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A sly grin spreads on her lips. “Baby, you have such a handsome face, but you know how much I love masks,” she pouts her lips.

Oh, I know.Hence the absurd collection that occupies the wall adjacent to where we currently stand.Gotta love Spirit Halloween, it’s the equivalent to a sex shop for us.

Lowering my head, I take hold of her bottom lip, nibbling it with my teeth, causing her to chuckle. “Don’t worry, your monster isn’t going anywhere, and neither is that.”

She casts her gaze down to meet where mine is nudged in the direction of the lingering cum that drips from her center.

A grunt rumbles from my throat, drawing her attention back to me. “There will be hell to pay if you clean up. I want to make sure I can still smell the cum dripping down my wife’s legs when we say I do.”

CHAPTER 29

“So, what do you think?” Delilah weaves her fingers in mine as we stand in front of the sliding glass door.

A jagged breath becomes trapped in my throat as my vision locks on the long pitch-fork shaped tree on the other side of the glass. It still looks as ominous as it did that night, when its strange branches caught my attention, making it a landmark to return to so my crime could be concealed. Though now, it stands, surrounded by the flickering glow of the dozens of carved pumpkins spread about its exposed roots.

“It’s perfect,” I breathe.

Squeezing my hand, Delilah grabs my attention. “He’s been working like a mad man to make this happen,” she pauses, giggling. “Pun intended.”

I turn to her, bringing my hand to her cheek. “Thank you, D for everything,” I wink.

She shrugs, “What can I say, it's not every day that you get to eat your best friend’s pussyandofficiate her wedding all in the same day.”

The moment she finishes her sentence, the two of us burst out into laughter because I don’t think there are many people, if any at all, who can say such a thing.

“We’re crazy, aren’t we?” I ask, my cheeks still sore from laughing.

“Yes. Extremely, but,” she lifts her finger, tapping it against the glass. “So is love. It’s probably one of the craziest things anyone can feel. It’s scary, it’s vulnerable, and has the very real capability of crushing you,” she pauses, shaking her head. “And I can’t believe what I’m about to say but, he,” she pauses once more, tapping her finger in the direction of where Maddox is standing on the other side of the window, “loves you. I’ll admit, maybe a little too much. No offense, Blair, I’m your girl, but you’re a lot to handle and, given the unconventional start you two had, it’s a fucking wonder the two of you are alive and free to share this moment. But either way, I’m not here to judge your love. I’m here because I love you and I love that he loves you for who you are, nothing more and nothing less.”

“Aww thanks, D, that was beautiful,” I laugh, even though the sentiment of her words traveled straight to my heart.

“I mean it, hopefully now that you two are about to be officially married, you two can retire from the, you know,” she tilts her head to side, gliding her hand across her neck, with her tongue sticking out.

“Stick to your day job, D, acting ain’t it,” I grin. “I can’t make any promises,” I add.

“Why am I not surprised,” she teases.

I look ahead at Maddox, who is standing beneath the pergola in front of the pitch-fork tree. He really is crazy, like Delilah pointed out, but he’s my kind of crazy and I’m never letting him go.

My hand moves to the handle of the door, about to slide it open when I feel Delilah press her phone against my cheek.

“Earth to Blair,” her voice drags. “Jesus girl, you’ll be stuck with him for the rest of your life. Snap out of it,” she jokes.

I turn my head to see where she has her phone grazing my ear.

“It’s your parents. Take it,” she lets go, transferring the phone into my grip. “I’ll meet you out there.”

I nod as she walks through the door.

“Hello?”

“There’s my Blair Bear,” my dad exclaims though his voice sounds like it’s being swallowed by the lively background noise of wherever he is. “Can you hear me?” he asks, shouting.

“Yeah, kind of,” I respond just as my mom interjects.

“Blair, honey, it’s me and dad” she announces as if I don’t already know. “Listen, we are so sorry that we aren’t able to make it tonight. With the Halloween Gala in the city and needing to make sure everything runs smoothly for Carmine, I’m afraid we won’t be able to make it back to Sleepy Hollow in time.”

“Lorraine, I think she can gather that since we are telling her this when their ceremony is about to begin,” my dad quips.

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