Epilogue
Demi
Halloween, One Year Later
I bought a haunted house and met the love of my life, in that order.
Now this haunted house is our home.
Pumpkins line the balustrades and cover the stairs on our porch, amber lights illuminating the space in a cozy, if eerie, glow.
I’m putting the finishing touches on our Halloween decorations when I feel Tristan come up from behind and wrap his arms around me.
His breath on my neck sends warm tingles from my head to my toes.
And when his teeth scrape my pulse point, something low in my belly clenches.
“Do you think we have enough pumpkins?” he asks, and I can hear the sardonic smirk in his tone.
We’re practically drowning in the number of pumpkins he grew in our garden.
“Hmmm,” I say. “I don’t know. I could find space for about a hundred more.”
His laugh is a low, rumbling thing. The way it vibrates against my back, from his chest, is dangerous.
“I’ll plant you a hundred more. Two hundred, if that’s what you want.
“Well, that’s just greedy.”
His hands travel lower, fingertips skimming beneath the waistband of my skirt .
“What can I say? I’m a greedy man.” The gravel in his voice makes my knees go weak.
In a seamless move, Tristan pulls me inside the house and shuts the door, then turns me around and presses me up against it. I can see it now, the hunger in his eyes. He’s staring at my mouth like he’s starving for me. I’ll never get enough of him, especially like this.
“I need you,” he says quietly, nipping at my bottom lip. “Now.”
When I kiss him, he presses his body against mine, nearly crushing me between the door and his need.
I can feel what I’ve done to him. The hard length of his cock strains against my stomach.
Tristan inhales sharply as his big hands cup the curves of my breasts, thumbs passing slowly across my nipples.
“These pretty nipples are already hard for me,” he breathes.
I push my hips forward to emphasize his own evident arousal. “I could say the same about you.”
“Always.”
He hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me into the kitchen and deposits me on the table.
Hovering over me and leaning down, he moves his mouth to my throat, kissing and sucking and biting in a way that sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“I used to watch you eat at this table. Now it’s your turn.”
“My turn for what?” I ask breathlessly.
He gives me a wicked look and slowly sinks to his knees in front of me.
“To watch me eat,” he replies through clenched teeth .
“Oh, fuck, Tristan.”
With eager hands, he lifts my skirt and slides my panties down my legs. He pulls me to the edge of the table, and I start to lie back, but he stops me.
“No. Sit up for me. I said I wanted you to watch.”
My pulse kicks up. I love it when he uses the Daddy voice.
Tristan spreads my thighs, then places my feet on his shoulders.
I’m wearing heeled boots, but he doesn’t seem to care.
The visual alone makes a rabid heat pool in my core: my skirt pushed up around my hips, naked from the waist down except for a pair of knee-high leather boots, Tristan on his knees, fully clothed.
His gaze drops from mine and focuses between my legs. He licks his lips. “Such a perfect pussy,” he says, then looks up at me again. “Is it all mine?”
I nod. “All yours.”
“What is?”
“My pussy is all yours.”
“That’s right, baby.”
Then he buries his face in it.
My hands claw into his hair, and I hold on for dear life as he goes after my cunt like he paid for it. His tongue is everywhere, tasting every centimeter of me, savoring me. I’m already seeing stars, and he’s barely even started.
I clutch handfuls of his hair and move my hips, chasing his tongue.
“I love it when you fuck my mouth like that,” he growls. “Don’t stop. Don’t you ever stop.”
His lips latch onto my clit, and he sucks with the perfect pressure.
We’ve been together just over a year now, and Tristan Beaumont has spent most of that time learning how to play my body like music.
He knows what to do to make me come instantly, and he knows just how to edge me into oblivion to make my pleasure last an eternity.
Tonight, though, this feels like it’s almost more for him than it is for me.
He’s making a meal of me because he’s hungry, and I’m the only thing he craves.
The impending orgasm bears down on me like a warning until finally, blessedly, I fall completely apart. I cry out Tristan’s name, and he keeps devouring me until he’s sure he’s rung out every last bit of my pleasure, and I’m a boneless mess half-naked on the kitchen table.
“Come here,” I say, grabbing for him.
He stands, then covers my body with his own and kisses me. His hips push between my thighs, grinding his impossibly hard cock on my sensitive pussy.
Just as I reach for his belt, I hear it.
Voices outside in the front yard.
Tristan and I freeze, then I start laughing, and Tristan covers my mouth with his hand, a mischievous grin lighting up his face.
“Shhh! They’ll hear you!” he whispers, removing his hand when I’ve quieted down.
“They’re here,” I whisper back.
“It’s time.”
Holding back our laughter, we creep out to the foyer and turn the lights out. There are three remote controls stashed by the front door. I hand two to Tristan and peek out the front window.
A group of about ten kids, dressed in Halloween costumes, is slowly and cautiously making their way toward our porch.
Most of Ivy Hollow still thinks Beaumont Manor is haunted, and I’ve made very little effort to correct them.
Even though this place is no longer home to any ghosts, I’ve been waiting for my chance to do a little haunting of my own for over a year.
I point at the remotes Tristan is holding. “This one is for the lights, and the other one is for the sound machine.”
“Got it. Yours is for the fog machine?”
This man of mine, this stoic former ghost, is grinning ear to ear.
I nod. “Sorry that we got interrupted in there.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take my time with you later,” he promises.
“We have all the time in the world,” I say.
He kisses me. “Forever is a long time.”
“I’m counting on it,” I reply, then press the button on my remote to start the fog machine outside. I hear the shrill sound of one or two screams on the other side of the door. “Now, let’s haunt this house. ”