"I guess that's that,"I said aloud when I was standing in front of city hall. "Time to go home!"
"No. I need an iced coffee," Garrett said behind me.
I whirled around. "I thought you were signing papers?" I asked, confused.
He shook his head. "It's not like the movies. First we sign essentially a promise note. Then there's going to be months of negotiations and legal obstacles to work through. Hunter’s the lawyer, and that’s his job. So now I need coffee."
"I'm fired. And I don't have a car. I drove the hearse over here. I know how much you hate the hearse."
"I’m feeling very Halloween today," he said with a small smile.
We walked arm in arm to where I had parked.
"I can’t believe I missed the straws," he said when we were at Hazel's, waiting for the coffee.
"You were distracted," I said.
"Apparently," he replied, leaning down to kiss me.
When Garrett had his coffee and we were back in the hearse, I drove the opposite direction back to the estate.
"I thought we were going to the office?" he asked.
"I need to thank the Romani queen first," I explained. "She made this all possible."
"Back to the graveyard?"
"It's not as spooky in the middle of the day," I said as we pulled up.
Wrapping my red cape around my shoulders, I walked across the cemetery to the grave site. Garrett stood beside me as I left a bag of donut Danish on the gravesite and mouthed a silentThank you.
"You know," I whispered as I walked back to the car with Garrett, "we haven't done it in a hearse yet.There's curtains."
He frowned.
I opened up the back of the hearse and climbed in. "A mattress and a cooler and you could live in here," I said.
"No," Garrett said, glaring at me from outside.
I slowly unbuttoned my top. Kneading my breast, I pulled it out of the bra.
"Mmm, I guess I'm just going to do this all by myself then, because I am so freaking horny right now."
"I have self-control," Garrett said, nostrils flaring.
I pushed my hand up my skirt and slowly eased off my panties. I leaned back against the back of the seat, hitched up my skirt, and spread my legs. My fingers had barely touched my pussy before Garrett was in the hearse.
"Gotcha!"
"Is this the part where you take me off to your haunted mansion?" he growled against my mouth.
"I have to entrap you with my sexy feminine wiles first," I teased.
One hand between my legs, Garrett stretched me out in the back of the hearse. I moaned as he stroked me. I had missed him, and I wanted it hard and fast. I wanted to take him all in and be with him forever.
Garrett must have felt the same way, because he rolled on a condom, stroked me again, then was in me. The car bounced as he fucked me, every thrust claiming me, reminding me that I was his.
I panted against his mouth, my legs wrapped around him as he took me. I came with a cry, Garrett thrusting into me. He stretched out the aftershocks, then I felt him come. After, Garrett rested our foreheads together.
