Page 45 of Marcus-stiltskin

Why would two scarecrows win a contest? “Did y’all always win the contests?”

“Yes, except–”

I hold up a hand. “Wait, let me guess.” I point to the third costume–the safari outfit. “That year. Whatever year you wore that one, you lost.”

He chuckles. “Is that a witch thing? How did you know?”

I tell him about sensing abilities and he laughs. “You know I wouldn’t put it past her to use magic to win. She could not stand to lose, and that year we really should have won. She was a fucking giraffe, of all things. But someone showed up dressed as Prince and their husband was Purple Rain.”

“Prince? She must’ve worked with a lot of old people.”

He snorts.

“What I mean is–”

He reaches across the table, takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles, his eyes meeting mine before releasing my hand. “Let’s talk less about my ex-wife,” he says as he squeezes my hand.

I smile. “Sure. What would you like to talk about?”

“Tell me about the Wild Hare’s Halloween party.” He shoves the costumes back into the box and puts it to the side, returning to his chair to finish his dinner as I do the same.

I laugh. “It gets pretty wild. The dancers will still wear their outfits, but they’re always altered for Halloween. It’s like a contest to see who can come up with the craziest Halloween costume. They’ll still dance their dances, but we get a ton of women in, so we’ll have line dances and a few choreographed numbers that we do to get everyone up and dancing.”

“And thirsty?”

I smile. “Exactly.”

He takes another bite of his dinner and then meets my eyes. “I feel a little bit weird. There’s a part of me that wants to see you dance, but..”

“But what?”

“There’s another part of me that probably will want to pull you off the stage and carry you home.”

I huff a laugh. “That’s very caveman of you.”

“What can I say? You make me feel very possessive.”

I laugh. “I think I’m okay with that.” I get up from my chair and gently sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around me and lets me lean my head against his shoulder. I close my eyes and just sit still for a long moment, enjoying being held.

Despite all the crap going on around me outside this fire station, it’s lovely just to be able to come back here, eat, and then spend the night naked with Marcus. I know it won’t last forever. There will be a day when someone is tired and we just sleep. That will lead to another and before we know it, we’ll have to be on a schedule just to make sure we’re both ready for sex on the same night. But until then I will enjoy the hell out of this little bit of time where he’s trained my body to be ready for him right after dinner.

He brushes the hair out of my eyes and runs a finger down my cheek until he’s at my chin. He lifts my chin to his and kisses me softly at first. I feel his cock stir through his pants and wonder if he owns any sweats. Maybe I should buy him a pair or two tomake dinner in. It would give me much easier access than his typical jeans.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks as he pulls away.

“That I need to buy you sweatpants to make dinner in.”

“Sweatpants?” he asks with an amused expression. “Is this that gray sweatpants thing girls are always going crazy for?”

“No, but ooo, that would definitely be an added benefit. I just would like to have easier access after dinner.”

“Easier access?”

I run a hand across the bulge, and he sighs. “I could see how easier access would be good.”

“Are you done with dinner?”

He starts to kiss my neck. “I can be.”

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