Chapter 7 Skel

T hree years earlier—

Lacey tilted her hips, grinding on my cock as I groaned. All that separated us was a bit of fabric. Her short French Maid dress and fishnet stockings. My jeans. Nothing but sin and need runnin' through us both. Her warm breath fell across my skin as she moaned in my ear, caressing the back of my neck with the pads of her fingers.

"Fuck, Baby. You make the sexiest noises when you're turned on."

"God, Skel. I need you. Fuck me. Please."

Jesus Christ. This girl. She never stopped surprising me.

"Take me out," I ordered low, watching as she licked her lips.

Her hands slid between us as she reached for the buckle on my belt, loosening the leather before she slid the strap free. A quick pop of the button on my jeans and then the zipper lowered. Her hand reached into my underwear and gripped me.

My head fell back. Fuck. Her soft touch grew bolder as she began to stroke me from root to tip. My hips snapped with her movements as my cock grew eager. She double-fisted me, pumping faster. Aw, fuck. She'd make me cum like this.

I needed inside her before I shot my load.

"Skel. You're so thick."

"Not changin' your mind, are you?" Please say no.

"No way. I want you, Skel."

"The feeling is mutual," I murmured, removing her hands from my dick and placing them on my shoulders. She'd need them for leverage when I began fucking her.

She rocked her hips as I cupped her pussy, grabbing the crotch of her fishnet tights and ripping a hole through the material. I shoved the satin of her panties aside, sliding through her slick folds.

"This pussy is sopping wet for me, huh, Baby?"

She glanced away shyly.

"Hey, none of that. You fucking own this. Tell me what you want."

"You," she answered boldly.

"In detail," I growled.

"I want your cock inside me." If the lights had been on, I would have bet she blushed.

"And after I'm inside you?"

"Make me cum."

"In front of all these people?"

"Yeah."

"You're scandalous, Sweet Girl. I think you need a new nickname."

"Like what?" She panted but tried not to move, knowing I was seconds from thrusting into her.

I grasped my erection, lining up the crown with the entrance to her pussy. "My seductress," I groaned, driving upward to spread her cunt open, filling her with every hard inch of my cock.

Lacey moaned, and I took her mouth, trying to hide the fact that I was fucking her in a corner at a Halloween party. Best choice I ever fucking made. Her pussy closed around me, stretching to accommodate the girth and length of my dick. She was so fucking tight. I had to fight for control over my body and the urge to take her hard and fast.

"You're so big, Skel," she whispered as her nails dug into my shoulders. I felt her tense.

"You can take me," I assured her. "I'll go slow."

"Okay," she whimpered, letting me set the pace.

With every thrust, I went deeper until I filled her. I built my strokes, each one burying my dick before I retreated, only to thrust back in, the motion growing slicker and easier as she began to relax.

"That's it. Good girl," I praised, capturing her lips again.

The kiss was wild and needy. We lashed tongues. Bumped teeth. And I nipped at the swollen flesh before I held her jaw in place as I pumped harder, slamming into her pussy with every downward plunge of her hips. My free hand guided her movements, holding onto her ass as I pulled her onto me.

"This feels so good, Skel."

Yeah, it did. Best sex I'd had in a long time. Probably the best I ever had. Lacey was so responsive. Her little moans and breathy sighs. The way she took me, eager, swaying her hips as she chased her orgasm. Her wet and tight pussy.

"I'm going to come."

Goddamn. I wanted to feel her lose control. The dark corner prevented me from watching her fall apart as I fucked her, but next time, I wanted to see it.

"Then come. Let me feel you clench my cock."

A low moan escaped before she stilled, crying my name as I stole it from her lips. I felt her spasm around me and milk my dick, squeezing as her orgasm released.

Halloween music still pumped through the speakers, but I could hear the slap of flesh on flesh and her soft cries. If anyone moved close enough to us, they'd know what we were doing. It excited me even more.

"Lacey," I groaned, shuddering as I spilled into her, coating her walls with my cum and loving every second of it. She felt fucking amazing, perfect, and I didn't want to pull out or end this moment.

She clung to me in the darkness, panting as her head lowered to my neck. Her warm breaths blanketed my skin.

I held her to me, finally easing my dick out of her and realizing I was still semi-erect. My cock wanted another round with her.

"I can fill you dripping out of me," she admitted as she kissed the side of my face. "Is it bad that I love it?"

Fuckkkkk. No. It was sexy as fuck. "Not at all."

"I probably leaked all over your jeans."

Just one sentence, and I needed inside her again. "That's a problem, Sweet Girl."

"Why?"

"Because now I want to fuck you again."

She sucked in a breath. "Do it."

I plunged back into, grabbing onto her waist to lift her up and down on my cock. It wasn't soft or sweet this time. I drove up into her a few more times before lifting her off me.

A tiny whine left her lips.

"I'm not done, Beautiful." I turned her around, bending her over as her palms rested on the table. "Try to be quiet," I ordered through a slight lull in the music, thrusting into her before she could reply.

I'd forgotten about our drinks and heard something fall, crashing to the floor right as the music started up again. I didn't care; I was too driven by my need for Lacey.

She rocked back against my thighs, taking every brutal plunge of my cock as I felt her tremble. Fuck. I wanted to see her ass as I slammed into her from behind.

It wasn't long, only a few deep snaps of my hips, before she came a second time. When I felt her clench around me, I lost control. My cock twitched inside her, and I shuddered as I filled her, knowing one night with Lacey would never be enough. I'd only gotten a taste.

I needed more. A hell of a lot more.

She didn't move as I withdrew, tucking my cock back into my jeans and zipping up. I fixed my belt and reached for her, drawing her back onto my lap.

Lacey rested her head on my shoulder, and I smoothed her skirt around her hips to cover the ripped fishnet tights and her bottom. "I think you wore me out."

I held her to me, ignoring the party as I heard people talking a short distance away.

"I think that couple in the corner is fucking."

My lips twitched. Yeah, twice. I'm a lucky bastard.

"Did you see who it was?"

"No."

"I saw a French Maid costume."

"There's a dozen of those here tonight."

They moved on, too far for me to overhear the rest.

"Skel?"

"Yeah, Sweet Girl?"

"Is your real name Bran?"

Her question surprised me only because I had expected her to ask long before now. "Yep. My parents always called me Bran, but I was born Michael Brandon Myers."

"Michael Myers?" She giggled. "Like the horror movies?"

"Yeah," I snickered. "My father's favorite villain. We used to watch the series every October and a marathon on Halloween. He'd play it loud as kids stopped to trick-or-treat at our front door."

"That sounds fun."

"It was. My pops said it was fate that he named me Michael. Couldn't pass it up with the last name Myers."

"Is he still alive?"

"He is."

"I'm glad."

I squeezed her, not needing to reply about how I felt, but I knew she understood. We both lost our mothers but formed close relationships with our fathers—a bond we shared.

"You wanna get out of here?"

I didn't see her move but felt her adjust on my lap, sitting up before she kissed me. "Yeah. Take me to your place."

WHEN WE WALKED OUTSIDE , I noticed the temperature had plummeted. It was cold as fuck, and a light rain began to fall.

Lacey didn't have a jacket or anything to protect her from the weather. She'd freeze in that skimpy costume and thin fabric.

I usually kept an extra sweatshirt or change of clothes in my saddlebags. Life was unpredictable, and I liked to be prepared. As I reached inside to grab the sweatshirt, I noticed Lacey shivering. "Here. Wear this. It's not much, but it'll help."

"Thanks."

She lifted her arms, and I helped her pull it on, satisfied when I saw it was huge on her, covering her enough that I could get her home before she got soaked. Or so I thought. The clouds decided to open up as we stood there, and the rain fell in thick sheets, drenching us as she laughed.

"I guess we're too late."

"Nah. I'll build a fire as soon as we're back at my place."

I didn't see the guy rushing us until he was only a few feet from Lacey. A knife glistened in his hand as the streetlights bounced off the steel blade. My military training kicked in, and I didn't hesitate to act.

Without a care that he could slash me instead of Lacey, I dove into her attacker, knocking him onto the wet ground. Gravel and something sharp dug into my side as I landed, but I didn't care about the pain. All that mattered was keeping Lacey safe.

A fight ensued. The fucker tried to stab me with his knife, and I caught his wrist, applying pressure as he hollered. The knife clattered to the asphalt a short distance away as I began punching the attacker in the face, hoping to knock him out. He jabbed at my side, and I nearly howled with pain, wondering why it hurt so damn much.

We rolled around as Lacey screamed, and a lightning bolt shot across the sky, followed by a loud crack of thunder. I worried about her out in the open, exposed to the elements, and far too vulnerable as I wrestled with the guy who'd come after her. What if he wasn't alone?

My fist connected with his jaw, and the back of his head slammed into the ground with a crack. He wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. I rolled him onto his side so the rain didn't drown him, grunting as the pain in my side intensified.

"Skel!"

I turned my head as I shot to my feet, worried that someone else had come after Lacey. My gaze swept over the parking lot. No one was there. Not even people attending the Halloween party. The rain had kept everyone indoors, forcing them to wait for the downpour to slow down before they headed to their cars.

I didn't see any other threats.

"Oh, God, Skel. You're bleeding!" She stared at me with wide, frightened eyes. "You're hurt."

I looked down, noticing the slash in my hoodie and the tee shirt underneath, watching as blood oozed from the wound.

That motherfucker stabbed me.