Chapter 15 #2
The woman standing by my side is proof of that. She is totally in her element as she oohs and ahhs over the creative costumes of the children.
She nearly lost her mind when a child no more than two years old toddled up to the door in a leprechaun costume. I had to stop her from filling the little tyke’s pot of gold with all the candy.
Even I had to admit, it was cute.
Besides the adults, though, the most reaction I got from the kids were, “Oh, your costume is cool.” Or, “I didn’t think you were real.”
Turns out I had indeed become the stuff of rumors in the town. Now that the folks had seen me, maybe that would change.
By eight at night, I can see Brenna is nearly dead on her feet.
“I can have Maxim shut the gate again. I don’t think there are any more children to give candy to.”
She looks down at the last remaining bag of candy. It’s about halfway finished. “No, not yet. There may be some stragglers.” She yawns.
“You need to rest. You’re tired.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I wonder whose fault that is.”
I chuckle and throw my hands up. “I had no part in that. It was my alter ego.”
She scoffs and leans against the wall, gazing at me adoringly. “Oh, please, there is no alter ego. It’s all you. Besides, I don’t think I could deal with more than one of you. I can barely keep up as it is.”
It’s only then that I realize maybe I’ve been a little too enthusiastic with my desire for her. She’s never told me no.
“You know you don’t have to have sex with me if you don’t want to, right? I don’t want to force you.” The words are serious.
She focuses and pushes off the wall, coming over to me to put her hands on both sides of my face. “Cormac, I want every last second with you. Your kiss, your body, you. I know it’s my choice and I choose you.”
I kiss her softly once. “Good, cause you’re stuck with me.”
Before things can get any more heated, the doorbell rings and I groan. Goddamn kids.
I stand back and watch her scurry over to the door, plastering on her happy face as she opens the door. She’s just as excited about this trick-or-treater as she was about the very first one.
She talks to the kids like they are small adults, asking them what kind of candy they like. Making deals with them if we don’t have their favorite in the low stock of candy we have left. She laughs and interacts with them.
I take in the scene.
Brenna would make a great mother.
A thought rips through my head. We’ve been having sex like rabbits for a few weeks now, and not once have I used protection.
I know my father’s greatest wish would be for me to hurry up and breed her so I can further the line, but up until now I’d wanted no part in that. I don’t want to create more demons for his bloodline.
But what if the child Brenna and I create isn’t like that? What if they are like her? Good. Strong. Pure?
What kind of father would I be?
Would she want to stay with someone like me once she has a child to take care of? Could I lose her just that easily?
The fear of not knowing what would happen if Brenna fell pregnant clashes violently with the deeply primal urge to force as much of my seed into Brenna as possible. To have her growing round and full with my child. To show the whole world that she is truly mine.
I don’t know how she feels about the situation, but I do know that it may very well be too late. She could be standing there right now carrying my child.
Standing in danger.
I pull the phone out of my pocket and check through the various security feeds that are now coming through my phone and computer.
No alarms have been tripped, and I can see security tightly guarding the perimeter to make sure no trick-or-treaters end up in places they aren’t supposed to be.
I didn’t tell Maxim to do that; he must have taken it up on his own to do so. The man needs a raise.
Still, even with no apparent threat on the cameras, my anxiety starts to ramp up.
I need to make sure that she stays safe.
I’m about to jump out of my skin as I watch her continue on with this never-ending conversation with the Power Ranger standing at my front door.
Finally, when the kid bounces down my stairs and Brenna closes the door behind him, I reach forward and grab the little bit of candy from her.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
I take hold of her hand and start to lead her down toward the bedroom.
“Cormac, you promised.” She huffs.
Everything in me wants to tell her to shut her mouth and just let me get her to safety, but I know from experience that’s not going to get me anything but an argument. I don’t want her stressed or upset. She’s given me a wonderful day, and I’d like to end it on that note.
I turn, and this time it’s my turn to hold her face in my hands.
Gently, I lay my hands on either side of her face, holding her like she’s the most precious jewel.
“Wife, I did promise, and we’ve been entertaining trick-or-treaters for hours now.
It’s late. You’re tired. I’m tired. I just want to lay down with you and rest. There will be other Halloweens to celebrate. ”
Her small pout slowly turns into a sleepy smile. “Okay, I’m going to hold you to that.” By the time I let her go, she yawns and is literally dragging her feet as we make our way to the bedroom.
The room is pitch black, as I haven’t had the chance to light any of my candles. Not that it seems to bother Brenna. She’s already nodding off to sleep by the time I lay her down on the bed.
I light some candles, just enough for the glow to let me see her. I pull out my phone and shoot Maxim a text to let him know that trick-or-treating is over and to close the gate. He replies with an affirmative.
Once I’m satisfied that he’s got everything under control, I refocus on Brenna, who has in that short span of time fallen completely asleep.
As gently as my massive hands can, I unzip her gorgeous dress and slide it off her body.
Then I work on her bra and panties. I take off the crown of flowers, leaving her completely naked on my bed.
Absolute perfection.
A slice of heaven I don’t deserve, but I’ll do anything in my power to keep her safe.