“You are sending me mixed signals, Kasey. Your words say one thing, but the vice grip your thighs have on me are telling me something else entirely.” I feel his cock harden again inside me.
“What am I telling you?” I demand, smirking. I know exactly what I want from this man. I just want to be his, but I certainly don’t want him to be trapped with me.
“You are telling me that you want to be bred by me,” he says, fucking into me again.
“Oh God. I do. I do. I really do.” I scream, meeting him thrust for thrust. When I cum again, he keeps slamming into me. Finally, after I cum for the third or was it fourth time, he finishes in me again.
“I love you, Kase.” He grunts, before kissing me hard. He pulls out of me and lays down beside me.
“I love you too Xander,” I say, breathlessly.
Who knew amazing sex was so fucking exhausting? I move to the far side of the bed, farthest from the door, and snuggle under the covers. He gets in on the other side and lays down next to me. I don’t know what the etiquette is, but I don’t think I am a person who snuggles.
Chapter Five
Xander
Fuck. That is the best thing I have ever experienced. Even now, I want her still. Now that I have claimed her, I will not waste another second. I am going to ask her to marry me tonight and I had already spoken to her father this morning. Even though, it isn’t exactly necessary anymore, he did appreciate the gesture. The conversation with her dad through me for a loop. His only reply was ‘about damn time, son’. I guess everyone knew how I felt about Kasey, except her.
I am still having trouble believing she was a virgin. The caveman side of me is extremely possessive I am the first and only one she has been with. She is one hundred percent all mine. Thinking about her tight pussy is making me hard all over again.
I look over at her sleeping form. She does in fact snore when she sleeps in a bed and I have a king size bed. We started out on opposite sides, but throughout the night we managed to gravitate to the middle of the bed, together. She is laying on her stomach with her little hands tucked up under her chin. Her right leg is pulled upwards, towards her chest. It is the weirdest sleeping position I have ever seen.
It’s still dark out. Checking my watch, I see that it is only one am. We had made love for over three hours. I dress quickly and grab her car keys from the floor as I make my way downstairs. I need to check on the house and make sure everything is ok. The party is still going strong and it will continue to do so for another two hours or so. In the living room, I find her sister’s and their guys have claimed all the furniture.
“I see you came up for air,” Eva says, from her position on Jaime’s lap in the arm chair.
“I did. Kasey is sleeping if you guys are ready to head out. I brought her keys, so I could drop you guys off.”
“Our hero,” Nikki says. “You didn’t rip my dress, did you? It took me three days to sew those fringes by hand.”
“I did not,” I say as I follow them out the door.”
Forty minutes or so later, I am back at the frat house. As soon as I walk in, Clara plasters herself to me again trying to kiss me. I try to push her off, but she is so drunk I don’t get a chance to before she stumbles.
Looking up the stairs, I see Kasey standing on the landing. Dammit. I move to help her up because I am a gentleman after all.
“You aren’t even going to help me up?” Clara whines, not recognizing that is what I was trying to do. I stop midway when Kasey peels up in front of me. My eyes travel down her body. Her hair, that was elaborately braided when she got here, is about five feet wide off her head. She only has one of my t-shirts on. It’s long and covers her to her knees, but I know she doesn’t have panties on under there. Also, she is walking on this beer-laden floor, barefoot. She leans down to help Clara up from the floor, while going as far as to dust the dirt from her shoulder.
“Clara, I am only going to say this one time. Leave my man alone. I don’t want to have to kick your ass.”
“You couldn’t kick my ass, bitch.” Clara spits back.
“Try me. You will find that I have black belts in both karate and taekwondo. Don’t fuck with me.”
Clara scoffs and advances towards Kasey, fists clenched. Before she can even raise her hands, Kasey quickly jabs the side of her hand into Clara’s throat. Fuck.
I watch as Clara’s eyes widen, while she grips her throat and then backs away.
“Wow. That was hot,” I say as she turns to me with her hand still extended. I put my arms up in surrender.
“Sorry,” she says, moving closer to me. I pull her into my arms and kiss her. The catcalls from those still at the party prompt me to lift her in my arms and carry her upstairs, where I lock us in my room for the rest of the night making her cum over and over. When the sun comes up, we finally rest.
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The next morning, I take Kasey out for brunch at Rico’s, a swanky restaurant downtown. Montclair doesn’t have much to offer making us go to Richmond for chain restaurants. The waiter comes over to take our order.
“Hi guys, I am Stephen. I will be your server today. What can I get you?”
“I would like French toast, without powdered sugar and sausage links. I’d also like a mimosa and some more coffee. Thank you.” She closes her menu.
“I will have two eggs over easy, bacon, hash browns, and rye toast with butter. More Coffee too. Thanks.”
When Stephen walks away with our menus, I take her hands in mine.
“I know we just became official, but I want to marry you. I know this might seem sudden, but,” I pause to pull the ring out of my pocket. I open the box and turn it to her. “I really don’t care. Will you marry me?” She doesn’t say anything for a minute, but then she smiles.
“Oh. My. God. Yes. Yes, Yes. Fuck. Of course, I will marry you,” she finally shouts.
It’s my turn to smile. There is a light applause from the other patrons. I slide the ring on her finger and stand just enough to lean over the table and kiss her.
“I love those treats you give me.”
“My kisses are treats?” She asks.
“Xander only treats,” I clarify. She laughs.
When our food arrives, we talk about school. Eventually, I take her back home.
“Do you have to go?” She asks.
“No,” I say.
“What I mean is, do you have to stay at the frat house?”
“No. With graduation so close, the new president is set to be elected next week. I was going to see if I could stay on your couch, until I need to go to Atlanta. The starter house I bought should be big enough for the both us now.”
“Obviously, you’ll stay in my room.”
“In your bed, worshipping you.”
“Yeah. We could totally start that now,” she says, leading me through the house to her bedroom. The best day of my life was the day I met her. I am positive all the rest of my days will be the best too.
Epilogue One
Kasey
Four Months Later
Atlanta is a busy city. One that I am not used to, yet. We moved into the little house he bought in Collegedale. It is right by the airport and I am still not used to the noise of the planes. Our neighbors Tim and Rita say that we will, eventually. I really hope so. I miss sleep. Though soon, I hear that will be a thing of the past.
We have been interning for the last month at his uncle’s firm. The first week was mainly getting coffees for the bigwigs. They have a way of weeding out those that can’t tough it out. Out of the fourteen interns that started the same day we did, we were down to five after the first week. Then we got down to business. Even after all the schooling, you still have to apprentice for one to two years before you can be on your own.
My immediate boss is Edna, Xander’s aunt. She is the sweetest woman I have
ever met, and she is Atlanta born and raised. She is Colton’s second wife and about five years older than me. Colt calls her Peaches. It is so adorable. She is the one who figured out that I was pregnant, even before I took a test.
That’s right. I am fifteen weeks pregnant. We are so happy. It’s not like we did anything to prevent this from happening. I fall a little more in love with Xander each day.
He is driving us home from work, when I decide that I do not want to cook dinner tonight.
“What should we get for dinner?” I ask.
“Whatever you feel like you can eat,” he says. My stomach hasn’t been great, almost the whole time I’ve been pregnant, but I finally seem to be doing better.
“I want KFC and Taco Bell,” I say immediately. There is a drive thru on the way home that has both. It also has a Pizza Hut. Ooh wings. I smile.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
“I’m sure. That, plus wings sounds amazing.”
I reach over the console of his truck to hold his hand. We alternate cars each day.
“I love you, Xandy.”
“I love you too, Duchess. Let’s grab dinner and get home. I foresee a superhero movie marathon tonight.”
“Best kind of plans on a Friday.” I say, laughing.
Yeah, the rest of my life could go this way and I wouldn’t mind one little bit.
Epilogue Two
Xander
Five Years Later
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chants as I pound into her from behind. She is currently seven months pregnant with our third and fourth children. Missionary position doesn’t exactly work well anymore. We got married exactly one year after the Halloween party and celebrate all our anniversaries on the same day, which makes things easier.
“I know you like that, Duchess. Milk my cock.” God, I love talking filthy to her. All she can do is moan. I slide my hand under her belly and find her clit. Her pussy tightens on my cock and I fill her with my release.
“Damn, woman. Every time is better than the last,” I say, slapping her ass. I groan when I pull out of her. Her little whimper has me leaning down to take her lips.
“It really does,” she says when I move away from her. She lays down, as I get out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Check on the kids. Sleep. I’ll be right back,” I say, pulling my boxers on and shuffling out of our room. Our daughter Kelsie’s bedroom is closest to ours. She is three. I peek in at her. Her princess themed bed is full of stuffed animals, but she is not in there. I move down the hallway, coming to a stop at Declan’s room. I open the door and see him asleep on the top bunk. He’s five. He was born in July the year we got married.
Her parents were scandalized, but they love these kids something crazy. My parents do too. Between the five grandparents, there is nothing these kids want. Her sister’s kids are all the same way too.
Oh, you might be wondering why there are five, like a step-parent or something, but that’s not it. My parents are an unmarried triad. Jack, Kerrigan, and Paige. I had no idea when I was growing up. Needless to say, it was a bit of shock when we surprised them a week before Christmas, five years ago.
My whole life I thought my parents were Jack and Paige and Kerrigan was their best friend, who lived in our guest house. Not so much. It’s to the point that they don’t know which dad my actual father is. Not that it matters. I had always wondered why Kerrigan was always with us. Vacations, Christmas, and dinner every night. He came to every sporting event and graduation. Everything. Looking back, I should have known. Not that I want to know the specifics, but Kasey was curious. It is my understanding that they all are together at the same time. So that seems fair to me. They have been a triad for thirty years. I know that kind of relationship isn’t for everyone, but it works for them. No judgments from me.
Now, I find Kelsie in the bottom bunk watching Powerpuff Girls on Dec’s huge TV, without the sound on. At least she is thoughtful. I laugh and move towards her.
“You are sleeping in here, baby girl?”
“Shh. Dada. Bruder is shleeping,” she says, pointing up.
“Okay. You cover up and go back to sleep,” I whisper and kiss her cheek. I lean up and pull the covers back over Dec and walk out of the room. When I get out into the hallway, I find Kasey standing stark naked and leaning against the wall.
“Fuck. You are gorgeous, Duchess,” I say, clutching my chest. Every fucking time I see her, she is more beautiful than the last.
“I missed you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go back to bed,” I say, taking her hand and leading her back to our bed.
This is the way my life was meant to go. It took us years to get started, but I will never stop loving her.
“I am ready for my treat,” I say, smiling lecherously. She laughs, jumping into bed.
Eleven years ago, I met her and my whole life changed. We seemed so young.
Five years ago, I married the woman of my dreams. We are more in love than ever.
Now, I can’t wait for our forever.
The End
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I want to thank my husband, Daryl. You are so supportive, and I love you so fucking much for like ever.
Thank you, Mama, for all of your support! I love you.
Karlee, thank you for being a friend. #GoldenGirls reference. But seriously, thank you!!!! Love you .6 times!!!
Elisa, thank you for being so supportive and betareading this for me! Love you, my #unicorn friend!!!
Melinda thank you for being the best editor, like, ever!
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To my arc team, no matter how many arcs I send in a short amount of time you guys pull through! Thank you so much for hanging out with me!
To all of the readers, you guys are the ones that make this possible! Thank you for reading me and taking the time to review. You don’t know how much seeing your words of encouragement help me when I am struggling!
-MK
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HALLOWEEN AT DEVIL’S GATE
Samantha Rae
DEDICATION
To my girls, Maria and Tiffany, thanks for being amazing friends, psychologists and my late-night brainstorm buddies.
Ember, still looking for cowboys.
My mom, I love you.
Jordan & Jade you guys are my heart.
As Jade would say, ‘Never let gravity hold you down.”
Freshman year
Skye and Jo-Jo had been best friends since preschool. Skye was the one who gave Jo-Jo her nickname, as Josephine was too hard to say. For as long as they both could remember, they couldn’t wait to be seniors to finally be able to go to the secretive Halloween party put on by the senior class out on Route 666.
Route 666 had a dark history in their small town. The rumors were that there were seven gates throughout the property, all though no one had ever found all seven. Talk around town was that the seven iron gates were the gates to hell, but of course, that was just talk. The long gravel road runs parallel to railroad tracks is apparently haunted by Norfolk Southern workers who had died building the railroad. There are three bridges on the road that leads to the huge field where the Halloween Party is held. The second bridge was haunted by a young girl that committed suicide, screams can be heard from under the bridge at night.
The girls were 13 years old when they started planning for the Senior Halloween Costume Party on Route 666.
“Do you believe the rumors about the teens stumbling onto the seven gates of hell?” Skye’s voice was concerned, she was a bit more cautious compared to Jo-Jo.
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