Red Hot Night (Trick-or-Treat Collaboration)

by C. M. Steele

  “Wow, you’re in a hurry to get out of here. Where are we going?" I ask him. He's so tense that his knuckles whiten as he clenches his fists around the wheel.

  He turns his head slightly and smiles at me. "To my house. It's not too far from here. About ten minutes. Text your friend to let her know you're okay."

  "Why? She doesn't seem to care."

  "I'm sure she does. She told me I better take care of you."

  I don't tell him about her earlier text. Bitch needs to stay with the cousin because this older man belongs to me. I wonder how old he is. He hasn't been out of college long, so he has to be in his twenties, but that's all I got.

  "You could be a murdering psycho."

  "And yet here you are with me. Besides, my cousin could vouch for my non-homicidal tendencies. Well, almost. That Merrick fuck has a serious hard-on for you.” Everett snarls with an unabashed hatred for my stalker.

  "Yeah, I suspected it today in class." Yes. That's a headache I don't need. I should have known better. No guy is that good of a friend, waiting for you before class to talk to you.

  "Really? Did he touch you?"

  "Not like that. Are you always this territorial?"

  "Never.” He shakes his head as if this surprises him as much as it does for me. "Now, sit back and relax."

  "So, Lena, what's your last name?" He takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers and bringing them to his lips.

  "Denton,” I stammer out. It’s those small gentlemanly acts that make my heart race. God, I know how naïve I’m being, but I want him to be my first and my forever.

  "Yours?"

  “Williams.” He smiles to himself like there’s an inside joke to it, but I just ignore it.

  Chapter Seven

  Everett

  Fuck, the smell of the sweet heat between her thighs coats the air in the car. I'm wild with lust to claim her. If I were a vampire, I'd want to bite gently between her legs as I’d eat her pussy out. My dick is so damn hard, I can barely focus on the road. I do my best to think of something that'll calm me down and it works for a minute, but then she started asking questions.

  She stares at me like I've lost my mind and maybe I have, but I want her to have my last name.

  "You know, if you don't want to do this tonight, we can wait. This isn't going to be a one-off. I want you naked and in my bed every night."

  She blushes, and I catch the edge of it as she turns away to look out the window. Even her profile is perfect. She's naturally beautiful, especially when she smiles.

  The ride to my home has never felt this long. I wonder what she's going to think of it. I hope she likes it. I know it's only my vacation home, but I want her to love everything about me. It's strange, but I want her approval.

  We turn onto my block and there's only three houses, all of them over four thousand square feet and brick builds. Her eyes widen as I pull into my driveway. My two other cars are parked there, and she assumes that I don't live alone.

  "I hope we don't wake anyone."

  "We won't," I say, turning off the engine and then jumping out of my SUV. Well, it depends how soundproof the house is. It's technically Halloween morning, so I plan to keep her wrapped up in my arms all day until it's time to pass out candy. I've already stocked up on candy bars, or rather, my housekeeper has.

  She steps out and right into my arms.

  "This place is gorgeous." She gasps in awe.

  "Thanks. Let me show you the inside." I take her hand and lead her through the garage and inside a long hallway.

  "It's so big. Any particular room?" My dick stiffens to the point I think the fucker is going to break.

  I pull her into my arms and fall back against the living room wall. "Oh, one really big one." My hands move onto her ass, cupping her cheeks. Fuck, I'm regretting the whole jeans thing now. I press my cock against her seam, letting her know how big I am. My balls are tightening, ready to come like an eager teen.

  "Why don't you show me?" she asks, biting my lower lip.

  "Fuck, I'm doing my best to control myself before I fuck you on the steps. Hold on tight, baby." I grip her tight and lift her into my arms with her legs wrapped around my waist. "Time to show me what's under those panties."

  I take the steps two at a time, unable to go slow. The master bedroom is down the long hallway off the main staircase. As soon as we're at my door, I open it and close it behind me. The moonlight seeps through the curtain, but I need to see more of her. I flick on the lights and carry her to the bed, setting her down on her feet. She kicks off her heels and drops to even shorter than I thought.

  She licks her lips and unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down her body as I watch, completely fascinated. Now, she’s standing only in the mini dress that I don’t want to ever see her wear again.

  I have to get her naked—my entire body is shaking with hunger. Never have I wanted to touch a woman's soul. I want her to love me, which is insane. The way she responds to each kiss, panting and wanting more, drives me wild. I scoop her up and toss her onto the bed. My need is taking over my senses. I need to be between her thighs, eating her up.

  Grabbing the seam of that skimpy dress, I tear it to shreds. She gasps, but I stop her outrage with my mouth on her hardened nipple, licking her tiny bud. I move to the other side, laving and sucking on her peak. "No bra?" I ask the obvious question.

  "I…didn't…need…it,” she chokes out between moans.

  “What I need is to be inside you.” I drop back and step off the bed, taking off all my clothes in a rush. My virginity makes me a little unsure, but my natural instincts kick in. On the hunt, I climb onto the bed, kissing her lips and then sliding them lower. Moving from one breast to the other, I whisper all the things I want to do to her. “Fuck, my cock aches to make you mine.” My hand skims down her flank and along her hip, pulling her leg over my hip, grinding my shaft on her slit. Our eyes meet, and she looks at me with curiosity and nervousness.

  “Are you sure you want this, Lena? Once I take your pussy, there’s no going back. You’re mine, and no one else will ever come between us. Do you want to be mine?” She nods, but that’s not enough. I want to hear it roll off her soft lips. I slip a finger into her tight pussy, causing her hips to flex up and her walls to clench around me. “Say it aloud.”

  “I’m yours. I’m yours,” she pants, reaching up and grabbing my shoulders to pull me down. Our mouths connect in a sloppy kiss. I line my cock up with her slit, rubbing it up and down until both of us are shaking and my tip is soaked with our juices.

  “This is going to hurt. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I want you inside of me.”

  I push through her sheath. It’s tighter than a glove, choking my shaft. I pull out and in, giving her more, one inch at a time.

  “You’re mine,” I grunt as I slam through her thin barrier. I can barely contain my need to come. The only thing that stops me is the tears falling from her tightly shut eyes.

  “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Just give me a minute.”

  “All the time you need.” I bend down and kiss her tears while I do my best not to move my lower half. “I never meant to hurt you.”

  “It’s okay. I think I’m ready.” She grabs my cheeks and kisses me. The bold move causes my cock to jerk and spurt a little more pre-come lubing her core enough for me to work myself in and out of her depths. Slowly her face changes from pain to lust-filled desire. Once we’re both on the same page, I press my hands to the mattress and start thrusting faster and faster. She wraps her legs around my waist, linking her ankles, accepting me until her pussy pulses out of control, squeezing and making me come.

  “Fuck. That was amazing.”

  “Oh my, have I been missing out.”

  “Do you think you have it in you to do that all again?”

  “Nothing wrong with trying.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lena

  It’s only four in the morning and I’m lying naked, innocen
t no more, with the sexiest man alive by my side, and I know nothing about him except he seems to live beyond his means as a bartender. I spin around to look at him, pulling the covers over my breasts. He grabs the edge and tries playfully to tug it back down.

  “Um…I need to ask you something. Um…” I stammer, holding the material tightly in my hand.

  He brushes a stray hair off my face, peering into my soul as if he’s mesmerized by me. “Anything.”

  I finally gather the nerve and blurt out, “Um…Do you sell drugs or something?”

  Laughing, he barks out, “What? What kind of question is that? Shit, I thought you would go with assuming I was married or something.” Everett sits up, leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed but relaxed, waiting for me to continue.

  “I mean, this house is way too impressive and your car costs a lot for a bartender. Wait, are you married?”

  He smiles and shakes his head. “Of course I’m not married. Well, at least until we get married. Maybe I make great tips.” I raise my brow to him because that’s total bullshit. What—is he stripping at the bar on weeknights? I sit up too, keeping the sheet over my chest. It’s my turn to wait for an acceptable answer.

  “I don’t own the bar or work there regularly. I was doing a favor for my grandfather. It’s his place, and he had a heart attack. There are few people he trusts to run it, so that’s why I did it.”

  I twist to him and press my hand on his chest, rubbing over his heart. “Sorry about your grandfather.”

  He slips his arm around my waist, then snuggles me close to his side, kissing the top of my head. “Thank you. He’s resting at his home.”

  I look up at him, grinning. “Since you don’t sell drugs and bartend on the side, what do you do?”

  “I own a large real estate firm.”

  “You sell houses?” He doesn’t give me that kind of vibe.

  “No. I don’t. I buy, sell, and repair primarily business properties around the world.”

  “Wow, around the world?”

  “Yes. It’s a lucrative business if done right. My investments are always examined in depth before I risk making a move on a project. I was in London when my uncle called to tell me about my grandfather.”

  “And you flew right back. That’s so sweet.” I’m crushing super hard right now.

  Everett’s cheeks flush with embarrassment, so he continues to play off his kindness. “I’d do anything for that old coot. He’s the reason I’ve been so fortunate in life. In fact, he has no idea how great my fortunes have improved since I visited him today.” He drags me onto his lap, straddling him with the sheet no longer between us. I can feel his thick shaft along my slit, grinding against my nub. A shiver runs through me as I think about him taking me just like this.

  “Getting lucky doesn’t seem like that big of a deal for a guy like you. I’m sure you can have several women a day if you wanted.”

  “I’m not that kind of guy.” He seems like he wants to say more but stops himself. Instead, he goes right for the kill shot. “So, is there a story behind that accident of yours?”

  My heart rises into my throat. “There is, but I don’t want to talk about it right now,” I mutter, tucking my head down, avoiding his gaze.

  Everett cups my chin, tipping my head up. Reading the pain in my eyes, he bites out through clench teeth, “Fuck, don’t tell me some bastard laid his hands on you.”

  I shake my head, trying to decide what I should tell him. I have to be honest with him, if not for any other reason than he might find out if we continue this thing between us. “No, not exactly. I don’t know if you heard about the bank robbery in Chicago a few weeks back.”

  “I did.”

  “I was the woman he shot.” He blanches, and then his face hardens. Instantly, I’m wrapped up in his arms and he breathes in my scent. “I’m going to find this bastard, and when I do, he’s a dead man,” he snarls in my ear.

  “Everett, you’re squeezing too tight.”

  “Sorry, love.” He loosens his grip immediately and looks me over to see if anything’s wrong.

  “I’m fine. It’s just the reason I’m out here tonight. I’ve been hiding away for weeks. First it was for recovery purposes, but my fear hasn’t allowed me much freedom. I can’t go back to work at the bank, so I’ll be dipping into my savings soon.”

  “Thank you for telling me the truth. Now, let’s get some sleep because we have a big day ahead.”

  “What about Briana?” I almost forgot about her completely.

  “I suppose she’ll go home with my cousin in the morning, but don’t worry about her.” I kiss his jaw, then cuddle onto his chest as he slides us down against the pillows. His heart’s beating fast, and I listen to it until it lulls me to sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Everett

  “Good morning,” I whisper in her ear. I’m sure it’s probably past noon, but it’s morning to us.

  “Morning.” She snuggles into my side, pressing her lips to my chest. My dick, which hasn’t gone down all night, jerks up, hitting her thigh. “Ooh,” she moans, lifting herself over me.

  “You need something, sweetheart?”

  She nods. “Tell me what you need. Say it.”

  “I need you inside me.” She rolls her hips, trying to relieve her own ache. I lift her up and push my cock through her soaking wet lips. Watching my thickness disappearing into her slit is so fucking hot. We both groan as her heated, swollen pussy slides down me.

  “Now that you got me where you want me, what do you want to do with me?”

  “I want to ride you until we come, but I need your help.”

  “Gladly.” I grasp her hips, pumping her up and down and pounding deep inside of her, causing her tits to bounce to the rhythm. I move up into a seated position because I need them in my mouth. Cupping each of the perfect round globes, I rub my thumbs over her nipples and watch the sexy sight before me. Fucking hell, my cock jerks as she tosses her head back, moaning my name.

  Her walls pulse around me, sucking the cum out of my balls. I coat her unprotected womb with a smile on my face. She collapses, her head falling onto my chest.

  “Time for a nap, love.” I lay us back down and cuddle for a little bit when my phone goes off, forcing me out of bed. "Hello," I grumble.

  "Hello, Everett. Is that any way to greet your mother?” Fucking hell—this isn’t what I need today. Of all people, she’s one of the last I want to speak to, especially with Lena around.

  "I was sleeping. What's up?" I lie because I don’t want her in my damn business in the least.

  She’s pissed me off one time too many. The last was learning that she’s been staying with my grandparents with her good-for-nothing husband. "You? Sleeping? Oh yeah, that's right. You were slaving away at that old bar of his."

  The way she speaks about my grandfather makes me angry. She’s never appreciated his kindness. Instead, she resented his rules. "Is there something you want?"

  "I was wondering if we can stay with you. The old shrew doesn't want me here when Dad gets home."

  "Sorry. I'm not going to be here. I'm going back home today." I don’t hesitate to lie to her. After all, I learned from the best.

  "Oh. Maybe we could stay with you there."

  "No. Why aren't you both in Chicago?"

  "Things didn't work out the way we thought they would. We've been here for a couple of weeks, but we're low on funds." I wonder if they’re the reason my grandfather had a heart attack.

  "I'll send you some money."

  "I knew you'd be a doll." And that’s all she really called for. I wish she’d straighten up and want more out of life than mooching off the next person she meets.

  "Bye."

  I end the call and see Lena looking at me in shock.

  "An ex-wife?" She’s grabbing her clothes off the floor.

  I close the distance and toss the clothes on the bed. Ignoring the indignation on her face, I correct her before she overreacts. "No
, don't get jealous. You've got nothing and no one to be jealous of. That was my train wreck of a mother, and I never touched a woman until last night."

  "Wait...are you saying? No, you can't be saying that."

  "What, that I'm a twenty-four-year-old virgin? Yes. That's what I was saying. A woman who left me on my grandparents’ doorstep while she went from one man to the next gave me a healthy distrust of most women, and her conniving, money-hungry ways kept my dick out of them. I can’t say it was easy at all. From the time I hit twelve I knew about sex, but I kept myself busy. I was kind of a super nerd who went to college early so I didn’t have time to screw women, and being a minor kept a lot of women away from me. Once I was old enough, I didn’t want to ruin my life with an accidental pregnancy.”

  "Oh, shit. That’s insanely incredible.” A gasp escapes her lips and she freezes, staring up at me. “We didn't. I'm not…"

  She stumbles on her words, but I have a feeling where she’s going with this. I egg her on. "Not what?"

  "I'm not on anything and we...we didn't use anything." She’s biting her lip, but she doesn’t have a single thing to worry about.

  "Good. I want you to have my babies."

  "I thought. I don't know what I was thinking last night. Well, this morning.” She continues to stumble on her words.

  "You were thinking that I was saying that I wanted my baby in you in the heat of the moment. Not a chance. I meant every word. In fact, maybe we should try again to make sure you get pregnant quick."

  "You're nuts." She swats my chest.

  "About you." I bend down and kiss her soft lips. Fuck, I want this to last forever, but I know reality is going to set in and my obligations are going to get in the way.

  I step away and look for some clean clothes. I’m glad this house has some of my things. That way I don’t have to live out of a suitcase when I visit. “I’ll be out in ten, and then it’s all yours.”