Chapter Five
Chris
“Dad, can we please take the dogs?” Hudson begged.
“No. They’re staying here. I don’t want to deal with Luke tonight, buddy. I’m sorry.”
“You’re still mad at him?”
The way my kid could make me feel like the biggest asshole in the world for being mad at the dog was a new feeling for me. I plopped down on the couch. “It’s not that I’m mad, but I don’t know how he’ll react. This is our first Halloween here, and I’m not sure how crazy things will be. Remember how many people we’d see back in Florida every year?”
“Yeah.”
“I just want to be safe, buddy. Plus, he and Rufus still kind of stink.”
Hudson laughed.
It was difficult not to see the humor of the situation now. But at the time, I thought I might actually throw up from the stench. I still couldn’t believe the aftermath of the dogs being “skunked.”
Thankfully, all the dogs were trained not to jump on the couch. The beds were a whole other story. Hudson loved to have Luke sleep with him. Luke’s nightly bedtime routine started off on Hudson’s bed. By morning, he was always in his dog bed on the floor.
Since the stench was still pungent, we replaced Hudson’s comforter with a few blankets so the smell wouldn’t filter into his bedding.
After getting sprayed, Emily and I spent three hours trying to bathe Rufus and Luke. Bathing them wasn’t the most challenging part. Blow drying the dogs took the most effort. It was like wrestling greased-up pigs still covered in shit. The heat only made the smell of skunk more prominent. People always talked about the smell of wet dog being gross. I had news for those people: the smell of a skunk-sprayed wet dog took the cake.
I felt awful holding Luke down like a wrestler on a mat, but it was the only way to keep him from running away. Even though he’d done fine when Cassie groomed him before, the noise of the blow dryer freaked him out.
“I’m sorry, buddy,” I had apologized while simultaneously blaming him for putting us in this position.
We banned the dogs to the backyard to help “air them out” the next day because Cassie couldn’t take them. Her schedule was already full, and although she offered, we refused to ask her to work overtime. So, that night after work, we went through the entire process again.
It helped, but they still reeked. And their tails only served as whooshing devices to propel the stink up to our noses when they were close by.
“Do you have your bag ready?” I asked, changing the subject.
Hudson skipped away to get his homemade trick-or-treat bag that Mom made for him. The sack was a black background covered in all kinds of Star Wars emblems. Mom got super creative with the glow-in-the-dark paint so the bag would light up in the dark.
I checked myself over. I looked like Gotham City’s notorious villain in a vibrant purple jacket, matching pants, and a bright green tie. Emily helped me with the face paint. I looked maniacal and creepy with green eyebrows, green hair, dark eyes that she termed “smokey,” and a garish red grin. With her expert assistance, I was the perfect counterpart for my son as Batman.
Just as I was about to call Emily’s name, she strutted into the kitchen in tall black boots.
And a wickedly sexy Catwoman outfit.
I never dreamed that she’d join in on our tradition. She told me she’d be wearing a festive outfit, so I expected a Halloween-themed sweatshirt.
My sexy little angel had transformed herself into Gotham City’s devilishly fine feline.
Her costume looked like a black onesie—but this was not at all like something you’d wear to bed.
This was shiny, like patent leather. Her mask was made of black sequins, and her ears and tail were furry. Her nails were black—mysterious; her lips were red—sensual.
“Mee-ow, Mister,” she said, purring and trailing her nails down my arms. “Happy Halloween.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
She licked her lips. “You’ve got a very naughty mouth,” she said, purring again.
“And I’m going to show you just how naughty when we get home. You know I had a crush on Catwoman when I was younger.”
She raked her nails down my chest this time. “You did, did you?”
“Uh-huh. Huge crush.”
“So, you fantasized about her?”
“Oh, yeah. I used to imagine her breaking into my room, and when I tried to stop her from robbing me, she’d turn and look at me.”
Emily’s lips were an inch away.
We were just about to kiss when Hudson skidded to a stop behind her.
“Wow!” he said. “Cool!”
Our playful banter ceased immediately.
“Did I do good?” my sexy vixen asked, changing her voice back to the normal tone she used with him.
“Yeah. You look just like her.”
“What made you choose Catwoman?” I asked, doing my damnedest to hide my hard-on from my child.
“She’s Hudson’s favorite.” She glanced down, then back up. Her smile was untamed as she sent me a wink. Catwoman might be my son’s favorite, but this outfit was most definitely for me.
Still, my heart swelled as Hudson pulled on Emily’s hand, ready to ring the doorbell of the first house.
Halloween was a night of fantasies in the makings for adults, but for the next couple of hours, everything was about having a fun, festive family night with my son.
The carnal inferno blazing inside me matched Emily’s blazing red lips.
She pulled off her mask and ears and set them on the dresser.
“Thanks for doing this.” I took off my jacket and dropped it at the end of the bed before tugging off my shoes and socks. “Dressing up with us. It really made Hudson’s night.”
“Yeah. We had a little chat the other day.” She waffled back and forth in her high-heeled boots.
“Do your feet hurt?”
“A little.” She sat down and sighed as she unzipped one of her boots. “I thought it would be fun to join you guys. And he was so excited when he asked. So, any pain I endured was well worth the smile on his face.”
“Here,”—I knelt in front of her—“let me help you with that.”
“Okay,” she whispered, running her hand through my hair.
I pulled on the boot, skimming my fingers along her velvety soft skin as I went. She wiggled her foot, and I dragged her sock off, too.
“Thanks.”
I looked up at her and took her other foot into my hand. I pulled on the zipper and repeated the process. When she bent forward to kiss me, I unzipped her costume and unfastened the clasp on her bra.
She undid the belt around her waist, then slipped out of the top half. Her chest rose and fell in the simple black bra.
I traced a V down the left side and up the right. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.” Her bra fell forward as she bent toward me. “Why don’t we see what we can do about your little fantasy.” After freeing herself from the straps, she held it up with one finger.
“Uh-huh.” I squirmed in my pants. I might have been dressed like The Joker tonight, but right now, I felt like The Man of Steel. I was rock-hard and ready to soar.
Emily’s mouth twitched as she dropped her bra to the floor. I couldn’t help but watch it fall. I met her eyes again; her grin a mirror image of Catwoman’s as she toyed with the top button before releasing each one so she could slide my shirt from my shoulders.
Pressing her lips to mine, I leaned into her. The warmth of her body was like catnip.
Our kiss started softly as we pushed the rest of our costumes away from each other’s bodies. Emily moved up the bed, and I followed, never leaving her lips.
We fell together—her in her panties, me in my boxers.
She clutched at my arms, and I pressed harder into her, feeling every soft plane and curve of her perfect body. Her nipples perked up from the friction of skin on skin.
Her mouth turned ravenous, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth.
I bit down on her lip, tugging her closer.
We groaned in unison, both of us greedy for more.
I wanted it all.
She released her hold on me so she could push her black lace panties away.
I lifted my hips when she touched my waist, and in an instant, I was as naked as she was.
Her sweet, wet center called to me.
“Chris,” she begged, arching her hips upward.
As she opened up, I sank balls deep into her.
“Fuck,” I growled against her lips.
Clinging desperately to the mattress so I didn’t lose myself from the excitement of a childhood fantasy, I focused on her moans.
“Chris,” she groaned, curling up, intensifying the friction between us.
Slippery wet, every plunge into her slicked me more, making my balls drip with her juices.
“I’m-I’m,” she cried through a ragged breath.
I pounded into her harder and faster, dragging myself around her little clit because she was right where I wanted her to be.
She was hot and soaking wet, the slap of skin on skin, the scent of sex floating around us. Her nails dug into my arms. She bit down harder on my lip. Hips bucking, loud moans, wrapped around me like a wildcat.
Losing my will, my fight, my breath. I kissed her harder, fucked her faster, and when her body spasmed underneath me, I let myself go.
Everything was tight, hot, and electric.
We exploded together in a tangle of overwrought emotions.
Unable to hold myself up, I collapsed on top of her, both of our chests heaving with needy breaths.
I scooched aside, meeting her mouth for one more kiss, and slipped my fingers through hers.
“Holy shit,” I muttered. “That was hot.”
Her kitten purr conveyed her agreement.
“Don’t fall asleep,” she said a minute later. “We need to wash your face paint off us.”
“Hmm?” I was too relaxed, enjoying the feel of her body against mine.
“You still have face paint on. And I’m wearing half of it.”
“I don’t care,” I said, preferring to stay right here in my bliss.
I knew she’d get up and wash her face before she fell asleep, but when I woke up the next morning, I’d still have proof that I’d lived out one of my wildest fantasies.