"But," I told him, "if you’re going to move here, you can’t leave now. Only tourists leave now. Residents stay for the best part."
He raised an eyebrow.
"We drink cider and eat cake and onion rings. There's a late-night onion ring-frying session."
"That is so random."
"I know, right? But that's why we have the biggest-onion competition."
Most of the tourists were making their way to the train station or to their cars. We locals all went to a side street, where there were firepits set up. Hazel was at the cart, stirring batter, while her sister sliced onions. I joined in to help.
"So this is a contest?" Garrett asked, separating the rings.
"Only in so far as you see how many you can eat!" I said as the first batch of onions was dunked into the hot oil.
* * *
"I’m exhausted,"I said, yawning after Remy dropped us off at the Victorian house. He’d come back with the bus to ferry people around. It still had all the rocket-ship attachments on it.
"Gonna take some time getting those off," Remy said cheerfully as he pulled open the bifold door. "Welded all that on."
Garrett carried me upstairs then laid me on the bed and slowly undressed me. "I think you deserve something after that Halloween extravaganza."
"Do you love the holiday now?" I asked as he kissed me, slowly unlacing my top. "I even wore festive lingerie."
"I think I could spend every Halloween like this if it was with you," he said seriously.
He kissed his way down my body, sliding my clothes off. He pressed his face against the Halloween panties, pushing them to the side to stroke my pussy. My breathing quickened and my heart raced as he stroked me then eased the panties down.
I spread my legs for him, moaning as he kissed my pussy, licking my clit, sucking it, teasing it, bringing me over the edge. I came with a cry. "You should warn a girl," I said as Garrett removed his pants and boxer briefs. I admired the view as he pulled on a condom.
"I love fucking you after you come," he said, his deep voice sending shock waves through me. "Your pussy is so tight and hot." He turned me over, teasing me with his cock, making me moan. "I love making you come again, just with my cock."
He pushed inside me, and I cried out. My pussy was aching for him. He reached forward, cupping my tit, pinching my nipple as he thrust into me. He was right—I was going to come again just from his cock. I moaned, rocking back against him. Garrett slowly thrust into me, taking his time, drawing out the pleasure.
I spread my legs wider, begging him to take me harder. He maintained the same slow, steady rhythm.
I knew what would speed him up. I reached down to stroke and rub my clit. Garrett grabbed my hand, pushing it up above my head. My tits were pressed against the bedspread, and my ass arched up as he fucked me hard, making me cry out with every thrust.
His balls slapped my ass as he took me. My pussy throbbed, needing release. I moaned low in my throat, and Garrett nipped my neck. He pulled back slightly, grabbing my hips to jackhammer into me. I could tell he was close, the sensation and the angle sending me over the edge, and I came with an honest-to-god scream.
66
Garrett
The rain woke me up the next morning.
"I love being inside when it's raining," Penny murmured. "It's so cozy."
She stretched up to kiss me. I held her and kissed her softly.
"I'd say we should stay here all day," I said, "but I have a surprise planned."
After we dressed, we went down to the kitchen. The twins were in there, and there was a pot of… something boiling on the stove.
"The carcass of your car is still sitting out in front of the house," Lilith said, not looking up from the large pot. "We have a realtor coming by today to look at it. The car is detracting from the property value."
"You’re still selling?" Penny said.
