Page 2 of Knot the Witch Next Door

“You mean nothing can stop Dad from eating all the cookies you bake.”

Mom and Rosemary laughed.

“Speaking of your father, he’ll be home this Friday. I should make up a new batch of those cookies you two are currently demolishing.”

“They’re absolutely scrumptious!” Rosemary nabbed the last one off the plate. All of us knew to grab a cookie while you could with the threat of my dad coming home. His appetite for my mom’s baked goods knew no bounds.

The soft musical bongs of the doorbell rang through the house. I fetched another three cookies from the jar and set themon the plate as I walked past. “Probably a delivery for me. I ordered a crate of pumpkins that should be arriving today.”

“You’re selling pumpkins now?” Rosemary called after me.

“Nope, they’re just for me.” I laughed, a skip in my step as I hurried to the door for my pumpkins. It was easier to order them from a local farmer and have them deliver rather than haul them from the farm myself. I already had Halloween decorations up in the house and a massive display on the front porch, but I had to wait until closer to the thirty-first to carve the pumpkins so they wouldn’t rot and stink.

I grabbed my witch’s hat from the coat rack and set it on my head. Not only was it part of my brand, it would hopefully get a smile from Mr. Price. The old man loved Halloween almost as much as I did. I went to his apple orchard and pumpkin patch every October until I was twelve. He created the best corn mazes. It was one of my happy places.

With a grin that would make any jack-o-lantern proud, I swung open the front door and threw my arms out to the sides in a grand welcoming gesture. “Happy Pumpkin Day!”

Except it wasn’t Mr. Price standing on the porch.

It was Deacon.

Deacon in all his blow-my-witch’s-hat-off gorgeous Alpha glory.

Holy Samhain.

His black leather jacket hugged his huge shoulders and triceps. There was no way the coat would ever be able to zip all the way up with his wide chest. Faded jeans clung to his long legs with a rip in one knee. His black hair was shaved on the sides but longer on top, messy and stylish. All the boyish chub was gone from his cheeks. There wasn’t an ounce of fat there. No dimples on this handsome bearded Alpha.

And those midnight eyes, glimmering with what could only be amusement.

Every teenage fantasy of Deacon slammed to the back of my head to be replaced by this smoldering hunk. My body vibrated with the impact and made my thighs clench. The boy next door had turned into my dream man in leather.

Tie me to a stake and burn me alive, because the fire would be less torture than the heat I was feeling now.

CHAPTER TWO – Deacon

I’d been home for less than a day, and my mom already had me running errands for her. First to the dry cleaners and then to the flower store for a new autumn arrangement. Yet when she told me to go next door and fetch my sister because Sam had come by, I eagerly escaped to the Rookwood house.

To Carmilla.

We stood face-to-face, her gorgeous green eyes wide and a rosy flush to her cheeks. She breathed heavily, chest rising to entice me beneath her black sweater. This pale haired beauty had ruined me for other women, and she didn’t even know it.

“Hey Carmilla. How’s it going?” My heart beat hard as I tried to seem casual and not like I was a bumbling boy trying to impress a girl he liked. Not that she was a girl anymore. Oh fuck, she was all woman. Curvy, delicious, and sensual.

“Oh, hi.” She squeaked the words and then cleared her throat. “Hi Deacon. It’s good to see you. It’s been a long time.”

Her voice sent shivers through my very bones, making me breathe in deep. I gripped the door frame as her scent hit me even harder. Rich and sweet like a dark plum but spiced with cinnamon. My stiffening cock pushed at my jeans. I hadn’t expected my attraction to her to be this powerful, nor for me to want to take her right here in the foyer with her wearing nothing but that cute witch’s hat.

“Yeah, about seven years. You look like you’re doing well.” Oh so very well. Smoking hot.

“Seven years.” Carmilla shook her head and then smiled, a twinkle in her eyes returning that familiar mischief to her face. The tension between us rose another notch, and I swear her nipples hardened beneath the cashmere. “It’s been thatlong since we raced across our yards. I won the last one, if I remember right.”

“You won?” I dipped my head and raised my brows. Breathing her in again, I braced myself in the doorway so I wouldn’t pounce on her. “I seem to remember it differently.”

All my memories of Carmilla were tainted by the sexy Omega in front of me. The boy in me missed his friend, but the Alpha could only think about making her scream with pleasure as I buried my hard dick in her. Repeatedly.

“Oh please, Dee. Milla kicked your ass and you know it.” Rosemary exited the kitchen pushing Mavis Rookwood’s wheelchair. Leave it to my little sister to ruin our reunion.

Carmilla fist-bumped Rosemary as both of them laughed.

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