Chapter 3
Once we’re buckled in, I press him for details. “So… Is Chris a work friend, or did you meet him on the app?”
Lucas finds men for me to fuck on an app and invites them over to our house. It’s been less than a handful of times I’ve fucked someone anywhere else, and he keeps the app a secret so I can’t sneak a peek at the pool of candidates. Spoilsport.
My sweet husband is driving, and gives me a side-eye flicker as he keeps his attention on the road. “Neither.”
Ugh, is he trying to be annoying? “Okay, so how do you know Chris?”
“Aren’t you the curious bunny tonight?”
I vacillate between thoughts of punching his arm or blowing him a kiss for being so damn annoyingly cute.
I deepen my voice and try to sound threatening. “You’re going to have a cranky bunny on your hands if you don’t tell me how you know him.”
The corners of his mouth pull up. “Let’s say he’s a friend of a friend, and I heard he enjoys playing with married women.”
Mmm, yeah, that’s an acceptable answer. I shift in the seat and wish Lucas was rubbing between my legs. I stare out the window and study the passing fields. Wherever he’s taking me is a fair distance out of town, but it’s not dark yet since he got off work early.
In the end, it doesn’t matter how he found Chris.
I trust Lucas and I’m rarely disappointed.
In fact, the only time in the last year he chose badly was when he invited over a guy who showed up in assless chaps.
Chappy, as I dubbed the dude, was an eager one-minute man.
After Chappy apologized and left, Lucas fucked me for hours to make up for it.
The drive takes around thirty minutes and when we pull into a dirt parking lot, I’m surprised by how few cars there are for Halloween.
“Where is everyone?”
“Oh.” He shrugs with feigned casualness. “The haunted house doesn’t open for another hour. We’re getting a semi-private tour.”
My brain blips out for a moment and I consider what this might mean. Ms. Kitty adds her two cents.
Lucas stops the car and angles his body towards me. “Baby, once we’re in there, if we’re separated, I want you to go with it.”
My eyes grow round and my pulse beats faster. “Something is happening IN the house?”
Lucas leans forward and I instinctually meet him halfway.
He brushes his lips against mine. “Nothing is going to happen you don’t want. Chris knows your safe word and I’ll be within hearing distance.”
All my nerve endings zing. I never included a haunted house in my fantasies, but I’m totally on board with the plan.
I throw myself across the seat to give him an enthusiastic kiss. “Okay, love. Let’s do this. I’m ready to get boned by a skeleton!”
He barks out a laugh as we climb out of the car. I faintly hear him mutter, “He’s not a skeleton.”
I don’t want to know what Chris’s costume is, so I don’t ask for clarification. This idea of anonymous, filthy haunted house sex is the fantasy I never knew I wanted. I’m so wet my costume is going to be a mess by the end of the night. It’s a good thing it’ll be dark when we leave.
I slide my palm into Lucas’s and we head towards a wooded path.
There’s a house faintly visible through the trees.
I was daydreaming when Lucas told me about the haunted house, but I remember him saying it’s run by an escape room company and they turn it into a haunted house for two weeks every October.
Lucas squeezes my hand and glances at me. “Are you ready?”
Desire burns a pit in my stomach, and I lick my lips. “Hell yes. Bring on the monster fucking.”