Page 114 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

“What?”

Milo slams the door, hurrying around the hood and jumping in the driver’s side. “I figure what happens behind a locked bathroom door, stays there though, right?”

“I did not agree to any of this! What happened to respecting my choices as an adult?” I ask, all of the swoony, happy, sappy love feelings from a moment ago flying out the window. How did these two really decide this without me?

“I’m sure there is room for negotiation,” he says, placing a hand on my thigh and sliding it up. Lust pools in my belly as his hand inches closer to where I want it, making it harder and harder to be upset with him. “But right now, we’ve got a couple of hours before dinner with him, for me to do whatever the hell I want to you, wherever I want. What d’ya say?”

I laugh, seeing exactly where he’s going with this. Well, that’s an easy answer.

“Drive fast.”

EPILOGUE

MILO

Halloween

“Fuck me.”

Brenna looks up, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection of my bathroom mirror, my chest tightening as my lungs fight for the breath she stole. A wide, knowing smile spreads across her face, her features lighting up, her gaze still holding mine as she cocks a hip to the side, planting one hand there. My dick twitches, and it takes everything in me not to grab ahold of her and take her right here, right now.

“I plan to later,” she quips, winking at me. Fuuuuuck… “You like?”

I know she means her costume. If you can call the thigh highs she’s paired with a full body black corset a costume. She resembles Frank-N-Furter in a lab coat—only with better tits and much, much sexier—but that’s not what she was going for. I’m not sure what she was after, but my entire body is standing at attention.

“Maybe a little too much,” I tell her.

Slipping into the bathroom, I sidle up behind her, leaving just enough space between us to remove the lab coat. I press a kiss to the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meet, and she shivers, mewling softly.

“Milo…”

“Hmmm?”

I continue to kiss along her shoulder, savoring the taste of her skin. Letting the coat drop to the floor, I run my hands along the outside of her legs, toying with the top hem of her stockings. The roughness of the lace compared to the softness of her skin under my fingertips steals my attention briefly, but Brenna brings me back to the moment, reaching down and grabbing my hand, trying to guide me where she wants me.

“Something you want, baby?”

“Don’t tease me, please.”

She leans forward over the vanity, pressing her glorious ass into my growing erection. I groan, the contact almost too much. She knows what she’s doing, and just for that, I’m going to draw this out even more.

“Why not? Pretty sure you’re wearing that outfit just to tease me,” I return, whispering directly in her ear.

I nip at the shell, dipping my hand between her legs. Thanks to her corset, I can’t get to what I want though. At least not like this.

Stepping back, I spin her around. Brenna gasps, eyes growing wide. Her surprise quickly turns to amusement though, a giggle bubbling up and bursting into the air. My heart squeezes, and I fall a little more in love with her, something that shouldn’t be possible. I’m already completely ass over teakettle in love with this woman.

Yet, here we are.

I kiss her, taking her lips in mine, not waiting a second longer. I’m sure she’ll have some objection about messing up her makeup, but I don’t give a damn. Hell, that’s a badge I’ll wear with honor.

“You know, Bren, the only thing sweeter than your kisses is your pussy,” I tell her, nipping at her jaw. “But you’re currently all trussed up like a Christmas turkey…”

“Hmmmm, then maybe we save that for later,” she says. Reaching in between us, she palms my cock, and my hips buck, lust surging through me. Fuck, she is a drug. “Maybe we need to see how my lipstick looks on your dick…”

I don’t even know what to call the sound that comes out of me at her statement. It’s somewhere between a growl and a moan. Either way, it’s pure lust. Pure need.

Brenna drops to her knees, making quick work of snapping open the fly of my jeans. My unoriginality of a Ghostface mask paired with everyday clothes as a costume is coming in very handy at the moment. This was not why I came in here, but it’s a road I’m not going to complain about.