Page 94 of Ghosts of Halloween

“I did a landscaping job here,” he explains, leading us through a dark garden, our shoes scraping against a stone path. “The owners come here maybe once every three years or so. They keep spare keys hidden in the garden shed.”

Silas snorts, and Caden chuckles, opening the back door to let us in. “This is also where I hid my money,” he adds smugly after he clicks on the lights.

We reel on him, Jack gaping. “What, here? Wouldn’t they find it?”

Caden shakes his head, grinning widely as his eyes crinkle. Despite his exhaustion, he looks so handsome and confident,I want to lick him. “I buried it in the garden, in a place no one was likely to dig. I’ll get it out tomorrow.”

He assures us there is no alarm in the house, but Silas double checks. And there really isn’t. This is a luxurious but older building, the design leaning toward hunter’s lodge style, with dark wood paneling the walls, furs lying on the floors, and antlers displayed proudly in the living room.

Caden hands each of us a trash bag to put our bloody clothes in. We’re going to burn what we can tomorrow and dispose of other things, like the knife, when we get into another state. He’s really got it all figured out, and Silas only nods, quirking an impressed brow at Caden.

And I guess he should know. He killed people before tonight.

When I shiver, still cold, because the heating is turned off, Jack takes me to the kitchen where we ransack the cupboards, and Caden goes looking for the water heater to turn it on. Silas gets busy laying a fire in the fireplace, and soon, the four of us are sprawled on the furs in front of the fire, eating crackers and canned peaches, steaming mugs of tea by our sides.

Caden gets a first aid kit and fusses over my shoulder, cleaning the wound and wrapping it in clean bandages. Jack catches on and cleans my bloody knuckles, putting an antibiotic ointment on the raw skin. Silas glances at me with glittering eyes that reflect the fire. Finally, he grunts, pushing Caden away, and criticizes his bandage-tying technique. He makes a show of correcting it.

When they’re done, I nod off, pressed to Jack until he wakes me up with a gentle kiss, letting me know the water’s warm. There are four bathrooms in the house, a big one downstairs and three en-suites, and each of us takes one before we all crash on the massive bed in the master bedroom, not even bothering to find new clothes.

55

Jack

I wake up hard and horny, with my dick nestled between Harlow’s ass cheeks. Even before my brain is fully awake, I groan and flex my hips, hunting for friction.

And fuck, yesterday I thought the sex was amazing, and it was, but this? Everything feels so much more immediate, more textured and delicious now that I’m back to life.

Caden lies on the other side of Harlow, facing her, his hand on her hip. He breathes deeply, his face relaxed, mouth slightly open. Harlow doesn’t stir, either. They are both deep asleep, and on the one hand, I don’t want to wake them. On the other… I’m really fucking hard.

“You’re up, I see,” comes Silas’s amused voice. I turn just my head, refusing to let go of the wonderful feel of Harlow’s body pressed to my front. Silas wears a pair of gray joggers and nothing else, the lean muscles in his chest and stomach fully on display.

When I gape at him, my eyes fixing on his flexed abs, his grin widens, and he raises his arm, leaning sexily against the doorframe. My dick twitches against Harlow, and it’s… well, disturbing, sure. But as I get hornier by the second, I don’t even care.

Silas takes a sip from a steaming cup in his hand and nods at the bedside table. “There’s lube and condoms. Have fun.”

He crosses the room, sprawling in a comfy armchair by the window, his ankle propped on his knee. When I don’t move, he arches an eyebrow mockingly. “What are you waiting for?”

“You’ll just sit there?” I ask, not sure whether I’m disappointed or turned on that Silas will only watch us fucking. I think I’m both.

“I don’t know,” he drawls. “If I like what I see enough to join in, I might let you suck my cock while Caden eats your ass. But you have to entice me first.”

“Fuuuuuck,” I say under my breath, lying back so he doesn’t see my face, because I’m certain I’m bright red. I don’t even understand why the things he said get me so worked up, but my cock is as hard as steel, and it takes all I’ve got not to slam into Harlow and fuck her while thinking about what Silas’s dick tastes like.

I don’t think I do a good job hiding the extent of my reaction, because Silas chuckles quietly, the sound making my cock twitch against Harlow.Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Don’t be ashamed, Jack,” he says, and I can clearly hear the unhinged glee in his quiet voice, though his words are comforting. “You saw me yesterday. I didn’t even consider fucking a woman before, but I did that with Harlow, and I’ll do it again. It’s the four of us forever now. We’re together. It’s okay.”

I lie there in silence, processing this. Fuck, I’ve never actually considered sucking a dick before, but now, it’s the only thing I can think about. It’s killing me. A part of me wants to crawl out of bed and go to Silas, but… Fuck, just imagining the smug look on his face makes me want to growl with frustration even as my dick bucks against Harlow.

“And really, haven’t you ever been curious?” Silas asks slyly. “You played a lot of basketball in high school, right? All those communal showers… You must have thought about it.”

I do my best to be still and quiet despite how my cock throbs, desperate for friction. Because maybe, sometimes, I might have stolen covert looks at Noah’s dick. But… It’s not like I wanted to fuck him, I think, frowning. I just wanted to look for, like, comparison purposes.

His dick was mighty fine. Also thicker than mine. But I’m pretty sure he was a shower, so there’s that.

Still, I am honest with myself enough to admit, just in the privacy of my mind, that I might have gotten the piercings to one-up him. Kind of. Noah wasn’t my only motivation, but… He figured somewhere in there.

It was a complicated decision, and I’m really glad I made it. Fucking is so much better with a Jacob’s ladder.

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