Page 78 of Tell Me Lies

As my cock spews my seed deep inside of her, I lean forward, assaulting her lips with mine. Our lips work in absolutely no rhyme or reason as my orgasm hits its peak. I can’t stop the long groan that leaves my lips against hers because, fuck, she feels so good, coming with me.

My vision grows darker, and little specks dance in my eyes as I pound into her until the very end. And once her pussy stopssqueezing my cock, I press a kiss to her forehead. “Goddamn, I love you, Maci McKenzie.”

I rake my lips down her cheek and to her lips.

My entire life, I’ve never given a shit about a relationship. In my eyes, that meant someone was holding me down.

She could tie me down with fucking barbed wire, and I’d thank her.

The entire house is decorated with Halloween decor. Since I was a kid, I have loved putting up holiday decorations. My mom always did it. And her mom did too. But this year was different for me. I got to have a little helper. Amelia and I both wore our skeleton pajamas while we decorated the house and baked pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.

“I almost forgot my pumpkin bucket!” Amelia says before bolting toward her bedroom. Her cow tail wiggles as she runs, and it’s absolutely adorable.

It’s been a few weeks since she recovered from RSV, and I’m so happy that she’s back to normal. Although I’m always worried that she’ll catch another sickness and wind up in the hospital again. After all, it’s getting cold here in New England. And that’s when all the germs come out to play.

I look at Logan in his Highland cow onesie, and I can’t stop the loud laugh that bubbles from my lips. I cover my mouth up with my hand, but it’s useless because I can’t even contain myself.

“Laugh it up, Farmer Brown,” he says, eyeing over the costume Amelia picked out just for me before leaning over to put his lips to my ear. “You won’t be laughing when this cow is plowing the farmer from behind later, will ya?”

“Nothing about that sounds sexy, Logan.” I scrunch my nose up, putting my hand on his chest. “Hey, I’m not sure if you are aware of this, but not everything has to be perverted.”

Pulling back, he frowns at me with a completely unimpressed look resting on his handsome face. “Um … yeah. Yeah, actually. It does.”

“What are the guys going to think of your getup?” I giggle, unable to stop myself from staring at his costume. “Didn’t you say we are going to Kolt’s first?”

“You think I give a fuck what they think of my costume?” he says matter-of-factly. “Fuck no, I don’t. I look good.”

“You’re dressed up like a cow,” I deadpan.

“Male cows are hung like horses, I hear.” He shrugs, giving me a slight smirk. “If you ask me, it’s the perfect costume for me.”

“I got it!” Amelia calls, rushing toward us in her own Highland cow costume.

I painted her face a bit, and even though I’m no expert and certainly no artist, I watched a YouTube video, and it actually didn’t come out as terrible as I’d expected it to. And she loves it, so that’s all that matters.

“Ready to go?” I lift her up, spinning her around. “Time to load up on candy.”

“And then Daddy gets to raid your stash after you go to sleep,” Logan mutters proudly. “Perks of being a dad right there.”

“Daddy! Don’t eat all my candy!” she scolds him, scowling. “Last year, you ate all of my Reese’s, and I only got one!”

His lips form a straight line. “My bad, babe. I … got a little carried away. This year, I’ll contain myself. I’ll go for the Rolos instead since you hate them.” He pauses, dropping his voice so low that he knows Amelia won’t hear him. “Maybe.”

Once I set her down, we make our way toward the door when Amelia stops, turning toward Clyde. I already know what’s coming next. And in my mind, I’m trying to think of something, anything, to answer what she’s going to say.

“Clyde can’t spend Halloween alone,” she says sadly. “We have to bring him.”

Logan looks at me, undoubtedly wanting me to be the bad guy here. So, I sigh.

“He’s so big, sweetie. It would be pretty tricky to bring him into places.” I cringe, glancing over at Clyde. “And he’d drool all over everything. Oh, and likely pull my arm out of the socket because he is terrible on a leash.”

“Please,Maci.”

Her bottom lip pokes out. Also known as … my kryptonite. Because how am I supposed to say no to that?

I look at Logan for backup, only that asshole is already reaching for Clyde’s leash.

“She’s right. It’s Halloween. What’s he going to do? Sit here by himself and watch scary movies?” He glances at Clyde. “I don’t think so, buddy. Not on my watch.” He gives him a quick whistle. “Wanna go for a ride?”

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