Even though Garrett made me horny as hell, I was still glad I hadn't actually slept with him yet. Somehow that seemed like a step too far, as if I was using my feminine wiles to trap him and exploit him. Better to keep a distance. I didn't want to hurt him any more than I was going to.
I rummaged around the kitchen, pretending to look for something.
"What are you doing?" Garrett asked.
I grasped the first thing near my hand. "Paper towels!" I blurted.
"Are you running away from me?" Garrett asked me, standing close but not too close.
"Of course not," I lied. He was so tall! I had to tip my head up to look at him.
"Good," he said, closing the distance and pushing me back against the counter.
"Don't you want to rejoin the party?" I whispered. "Aren't you having fun?"
"Almost," he said, hands coming up to rest on my hips. "There's one thing that will make it even more fun."
He kissed me hard, tipping my head back and grinding against me, pinning me between him and the counter.
"I wish that you weren't wearing tights," he breathed.
"I have to wear tights in the fall," I said. "You know, to stay warm."
"I think you're pretty hot right now," Garrett said. His hand trailed up under my skirt. I tipped my head back and moaned.
"You want to sip my pumpkin-spice latte?" I teased, kissing his jaw.
He grabbed me by the waist and easily set me on the island counter. It put my pumpkin patch right at perfect fucking height. He was hard as his hips pressed into me. His hands slid under my top to caress my skin. One hand moved up to cup my breast. He pulled my tits out of the low-cut top and pressed his mouth to a hard nipple, rolling it with his tongue.
"I guess I am getting pretty hot," I stuttered out as he sucked on the nipple, his hand sliding up my thigh. I bucked against his hand as he pressed it between my legs. "Maybe," I said then whimpered as his fingers rubbed me through the fishnets and my panties. "Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?"
"I’m not sure if we're going to have the chance," Garrett stated, straightening up.
"What?" I blinked, trying to get my bearings. I adjusted my top as Garrett cocked his head to listen. Footsteps headed in our direction.
"Albert's loose!" someone shrieked.
Garrett released me. I adjusted my skirt to hurry outside. The large pig had hefted himself off the recliner and was moseying through the party, straight for the caramel apple station.
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Garrett
It took me, Remy, and three of my other brothers to shove the pig back to the recliner.
By that point, the party had been going for hours, and I was ready for it to wind down. My little brothers were still wound up, and from the looks of the snack tables, all the kids at the party had gone overboard on the sweets and not touched any of the salads. Many of the parents felt the same. They were slowly hauling their kids out of the party.
Hazel had made little Chinese takeout-style boxes that were decorated with woodcut Halloween scenes that people could fill with snacks. We said goodbye to people as they left and urged them to take leftovers.
"Great party," Sebastian said, shaking my hand. His little brother waved to me. He had orange frosting smeared all over his face.
"I think someone might have overdone it."
"Best thing about Halloween is excess candy!" Penny said.
"I feel like he's going to regret it later," Sebastian said.
"Have him eat a salad," Penny said, tucking a red curl behind her ear. She and Sebastian laughed.
