Page 3 of A Halloween Kind of Night

“We’re closed for a private event. Oh.” We stopped in front of Skyler before I could sort through the random shit that’d popped into my head, and he was distracting enough that he chased all the weird thoughts out for the moment.

The way he’d gestured toward the shop that had the curtains closed wasn’t helping either. “Welcome. Please come in but be warned that this is a private event where clothing norms have been adjusted. You are expected to be polite and use good judgment or I will not be happy. Is that clear?”

Wynn managed not to adjust his erection but it looked like it took a lot of effort. In the end, he just nodded, and I was the one who had to respond verbally for us. “Yes, we understand. We are open-minded and will not be a problem.”

We’d be stupid but not a problem in the sense of making a scene.

Head bobbing faster, Wynn swallowed hard but just managed to squeak. It might’ve been his attempt at saying yes, but I wouldn’t have bet on it.

Skyler was more confident about it, though, or maybe he was just used to dealing with horny idiots because he nodded like it made perfect sense. “Yes, that’s right.”

What had he thought Wynn said?

“Go right in. Help yourself to goodies and hang out. Feel free to be yourselves and explore your fantasies. It’s Halloween after all.” How Skyler connected those things so closely together, I wasn’t sure, but he looked confident about it, so I didn’t ask any questions.

He’d have definitely thought they were stupid.

“Thank you.” Not knowing what else to say, I stepped toward the door but his sigh said I’d already done something wrong.

We both froze, but Wynn’s whole body tensed like he was one Skyler-frown away from orgasming.

“You didn’t bring his leash?” Studying us, his expression said he was disappointed in me for being stupid.

Telling him I hadn’t picked out the outfit seemed like it would be a mistake, but I wasn’t sure why. Still, I decided to go with it and just raised one eyebrow.

He huffed and started digging in the pockets of his tux, finally shifting enough for us to see the back of his costume.

There wasn’t one.

There were just panties.

For fuck’s sake.

“You’re the meme.” Wynn blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “The book one.”

As Skyler pulled out a cock ring, a small paddle, and a sparkly leash, he beamed at Wynn and handed me the leash. “That’s right. Good boy, pup.”

Rubbing his hand over the head of Wynn’s costume, Skyler actually looked like he was petting a dog. “Such a smart pup.”

Oh.

Wynn liked that.

Hereallyliked that.

His face lit up like it was his birthday and Christmas all in one and he’d just gotten the best dessert ever on top of it.

And he really liked dessert.

And Christmas lights.

Fuck. I had the leash.

“Keep him on the leash so he doesn’t get in trouble and wander.” Gesturing toward the plastic collar that was attached to the costume, Skyler made what I was supposed to do clear. “There’s a space at the back with mats on the floor for the littles and pups to play.”

Shaking his head, he sighed. “My floors just aren’t kneeling friendly, but I’ve tried to do the best I could.”

Flashing a smile at Wynn that he probably would’ve given to a real beagle, Skyler petted his head again. “Such a good boy. Yes, you are. I’ll figure out a better plan for pup knees next year, but you’ll be fine for tonight.”

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