Chapter 44
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
KNOX
“ W hy are we here again?” Raven eyes the talking pumpkin nervously.
“Because Halloween is around the corner, and you don’t have anything to decorate your house with,” Griffin replies.
Yesterday, Griffin came home and announced that we were taking Raven shopping for Halloween. Apparently, the idea was inspired by the town decorating Main Street, which they do every year.
Griffin and I normally don’t go crazy for Halloween, but we decided to lean into it this year.
Halloween is typically a big night at The Wandering Raven, so we’re not home to hand out candy or anything.
We don’t even decorate. But this being Raven’s and Noah’s first Halloween, we want to make it a good experience for them.
Plus, that’s what the parenting blog we’ve been reading said to do.
We’ve been leaving Camden in charge more and more recently, and he has risen to the occasion. So, we had no problem with leaving him in charge today and taking Raven to Abilene, while Noah is in school, to do some shopping.
The Halloween store we found seems to pop up every fall and has all the things one could possibly need to fully celebrate Halloween. It has everything from laughing skeletons to fog machines. However, I’m not a huge fan of the life-size scarecrow that popped out at me when we walked in.
“You don’t have a costume either,” I add as I dig through the rack.
Slutty nurse? No.
Slutty schoolgirl? No.
Slutty librarian? Possibly…but no.
“Oh no. No, no, no, no. I’m not dressing up.” She steps up to my side and pulls the costume I have out of my hands. “Wonder Woman?” Her outrage is amusing.
“Why not?” Griffin questions.
Raven throws her hands up. “Because this is ridiculous.”
“When’s the last time you dressed up?” I look down at her.
“When’s the last time you dressed up?” Raven throws back at me. “Besides, I’m manning the dunk tank at the carnival, so a costume is pointless.”
Griffin tilts his head. “What carnival?”
Raven sighs. “The Mystic River Elementary Halloween Carnival. That’s why I’ve been going to those PTO meetings.”
My forehead wrinkles. “Isn’t Kaitlyn LeBlanc in charge of?—”
“Yep,” Raven answers irritated.
“Oof,” Griffin grunts.
Rubbing my chin, I question, “Isn’t the dunk tank where people throw balls at a target, so you’ll drop in the water?”
Raven nods. “Yep.”
Griffin gives Raven a hard look. “We’re going to ignore the fact that you weren’t going to include us in your Halloween plans and focus on the dunk tank.”
Raven returns the look and changes the subject, her stubborn side coming out. “How about we focus on Noah’s bully?”
My eyes dart around. “What about him?”
“Mrs. Burke told me to tell ‘them’ that she did what they asked. Do you know who she’s referring to?” Raven crosses her arms.
Griffin and I are silent.
“What did you say to her?”
I blurt out, “Dorthea’s husband may have an IOU with us.”
Raven’s mouth falls open. “Did you blackmail an old woman?”
“A crotchety old woman,” I mumble.
Raven covers her face with her hands and paces for a second. She mutters to herself in her hands.
Even if she’s not happy with it, too bad.
Raven stops in front of us and places her hands on her hips. “You two are something else.”
Griffin grabs Raven’s chin. “Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.”
Raven bites her lip as her breathing speeds up. A beautiful rouge crawls up her chest and over her cheeks. Her nipples harden into stiff peaks.
Hell. She’s perfect.
Griffon and I give each other a look, forming a plan. I grab a random costume off the rack, and we usher her to the dressing rooms. We guide her into the room labeled “family” and shut the door.
“What are you two doing?” Raven spins around sharply when she realizes that we’re in the room with her.
I hold the bag toward her. “We want to watch you try on the costume.”
Raven’s eyes roll with annoyance. “You just want to watch me take my clothes off.”
“That too.” Griffin sits on the long bench that takes up the entire wall and leans back, letting his legs spread.
Raven’s tone is brisk. “No funny business.”
I sit myself on the bench a little over from Griffin. “We would never.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I,” I insist, but the wicked lilt in my voice gives me away.
Raven tries to scold me with a sharp glare, but the anticipation of where this could lead overpowers her chiding.
An impish glint sparkles in her eye as she gives us a half grin. “If you’re going to be in here, then I’m going to need some assurances.”
Griffin’s smile flips into a bemused frown. “What kind of assurances?”
“First, hands to yourselves.”
“Done,” I agree for Griffin and me.
“Second, you can’t touch yourselves either.”
“That’s pushin’ it, Darlin’.”
Raven quirks a brow. “Do you want to see me try on,” she picks up the bag, reads the label, and grumbles, “this librarian costume?” She faces us again with confidence in her tone. “It’s only two stipulations. Either agree or wait outside.”
Our ambivalence makes Griffin and me hesitate, but we finally assent.
Raven gives each of us a swift kiss, then grips the bulges in our jeans. My cock twitches in her hand. “Good boys.”
She releases her hold and spins, adding a sway to her hips as she walks back to the costume bag. She leaves her tempting ass in the air as she bends over and removes the contents.
Raven rights herself and turns her back on us, placing the costume on the clothing hooks in front of her. Removing her cropped tee, she reveals that she’s not wearing a bra.
A groan rumbles in my chest, and I realize she isn’t going to be wearing one the whole drive home either.
Raven peers over her shoulder, keeping her soft globes hidden from view. “Shh. We don’t want to get kicked out.”
Turning back, she grabs the blouse off the hook and slides her arms in, buttoning up the front.
Then Raven unfastens her frayed shorts, loosening the waistband.
She grips the front and slides them down her milky, lean legs, bending forward.
Each inch lower reveals another slice of her black strappy panties.
When her shorts are at her ankles, and she’s completely bent in half, her swollen pussy is on full display.
Fuck. She’s wearing crotchless panties.
“Brat,” Griffin comments in a strained voice.
“You planned this,” I accuse.
Raven stands, grabbing the pleated mini skirt and sliding it on. The skirt leaves the bottom of her ass cheeks on display.
No fucking way is she going to be allowed to wear that out in public.
She looks over her shoulder again, a sensual tilt to her lips, and shrugs in response to my allegation.
Griffin’s jaw tightens as he repeats himself, “ Act like a brat and you’ll be treated like a brat.”
Raven turns, giving us a full view of the costume.
The deep blue blouse is only buttoned halfway, exposing her mouthwatering cleavage and barely hiding her nipples.
The pert crests of her tits are rock hard, the outline of them pushing up against the material of her top. Her supple legs go on for miles.
Raven throws out her sass. “You can spank me later for misbehaving.”
My length throbs, yearning to bend her over and turn her ass red with my hand.
“Ah ah ah,” Raven berates playfully, pointing to my hand hovering above my lap. She drifts over to me, kneeling between my legs.
Her hands unbutton my jeans, pulling them halfway down my thighs and allowing my stiff erection to spring free. It slaps against my stomach, and Raven licks her lips. My cock twitches under her heated gaze.
Raven smirks, looking up at me. “A little birdie told me you cheated the other night.”
I shake my head. “What?”
“You didn’t count to thirty.”
I glower at Griffin. “Way to be a sore loser.”
Griffin gives me an unapologetic look.
Raven ghosts her lips up my cock. “You’re going to have to wait your turn.” She licks the slit at my tip and pulls away.
“Fucking tease,” I groan.
Raven grins as she moves over to Griffin, removing his pants the same way she did with me.
But this time, she wraps her lips around his length, sweeping her hair to the side so I can watch.
Griffin chokes when his tip bumps the back of Raven’s throat, and she swallows him down.
She hollows her cheeks, sliding her alluring lips up his shaft.
A pop sounds from her mouth as she releases the head of his dick.
Raven climbs up into Griffin’s lap, lifting her skirt to give me a view of how Griffin’s cock slips inside her.
The veins in Griffin’s neck pulse as he holds himself back. Obediently, Griffin keeps his hands at his sides, but he balls them into fists.
Raven caresses his face, cooing, “That’s my good boy.” She keeps her eyes locked with his as she unbuttons her blouse. Her tits spill free, and my length twitches.
She cups the bottom of each and lifts one upward, offering her turgid peak to Griffin’s mouth. He attacks her globe with fervor. Raven bites her lip to refrain from crying out.
In her blissed-out state, she moves her hips, rolling and undulating.
Then she pulls her breast from Griffin and offers him the other. He moans around her nipple, sending a shiver through Raven’s body.
“Yes, Griff. Just like that,” she praises him.
Raven’s movements become more frantic, and her other mound drops from Griffin’s mouth. She bounces in is lap, and a drop of sweat dribbles down her slender neck.
Whispering something in Griffin’s ear, Raven peers at me out of the corner of her eye. Griffin nods and adjusts his position as Raven holds onto his shoulders. He twists to the side and scoots back, resting against the adjacent wall.
Raven flips up the back of her skirt, presenting me with her rounded ass.
I quickly realize why she had Griffin rearrange when she arches her back, pushing her large globes out further.
She lifts on her knees, giving me a view of Griffin’s dick spearing her channel. I watch as she repeats the movement.
I bite my lip, muffling my groan. “I’ve learned my lesson, Darlin’. Come sit on my cock.”
“You’re going to have to wait your turn.”
Raven adds a roll to her hips every time she lowers herself onto Griffin. She speeds up, desperate for her release.
“Don’t stop, Sunshine. I need your cunt to suck the cum right out of me.”
Raven throws her head back, her mouth opening on a silent cry, and her body goes rigid. Griffin’s muscles tense as they reach completion together. Raven sags forward, catching her breath with Griffin.
She only gives herself a moment, then flips her head up, her hair whipping around with the movement. She looks right at me with satisfied but hungry eyes.
Climbing off Griffin’s lap, she crawls to me, eyeing the precum dripping from my tip.
Raven’s juices drop into my lap, covering my cock. She hovers her core above my lap, driving me wild.
“Please, Raven,” I beg.
She cups my cheek. “Mmm. I love to hear you beg.” Then she drops down, penetrating herself with my hard length. Her hand covers my mouth, smothering my moan.
Raven uses her hold on my shoulders to help her bounce up and down on my dick. She clenches her muscles around my shaft, pulling more of my seed out of my cock.
Her inner muscles clamp around me as she dips her head, biting my shoulder. Raven explodes, triggering my cum to fill her core.
Raven breathes heavily with me, basking in the bliss of contentment from amazing orgasms.
Griffin helps me move Raven from my lap. We take off the costume and use it to clean her up.
“Guess we have to buy that now.” Raven giggles.
“I mean, we don’t have to,” I refute.
Raven’s mouth falls open. “I’m not putting this back out there with our cum all over it!”
Griffin and I chuckle, letting her know we were joking.
Raven rolls her eyes but can’t hide her smile. “Let’s just buy our stuff and leave.” She playfully pushes us aside and leaves the dressing room.
Griffin and I decide that we’re going to surprise Raven with her Halloween costume and make our way through the checkout line with the new decorations and dirty librarian costume.
That woman has unlocked a fantasy I didn’t know I had, and now I need a repeat performance.
Walking through the parking lot all together, the rays of the sun beat down on us. Griffin and I carry the bags, refusing to let Raven hold a thing.
“I’m not weak, you know.” Raven folds her arms across her chest.
“We know.” Griffin purses his lips, hiding his grin.
“Then—” Raven stops, frozen in place. Her attention fixed ahead. Before I can understand what she’s staring at, Raven continues walking with a little more speed.
“Raven, is that you?” someone calls out.
Griffin and I scan the parking lot and find a woman awkwardly hurries toward us. She’s wearing a white shirt with white shorts and a little blue scarf tied around her neck. Her heels click on the pavement as she scurries.
The woman waves her hand in the air. “Raven! Yoohoo!”
I dip my head so I’m sure Raven can hear me. “Do you know her?”
“No.” Raven’s answer is clipped.
“Raven! It’s me! Madison Dempsey!”
“She seems to know you,” Griffin replies.
We arrive at the truck, and Griffin and I load the bags in the back seat. Raven stands by the tailgate with her arms crossed, bracing for the woman, Madison, to reach her.
Madison grabs Raven’s arm. “Raven! Girl! I haven’t seen you since?—”
Stepping away from Madison’s touch, Raven cuts her off, “Do I know you?”
Madison laughs. “You’re hilarious. Such a jokester.”
Raven’s shoulders tense. “I think you should leave.”
Griffin and I step up behind Raven, staring down at the woman disturbing her. I don’t care if Raven really does know Madison. She’s made Raven upset. No one gets Raven upset.
“Is this a bit? Very funny, Raven.” Madison’s smile is a little too wide, a little to fake.
My tone is grave. “She asked you to leave, so leave.”
“Who are these people, Raven? Your bodyguards?” Madison looks at Griffin and me like we’re an inconvenience.
“Leave,” Griffin growls.
Madison blinks affronted and leaves with a parting shot. “You need to hire better help.” She huffs as she stomps away.
Griffin places his hand on Raven’s shoulder. “Who was that?”
“Someone from a past life.”