing a ghost.”
“Hey, Jo,” I say, running a hand over my smooth jaw. “Long time.”
“Yeah, real long.”
The flowers move closer on the conveyor belt and I wait for her to grab them. She doesn’t.
“You know, lots of people talking about you. You some hero now, right?”
“Not so sure about all that,” I say, clearing my throat. I hate attention like this, though I’ve been getting it a lot for the last few weeks since receiving the Marine Corps Medal.
“You rescued, like, an entire family from drowning. It’s crazy. I mean, you were always such a …”
I frown. I know how this
ends. The way I’m seen with my Marine brothers is very different than how people in Meadow Hollow see me. Here, I’m the screw up, the teenager getting kicked out of class, smoking and drinking way too much.
“People change,” I say, nodding toward the flowers.
Johanna reaches for them. “Who are these for?” she asks as she rings them up.
“Lindy Wood, headed to Grayson and Autumn’s place for Thanksgiving dinner.”
“I know that.” She smirks. “Well, tell Grayson I said hi, and let him know I get off at four.”
“Will do,” I say. Since when does Grayson spend time with Johanna Smith? She was always so damn judgmental.
“Everyone in town has been talking about how you were on the news. Everyone is just really proud of you.” She twists her lips before continuing. “And, Russet, I know I’ve been a bitch in the past, and coming from me, this probably doesn’t really matter, but I’m really proud of what you did in the Indian Ocean. The world needs more real heroes right now.”
I wave goodbye, wondering what universe I live in now where I’m getting well wishes from girls like Johanna Smith, but I don’t have time to dwell on how she’s changed.
But as I drive to the Woods’ house, I can’t help but worry.
Has Autumn changed too?
Autumn
“Just don’t be weird,” I say, applying my lipstick in Tommy’s new Honda Civic as he drives us to my mom’s house.
“Why would I be weird?” he asks. “You’re the one who’s been totally bent out of shape about this dumbass holiday.”
I press my red lips together. “Tommy, first of all, it’s not a dumb holiday. It’s Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday of the year.”
He laughs, pulling up to the house. There are already a few cars here. “Yeah, not surprised.” He pinches my waist, my little muffin top playfully. “You like second helpings, don’t you?”
