Epilogue
Luka
Six weeks later…
Things have been busy since the festival ended.
Between Scout’s rising fame leading to hundreds of commission requests flooding her inbox each week, and my new non-profit kicking off, I feel like we’ve barely been able to spend time together.
Even though all I want is a night in with my wife, I agreed to let my mother plan this wedding reception.
It’s the least we could do considering she missed the wedding.
Besides, we’ve got the rest of our lives to cozy up on the couch and watch horror movies on Halloween. We only get one chance to celebrate our marriage with our family and closest friends—and by closest, I mean literally everyone in town.
I rap my knuckles on the bathroom door before pushing it open. Scout’s made a lot of progress with her jumpiness, but I have to admit, I do look pretty terrifying tonight…
Scout’s adding the finishing touches to her costume, and my feet come to a stop as my gaze drifts over her. “Holy shit, you look hot.”
She finishes applying the bright red lipstick to her lips, then does a little spin, her floor-length white dress twirling around her feet. “You don’t think it’s too much?”
I close the distance between us, my hands moving to her hips.
“Too much? Are you crazy?” I spin her so that she’s facing the mirror as I take in our reflection.
I look stylish and handsome in my vintage tuxedo, while Scout’s wearing a deep-cut, floor-length, fitted lace wedding gown that hugs her curves like a glove.
Our skin’s painted a matching shade of green, and thanks to Scout’s intricate shading, it almost seems like we really are Frankenstein and his Bride.
I swear, I don’t think there’s anything this woman can’t do when it comes to painting. Just when I think she’s found her niche, she goes and surprises me with something incredible like costume painting. It’s comical to think she didn’t think she could have a real career using her art.
“Are you sure we have to go? Because seeing you all dressed up like a sexy monster is really working for me,” I say with a wink.
Scout gives me a playful shove. “Your mom has been planning this reception for weeks. And the whole town is going to be there for us?—”
I catch her hand and pull her closer. “You think I care about disappointing everyone when the alternative is being inside you?”
She rolls her eyes, but despite the green face paint covering her skin, I know there’s a blush on her cheeks. “I promise you’ll get your chance to have your way with me before I change. Does that help?”
I give her a noncommittal shrug. I guess I’ll have to take what I can get until I find a way to get her alone at the party. Which reminds me…
“Oh, I almost forgot.” I pull open a drawer and take out a small white box. Scout’s eyes go wide in recognition as I carefully remove the bright pink, silicone, U-shaped object.
“What are you doing with that—” her words fall off as I squat down to lift the hem of her long dress.
“You remember this, don’t you?” I ask, as I slide her lace thong down her legs.
She steps out of her panties without me having to tell her to, and I can’t help but slide a hand up her smooth thigh, which she doesn’t even try to resist. If anything, I’d say she welcomes my touch, like she’s hoping I’ll use it on her right now.
Look who’s considering skipping the party now…
“This is a remote-controlled vibrator. The remote is an app on my phone that I can control from anywhere. Now I’ll be able to make you come whenever I like.”
Her eyes grow wider as her pupils begin to dilate, telling me she’s not only physically aroused, but she’s well on her way to being putty in my hands.
Fuck if that’s not the hottest goddamn thing, knowing all I have to do is take control, and my sweet little Girl Scout is more than willing to hand over the reins.
“Does that scare you?”
“No.” Her response comes out in a breathy whisper.
“Does that turn you on? Knowing I could make you orgasm in the middle of a conversation with anyone… at any time…” I trace my thumb along her jawline before moving my hand to cover her delicate neck.
There’s something so fucking hot about her yielding all control to me, knowing she’d let me do anything I wanted to her, like she’s my own personal fuck doll that I get to use however I want…
Her response is a slow nod, and I have to fight to hold back the smug smile that pulls at my lips.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as I pop the small toy in my mouth, using my saliva to create a little lubrication.
When I part her opening with my fingers, I find her pussy’s already slick with arousal.
“Jesus, baby, you’re already so fucking wet and I’ve barely touched you.
” I push her forward so that she's bent forward over the side of the counter as I lift her dress, giving myself a prime view of her round ass and her pussy that’s begging to be fucked.
I almost come undone at the sight of how she lets me do whatever I want with her.
“Look at you, so fucking eager to be fucked.” I grip the back of her neck with one hand, pinning her in place, and slap a palm over her ass.
The whimper she makes is almost enough to convince me to stay in…
but then I remember how much more fun it’ll be when I finally do get my hands on her tonight.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her as I nudge her opening with the thick, rounded toy, rubbing it against her own arousal before carefully sliding it deep inside.
I use my fingers to make sure it’s in the correct position, adjusting the small tail that curves up to rest against her clit.
I press the toy into her clit, massaging it in gentle circles, just long enough to tease her and cause her legs to spread, urging me to give her more.
“Thatta girl,” I say, giving her ass one more hard slap before pulling her dress back down to cover her and helping her back to her feet.
Her face flashes a look of disappointment, but she quickly corrects it, blinking up and giving me her best practiced smile.
“There are those dreamy eyes I love so much.” I offer her my arm. “We should probably get going. The whole town’s waiting,” I say, using her words against her.
“Yeah.” She swallows thickly. “We don’t want to be late for our own reception.”
I swear, if I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think she looks nervous.
Scout
I try to ignore the delicious fullness inside me that’s only emphasized by my absence of panties. Each step I take making my thighs brush against the slender silicone piece resting against my clit.
We make our way up the stairs, but before Luka can touch the doorknob, the door swings open, as if they’d been standing there waiting for us to arrive.
“Welcome to the Haunted Mansion.” Mr. Kingsley says, taking a deep bow.
He’s wearing a pinstripe tuxedo, his usual salt and pepper hair is dyed black and slicked down, a thin mustache frames his lips.
He makes a strikingly convincing Gomez Adams, but I’d expect nothing less with the commitment these two have when it comes to a costume party.
“Please don’t make any offerings to the ghosts. They tend to get excited with new people, and we don’t need any more broken windows,” he says with a wink as he gestures for us to come inside.
We step inside as fog plumes around our feet, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. A soft piano melody plays overhead, and I glance around to find the space completely transformed.
All the family photos that usually adorn the foyer have been replaced with gaudy gold-framed black and white portraits that look to be hundreds of years old.
Long white pillar candles seem to be floating from the ceiling, and cobwebs span over the light fixtures, making the house look like it’s been abandoned.
“Is that the guests of honor?” Mrs. Kingsley shrieks before running over to us. She’s, of course, dressed as Morticia, with long black hair that hangs down her back and her fitted black dress that hugs her hips and flares at the bottom.
“Why, yes, Cara Mia, it is,” Mr. Kingsley says before placing a kiss on the back of his wife’s hand.
The look he gives her is nothing short of intense, and it’s easy to see where Luka gets his charm.
These boys don’t know how lucky they were to grow up with a father so obviously obsessed with their mother.
I feel my cheeks heat just watching them. With the obsession these two have for each other, I can’t think of a better couple’s costume.
“This is incredible, Mrs. Kingsley,” I say, gesturing to the realistic decorations around the room.
She gives me a slight smile, then waves me off, and now I really know she’s in character. “Oh, honey, I’ve been dying to throw a Halloween party for years. I’m just glad you two finally gave me a good reason to go all out,” she says in her best Morticia impersonation.
A server dressed as Cousin It walks past carrying a tray of drinks, and Mr. Kingsley snags two champagne flutes, handing us each a drink. “Enjoy the party. And remember what I said about talking to the ghosts.” He winks, then they both disappear behind a cloud of fog.
“Damn. I knew they’d go all out, but…what just happened?” I look to Luka, who, rather than answering me, just links an arm in mine.
“Come on. We should probably make our rounds.”
He leads me inside the dark living room that's been completely transformed into a mix between a haunted banquet room and an abandoned mansion.
Round tables draped in black tablecloths and adorned with black pillar candles line the perimeter of the room, with the middle space preserved as a dance floor.
There’s a live band set up on a stage on the far wall playing Halloween classics as an unlikely grouping of characters dances in the center.