Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Kate hunched over the bar, looking at her phone.
Jax was next to her, leaning back against the bar, facing the crowd of people waiting for the costume contest to start.
Jax was about five foot eight, with a slim build.
Their long hair was colored ruby red and was in a top knot.
Their undercut showed off their neck, which had two spots of dripping fake blood.
“I hate Halloween,” Jax said. They glanced at Kate.
“Did you hear what I said?” Jax turned toward Kate.
Kate smiled at her phone.
Jax rolled their eyes and tapped Kate’s shoulder.
She turned to look at Jax.
“Care to share?” they said.
Kate shoved her phone into her pants pocket. “Nothing to share.”
“Girl,” Jax said.
“I’m just having some fun.” Kate was pretty sure Jax knew Hannah, and she didn’t want to tell Jax they’d been hooking up. “No big deal. How are things with you and your love?”
“We’re fine, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I know that I’m working tonight, but it’s still a Halloween party, and she is not here,” Jax said.
“Should I be worried? You two are my favorite queer couple. I like seeing someone I know monogamous and happy.”
“We’ve been together for a long time. It’s just, I don’t know. It sounds ridiculously cliché, but I think we’ve grown apart. She’s just not interested in spending time with me. A strange thing to say about someone you live with, but there it is.”
Kate got up off her stool and flung an arm around her friend.
“I get it! Back in my twenties, I lived with a girl for almost three years. The first couple of years were amazing, and then she decided to go back to school, and she made new friends, and the next thing I knew, I realized we only spent time together in bed—and most of that was us sleeping.”
“Thanks, Kate.”
“Maybe you two just need to, ah, prioritize your relationship and shit.”
“Spoken like someone who’s happily single.”
“Aye, Matey!”
Jax mimed like they were going to take Kate’s beer away. “I think you need to be cut off.”
“You are the crankiest vampire I’ve ever met.”
Jax rolled their eyes. “I’ve gotta get back behind the bar. I’ll talk to you later. Have fun texting with your secret friend.”
Kate wagged her eyebrows and pulled her phone back out. Should she ask herself why she was on her phone in the middle of the Halloween party she looked forward to every year? Was that the behavior of someone who wanted to be single? She frowned.
Hannah had texted her back. She’d walk the plank for Kate. That was a good one. Now she needed to come up with a sexy witch innuendo.
Kate began typing “I think you’ve put a spell on me,” then she thought better of it. That was the sort of thing you said in a Halloween card to your girlfriend. She sipped her beer and kept thinking about what to say while the crowd was doing the monster mash around her.
“Okay, I think I got it,” she mumbled.
Kate
Wanna come over and show me if you’re a good witch or a wicked witch?
Because she knew she was going to have a few beers, she’d taken a ride share over to Hop’s Heaven.
But it was only a ten-minute walk to her house, if Hannah could come over, she’d run home.
She snorted. The bird would probably fall off as she ran.
Well, she could just leave it with Jax at the bar.
She stared at her phone as the band started playing “Zombie” by the Cranberries.
Kate nodded in time with the music. They were really good.
She looked over at the line for the bathroom, and it was six sexy witches deep.
She checked to see if Hannah had responded while she was counting the women in line for the bathroom. Three dots were still bubbling.
Kate tapped her boot against the bar. She scrolled up to look again at Hannah’s picture.
She wanted nothing more than to help her out of that soft sweater she was wearing.
Kate inhaled as if she could smell Hannah through the phone.
She hoped Hannah was wearing fishnet stockings; she’d take them off with her teeth.
Finally, a text appeared.
Hannah
I would, but I’m babysitting until at least eleven.
Kate deflated. She needed to be at the shop early to move all the fall items to the clearance area and put out the Christmas merchandise. Then again, she could sleep next year.
Kate
If I get to take you out of that costume, I don’t care how late it is.
Hannah
Well, blow me down, Captain Kate.
Kate
Aye, Aye. The back door will be propped open, so just come on up to my apartment.
Hannah
See ya, soon-ish.
It was already ten-thirty, so she finished the last of her beer and went to stand in the bathroom line.
Mercifully, the line went fast, and since it was late, she got a ride share and was home by eleven.
After she detached the fake bird, she decided to keep her costume on.
She rushed around doing some quick cleaning.
Just as she was straightening the pillows on her bed, she heard a knock on her door.
She ran to the front door, almost tripping over her boot-clad feet. She threw open the door.
“Trick or treat?” Hannah said.
Hannah the witch was even more stunning in person.
Her sweater accented her small waist, and her tiered black skirt ended mid-thigh.
Unable to contain her desire, Kate wrapped one arm around Hannah’s waist and slid the other to the back of her neck.
Their mouths smashed together as if they had been separated for years and were finally back together.
The sweet taste of Hannah mixed with chocolate filled Kate’s senses.
Hannah’s witch’s hat fell to the floor. Kate moved her hand down and gripped Hannah’s thigh.
The rough feel of the fishnets against her hand made her core heat up. She needed Hannah in bed now.
“If we don’t go inside, I’m going to undress you right here.”
Hannah stopped kissing Kate’s neck and put her hand on her hip. “Would that be a problem?”
“Today it could be, I’m pretty sure my landlord has a camera or two in the stairwell,” Kate said.
“Yikes—but that’s only a today problem?”
Hannah ran her hand down Kate’s chest where the unbuttoned shirt showed exposed skin.
Then she gently pushed her hand under the shirt, loosening the tape keeping it in place.
Waves of want moved through Kate as Hannah first palmed her breasts and then rolled her hardened nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
“I’m working on buying the building before next year.” Kate gasped out as Hannah continued softly squeezing her taut nubs.
Hannah paused. “That’s amazing!”
Kate regained her composure for a moment and pulled Hannah inside her apartment and closed the door.
Hannah stopped and bent over to undo the laces on her boots.
Kate’s mouth went dry. Not only was Hannah wearing fishnets, but they were thigh high and attached to garters.
She closed the distance between them and caressed Hannah’s ass.
As soon as Hannah was out of her boots, she turned to Kate and said, “Maybe tonight, you’ll let me practice making you scream?”
Kate clenched her thighs; she’d never heard Hannah’s voice so husky. “Maybe,” was all she could say in response as she let Hannah drag her down the hall to Kate’s bedroom. It was probably the beer talking, but she thought tonight could be the night she let Hannah go down on her.
Hannah stopped at the foot of the bed and shimmied out of her underwear.
Then she hopped on the bed and scooted up to the headboard.
Her legs were spread wide, and Kate crawled up the bed until she was nestled between Hannah’s soft, creamy thighs.
She kissed the warm skin there, noticing for the first time that Hannah had a small mole on the sensitive skin so near her core.
She licked it and then kissed it and soon she was lapping up the sweet juices of Hannah.
It wasn’t long before Hannah was bucking against her, so close to coming.
Kate pressed two fingers inside Hannah, loving the way Hannah’s muscles wrapped around her fingers as she came.
Once Hannah had finished riding the waves of her orgasm, she rolled on her side and Kate moved next to her on the bed.
Hannah tenderly and thoroughly kissed herself off Kate’s face.
When she was done, she pushed Kate down onto the bed.
She carefully finished removing the double-sided tape from Kate’s chest.
Kate’s breasts were heavy with longing, and she moaned when Hannah put her lips on her swollen nipple.
Instead of becoming bored after a couple of nights with this red-haired beauty, Kate’s hunger was growing.
The more time she spent with Hannah, the more time she wanted to spend with her.
Hannah continued kissing her way down Kate’s chest. Then Hannah hooked her fingers into the waistband of Kate’s cotton breeches and looked up at her.
Kate swallowed. Was she ready for Hannah’s tongue on her?
Since Brittany, Kate had steadily avoided allowing herself to be vulnerable—even in bed.
Butterflies filled her stomach, but the heat pooling in her now demanded relief that she knew her hand or her favorite toy wouldn’t be enough to slack. “Mm-hmm,” Kate nodded, and Hannah pulled off her pants, and took her underwear off with them.
Kate’s legs shook slightly as she waited for Hannah to situate herself. Hannah pushed Kate’s legs wider apart, and then she was breathing on Kate’s core. Kate fisted her hand in Hannah’s hair as Hannah took her first slow lick through Kate’s core. “Fuck, Hannah,” Kate said.
Hannah swirled her tongue around Kate’s swollen nub.
Kate began grinding against Hannah’s face.
“You are so good at this; keep going, baby.” Baby?
Who was she right now? Since when did she use pet names and relinquish control?
Hannah slowly pushed two fingers inside her and used her thumb to rub against Kate’s clit.
Not being in control felt too good to stop.
She rolled her hips in response to the rhythm of Hannah’s tongue.
She was so close she put both her hands in Hannah’s hair and ground her moist core against Hannah’s tongue.
Tingles of pleasure had long ago changed to lightning bolts as she rocked against Hannah’s sweet face.
Hannah swirled her tongue around Kate’s clit, and as if she was certain Kate was ready to come, she nipped Kate’s nub lightly.
The sensation was like a firework going off and Kate flew with it, bursting into a kaleidoscope of colors as she came apart and then floated to the ground like a fountain firework.
“Damn,” Kate said.
Hannah grinned and moved up to Kate’s face and kissed her.