Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
Part of the reason I became a photographer is because I dislike routine. Or at least that’s what I thought. Turns out I just needed the right one. Pics all day followed by all my fall favorites crammed in between make out sessions then snuggling all night with a twelve-foot sentient skeleton?
Chef’s kiss. Or maybe that’s skeleton’s kiss.
I’m glad I waited until Tony was gone to get Mr. Bonejangles.
In the midst of my divorce and the time after, I didn’t understand why my life had turned out the way it had.
Why I had to be lonely. Left behind. Was I being punished for a transgression in a past life?
Because I thought I was a decent person in this one.
Now I know I just needed everything to lead me up to this point. Everything was worth it because I’ve never been happier. And I never would have had Mr. Bonejangles and this situationship without the trials and tribulations that came before.
Maybe I should have wondered what would come after Halloween. Maybe I should have questioned my sanity. After all, I’m falling in love with injection molded plastic with a touch of whimsy.
But I deserve some pure unfettered Halloween joy, and I’m seizing it, and him, with both hands, and my mouth, and enjoying every second, from the costumes BJ and I picked out to my amazing new sex life.
My photography business is thriving with the help of the Spooky Bitches, who have settled into a routine and need minimal supervision. Although we’re still viral, the lines have died down, and the whole operation is running like a well oiled machine.
And although I still wish at times that I had BJ all to myself, knowing that I have all night with him in the tent gets me through the long days.
My only complaint is they’ve passed by in a blur of introducing him into all of my favorite Halloween activities and countless orgasms, and now there’s only two days left until Halloween. Two measly days until the best day of the year is here—and gone.
No. I refuse to think about what comes next. Instead, I’ll focus on soaking up every second. And I’ve seen other people keep their skeletons up all year. I can get outfits for other seasons. I nod, agreeing with myself that this is a very sensible solution.
Sleeping in the tent throughout the winter probably isn’t very feasible. I’ll have to check into getting a building permit to make a big barn or something for my yard. I certainly have the funds now thanks to all the money the pics and merch have brought in.
When the last person is gone, and the Spooky Bitches have said goodnight, I get ready for bed and head out to the tent. BJ is already inside, carefully setting up our little nest. I stand there for a minute, watching the care he uses to spread the blankets and fluff the pillows.
He must feel me watching because he looks over his shoulder and throws me a digital wink, then crooks a bony finger at me.
Heat instantly pools in my core at the sight, my body reacting to the feel of his finger doing that same thing inside my body just last night.
And the night before. Hell, every night since the first time.
I run to him, excited to start another night together. We’ve been working through my favorite Halloween movies on my laptop, falling asleep in a tangle of flesh and bone.
Tonight, we’re finishing up our stretch of vampire movies in honor of tomorrow’s outfit. Although we’re both excited about our couple’s Halloween costume, I can’t wait to see him in the enormous cape and custom fangs I ordered. I always did have a soft spot for vampires.
I start the newest remake with gorgeous cinematography, and it inspires me to say, “Oh, I have an idea. Stay here.”
I run to the garage and grab the accessories for tomorrow. When I pop back out of the garage, I frown at the open gate. One of the Spooky Bitches must have left it open when they left. Shrugging, I shut it and then head back out to the tent.
“You ready to get in the Halloween spirit a little early? I’m kind of a sucker for vampires,” I tell him with a laugh and hold up the custom fangs. “Get it? Sucker?”
He squints his digital eyes at me, and his shoulders shake in what I’ve come to know as his silent laugh. He gives me a thumbs up and then lies down so I can easily reach his teeth.
I sit next to him and lean back against his rib cage to read the instructions while he toys with my hair, running it through his fingers and twirling it around them—one of his favorite pastimes.
A chill races down my spine at the feel of his fingertips on my scalp, but I push away the desire to focus on the task at hand.
“Okay, I got it!” I stand up and straddle his neck, then sit on his sternum, bracing my elbows on my knees as I carefully lean over and attach the fangs to his teeth.
BJ reaches up to feel them, but I swat his hand away and say, “Wait, you have to let the glue set.”
He nods and stares at me, LED eyes flashing in what I’ve learned means desire.
“Yes, you look even hotter with fangs. I’m really happy we put them on ahead of time because now we can try them out,” I say and give him a seductive smile.
After a minute, I glance at my watch and say, “Ok, it's been long enough. You can check them out now.”
He reaches up and runs a bony fingertip over them then nods at me.
I wink at him, then bend down and run the tip of my tongue over one pointed canine.
“Mm,” I moan. “I thought I was a sucker for vampires, but skeleton vampires? This is next level, BJ.”
He cups the back of my head with the same gentleness he always does and angles my head, exposing the long line of my neck to his questing mouth. When he drags just the point of the new sharp teeth up my neck, I can’t stifle the gasp that escapes and then gives way to a low groan.
“Yup, that's exactly what I’m talking about,” I murmur while he nibbles my neck.
His other hand starts to rove over my back, pushing down my shorts and panties.
“You greedy skeleton,” I say in mock reproach but I’m already helping him push them down.
He takes a bony finger and slides it up my night shirt, scraping the tip over my nipples until I’m breathing hard where I stand, straddling the vertebrae of his neck. He turns his hand and uses one finger to puncture though my top and rip the front open.
“Mr. Bonejangles,” I cry. I’ve never seen him be so aggressive, but I can’t lie, it’s turning me on.
He takes me in his hands and easily lifts me, bending and spreading my legs to hold me just over his mouth.
I lean forward and brace my hands on the rounded dome of his skull as he uses his hold on my hips to bring me closer.
I stare down in anticipation as he starts rubbing my exposed pussy over the ridges of his teeth.
“Oh,” I gasp. It turns into a keening cry as I feel the textures slipping over my aching core.
His whole frame vibrates as he continues to shift my hips from side to side.
“I love how creative you are with finding ways to pleasure me,” I say, encouraging him to keep going.
He then slides me so that the tip of the fang is just grazing over my swollen, throbbing clit, and I realize he knows exactly what he’s doing. Catalogs my every word and every move just to show me with his actions what he can’t tell me with his words.
I drop my head back between my shoulders, and my legs shake as he slides me back and forth, faster and faster. Despite his supportive grip on my body, my hips try to buck against him seeking more.
He angles them to apply more pressure to my clit while he sneaks his thumb into my opening.
Another moan escapes me as he answers my hunger to be filled again, timing his thrusts to the rhythm my hips are searching for.
I can’t help the whine that slips free from my lips, but a groan quickly replaces it as he takes the thumb that is soaking wet with my desire and slips it into my ass while he inserts a finger into my pussy.
“Yes, BJ, just like that,” I cry. “More, please give me more.”
He winks at me and then works another bony finger into my sopping wet pussy.
I hiss at the exquisite stretch that quickly bleeds into pleasure. I can feel each swell of the knuckle and taper of the middle of the bones slipping in and out of me in delicious contrast. I’m so close.
“More. Fuck, give me more!” I shout, and he works another bony finger in. I lose myself in wild abandon, whipping my head forward to stare down at where his bony hand is slipping in and out of me. Only one finger remains, and suddenly, all I can think of is him burying it inside of me.
“Give me all of them,” I say, and he stills for a second. I snap my eyes to his and say, “I’m sure. Please, BJ, please.”
We both look back down to where he is disappearing inside of me to watch him slip the final finger into my dripping pussy.
I slip my feet onto the ground at the sides of his jaw and he moves his other hand to simply support me. I ride his face, rubbing my clit over the edge of the new fangs over and over again while he fills me with all of his fingers, his thumb pulsing in and out of my ass.
The orgasm crashes over me in white hot waves as I writhe and scream. A wicked October wind that starts in my core and spreads out in waves to eclipse every feeling, every thought. All I can feel is him, my Mr. Bonejangles.
A deep rumbling boils up from his bones, so hard I can almost imagine I hear it as a great moan from him, and it helps me ride out the last aftershocks of my orgasm.
I collapse down over his face, breasts pressed into his orbits and he wraps his arm around me while his hand gently extracts itself from my body.
Once my breathing has slowed, he gently lowers me to my side and curls his frame against me.
“Holy shit, BJ. That was incredible,” I pant out just as I hear a muffled gasp and scrabbling on the outside of the tent.
We both go still, trying to process what we just heard. BJ starts to stand, but I can’t let him investigate and risk him being seen.
I whisper shout, “No, you have to stay here!”
He puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head at me, pointing to himself and then the tent wall, then me and the ground.
I understand that he wants me to wait here while he goes to check things out, but I can’t let him. Instead of wasting time arguing, I just take off, unzipping the flap and running around the side. As I round the corner, I take off in a sprint when I see the gate slam closed.
“No, no, no,” I chant under my breath, each syllable pounding out through my feet into the ground and ricocheting back into my bones.
Raw panic consumes me as I worry someone saw something that will get BJ taken from me. I can’t imagine what would happen if news of a sentient skeleton broke.
Would the police come? Oh, what if the government came and took him? Would it be like every alien movie ever made?
My heart stutters with each fresh fear washing over me in waves.
How could I have been so stupid? I should have taken him away from all of this as soon as I knew he was sentient.
I never should have risked his safety for these stupid pictures and the viral support. None of this matters compared to him.
Clenching the flapping ends of my torn shirt around me, I chase the peeping Tom around the corner of the fence to find it’s not a peeping Tom at all.
It’s a peeping Lois. Because of fucking course it’s Lois.
She is two steps away from jumping into Pam’s car when I call, “Lois, wait!”
She spins and fixes me with an evil glare, scarier than any horror movie I’ve ever seen.
“How are you going to explain your way out of this, huh? He’s now some porno movie prop?
You disgust me. Having sex with a plastic skeleton.
You’re—” She pauses, grasping about for the worst insult she can hurl at me. “—unnatural.”
I stand there, trying to catch my breath between the accusations she’s hurling at me.
She takes a menacing step towards me, finger jabbing at my heaving chest. “You’re lewd. Vulgar. All your Happy Halloween horseshit is nothing more than a farce for your twisted perversions!”
“What? No. It’s nothing like that,” I gasp, hands fisted as I try to keep my torn shirt around me like a shield.
Her face freezes, and the color drains from her face as her eyes go wide.
“Now, see Lois? You’re so upset you gave yourself a heart attack,” I hiss.
But she doesn’t move. Lois just stands there—frozen.
Realization dawns as I feel the looming presence behind me. I don’t need to turn around to know just who is standing behind me.
“Wow, these animatronics have really come a long way,” I rush out. “I, um, am just going to go unplug him now.”
I spin and point furiously to the backyard, but BJ doesn’t move. Fire snaps in his LED eyes, and I’m torn between smiling at him coming to my rescue, a twelve-foot tall white knight in bony armor, and an intense fear that this is the end of him. Of us.
“Please, BJ. I cannot lose you. I just can’t,” I plead.
His eyes snap down to me, and the fire is replaced with sad eyes. A large skeletal hand stretches out and takes mine.
I toss a look over my shoulder to see Lois gasping like a fish. At least Pam has the sense to stay in the car. She calls, “Lois! Lois, get in!”
I don’t wait to see what happens when they take off. I just lead BJ back to the tent.
“Thanks, big guy. Let’s finish this movie,” I say with false brightness.
He cocks his head at me, as if he knows that I’m not okay. That this isn’t okay and maybe nothing will ever be okay again.
“We’ll figure something out,” I say and paste a smile on my face. But the realization that the moment I’ve been avoiding has come.
My Halloween honeymoon is over, and reality is already trying to claw its way back into my life like a B-movie graveyard zombie reaching up for my ankles.
BJ keeps looking around but I focus on radiating calm. In actuality, I’m keeping one ear out for sirens while the rest of me is soaking up every single moment with him, knowing this night could very well be our last.