Page 3 of Untamed Reunion

“Hey, maybe this is new news to me, but have you tried the pumpkin spice latte at the coffee shop?”

“Duh! Who hasn’t?” he laughs.

“Well, apparently me, until today, and damn, that’s good!”

“Wait! They have it back in stock?”

“Well they did, it might be gone now that I’ve visited.” I can’t help but chuckle. The only reason I even tried it was because that was Hazel’s order. I normally just drink my coffee with sugar and a little bit of cream, leaving all the extra frilly stuff to the side. It sounded interesting and I couldn’t help myself, so I went for it and I’m glad I did. I’m pretty sure it’s the best damn coffee I’ve ever had, and I drink a lot of coffee.

“Well, damn you then,” he snickers.

We fall into a comfortable silence as we pull into the lot awaiting us. It’s the same as I remember it, but the air feels electric tonight. I immediately start scanning the crowd for Hazel, like she’s magically going to appear in front of me.

“She’s not here yet.”

“What?”

“If you’re looking for who I think you’re looking for, she’s not here yet. They will get here in a little bit. I’m dating Daphne now, and you know them. They come as a pair.”

“Well congrats, man, but I’m not looking for anyone.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever floats your boat,” he says as he claps my shoulder.

Okay, maybe Iamlooking for her.

Chapter 3

Hazel

Daphne came over at two, just like we had planned. We stuffed ourselves with pepperoni pizza as a late lunch or early dinner, dunch, as we call it, and now we’re getting ready to go.

I slip the handkerchief-style dress over my head, letting the fabric drape over my curves. I’d say I’m mid-sized, I have some belly and my thick thighs will save lives. I fill out whatever I put on, and I love it! The dress hits me mid-thigh and the forest green fabric is soft against my skin. I turn around to stare at my ass in the mirror. Damn, I love this dress.

I add a dark brown leather corset around my waist and pop the snaps closed. “Suck it in,” I mutter to myself, sucking in a breath and connecting the last few eyes at the bottom. I pull at the bottom of my dress to make sure it lays right, I hate when it gets caught up under the corset. The tight material accentuates my curves, giving me even more of an hourglass shape. It pulls my dress even shorter, making it hit just below my ass. The bigMedusa tattoo on my hip peeks out of the bottom of the dress; the rest of my body is littered with black ink, too.

My hair is curled tonight, something I normally don’t go through the effort of doing. It’s naturally kinky-wavy, and if I’m being honest with myself, I really have no clue how to take care of the curls. I just brush through it and throw it back in a claw clip or bun most days. It's dyed black, with vibrant blue money pieces to frame my face and contrasts my pale skin perfectly.

I throw another coat of mascara over my lashes and put on black lipstick before grabbing my wings and making my way into the living room. Daphne is waiting for me, so we can head to the harvest festival. She turns to me, and her eyes roam my body for she lets out a cat-call whistle.

“Damn, woman,” she says, “I would totally hit that. You look good!”

“Har-har, thanks.”

“No, seriously, babe, I love it.”

She stands and I take in her own costume since I haven’t had the chance to yet. She’s dressed up like a Playboy bunny. A strapless bodysuit adorns her small frame and ears sit on top of her head. She’s even gone as far as to paint a pink nose and whiskers onto her face.

“Now you,” I say taking her hand and having her spin for me, “look so fucking hot.” I give her ass a little spank before we laugh and grab our purses.

“Are we still meeting up with the boys?” I ask as we leave the house.

“Yep! Over by the apple cider booth!”

Her boyfriend will be there, along with a group of his friends. Callum was once in that group, but they all stopped talking about him a while ago. They’re probably not even friends anymore.

I feel giddy as we get into the car and start to head in the direction of the festival. The city quickly turns into trees, rows of them covering both sides of the road. Most still don their green leaves. It’s definitely the type of forest that you see in your nightmares. You can tell not much light is let through with the thick canopy. It’s a crisp sixty degrees tonight; the perfect night. Fall is definitely in the air.

There’s a sign up ahead pointing us in the direction of where to turn off. We follow it, going down a dirt road lined with more trees. Butterflies come alive in my stomach as we continue, getting closer to the venue. Our small town only puts this on for a few nights a year, and I wasn’t able to go last year. I had work and my stupid boss wouldn’t let me off for any of the days. Given I'm my own boss now, I'm taking whatever time off I want.

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