Someone coughed behind me. Morticia and Lilith were there with trays of orange and black Jell-O shots.
Garrett's brothers Weston and Archer downed three each in succession then proceeded to jump onto a table and start dancing.
"Aren't you going to do something about this?" Greg yelled at Hunter over the music. Hunter pretended he couldn't hear his brother.
"Thanks for coming," I said to Sebastian, peeling myself off Garrett. I handed Sebastian a shot. He was dressed as the demon Crowley fromGood Omens. He was wearing all black and had yellow snake-eye contacts.
"I hope we didn't ruin your wholesome image of Harrogate too much," I said to Sebastian. "We do like to party.”
"Nice costume," Morticia said, sneaking up beside him. He smiled down drunkenly at her.
"Yes, very nice," Lilith said, coming up on the other side of him.
"Oh man, there are two of you? Or did you spike the Jell-O shots?"
Morticia and Lilith smiled feral smiles. "Don't worry," they said. "We bite."
"Stop scaring the guests," I admonished them.
"I really like your witch's hat," Sebastian said to me. "Looks authentic."
"This old thing?"
Garrett's arm immediately went possessively around my waist.
"Ah," Sebastian said. "I see. I thought there was something going on! Penny, if you ever decide you want a billionaire who’s less blond and more dark haired, hit me up."
Garrett growled.
"He's kidding!" I told him.
Sebastian laughed and toasted us with another round of Jell-O shots.
Lilith changed the record over to some of the emo music from when we were teenagers.
"What!" Sebastian yelled above the heavy guitar intro. "This is my childhood!"
"I know, right! Come on, Garrett, let's dance!" I said, dragging him into the crush of people.
"I’m not sure I’m that good."
"It's just emo music. You jump up and down and make out on the dance floor. Surely you can do that," I said.
I clung to Garrett's neck, giving him sloppy kisses as I sang along to the familiar My Chemical Romance lyrics. It was warm in the ballroom with all the people, and after several songs, there was as slight sheen of sweat on Garrett's torso. I dragged my tongue through it. He grabbed the back of my neck, kissing me hard.
"Aren't you worried people will see?" I asked breathlessly.
"No. They're so drunk they won't care," he said. "Besides, I told you what would happen if you licked me again." Then he dragged me out of the ballroom.
His hand was on my ass as he half carried me to the nearest bedroom. The creepy dolls were still there, but then Garrett was kissing me, reminding me how good it felt to have him touch me, and I completely forgot we had the audience of hundreds of lifeless eyes.
"As soon as I saw you in that costume," Garrett growled. "I wanted to bend you over and fuck you."
"Funny, because as soon as I saw you in that costume," I panted against his mouth, "I wanted to straddle you and ride that perfect cock."
"You haven't even seen it yet," he said, sliding his hand under my corset to tease the pebble-hard nipple.
"I've seen it in my dreams," I said, reaching a hand under the leather kilt to cup his hard cock through the black boxer briefs. "And I want it in me."
