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ZOE

Three weeks later…

T he mist covered the ground, snaking out from the well-placed smoke machines scattered through out the wooded lot the Triumph’s rented and converted haunted house sat.

Off in the distance, the sounds of little kids had dwindled down as the kid-friendly portion of the event neared its expiration date.

Inside the haunted house, however, there were delighted and shrill screams emanating from the open windows that added an eeriness to the atmosphere.

I adjust the jaunty witches hat as I flicked on the skeleton topped lights that lit the way to the after party for both VIP ticket holders and the volunteers for the night’s festivities.

Eden had run through the house once by herself because she had no chill and needed to see her room ASAP.

But, we met up after I wrangled the players, aka #GHOSTHOCKEYDADDIES as Noah dubbed them, and she was decidedly off for the entire time, barely even squealing or clutching my arm when the ghouls and goblins popped out to scare us.

Maybe she saw most of the scariest parts, and it didn’t surprise her or something? Who knew.

I tiptoed along the path, determined to check in with staff before allowing myself to relax and enjoy myself.

And my…boyfriend? Brett refused to dress up, but he was around somewhere, meeting with the VIPs and guests.

And not loving every moment I was sure. I chuckled, imagining his adorable glare this morning when I tried to get him to at least wear a mask, but he said he’d only wear it for me… if I asked nicely.

My idea of nice was dropping to my knees and showing him how much I’d love it if he did. And only for me? Swoon.

Who knew if it would ld happen, but a girl could dream, right?

Before I was halfway to the event space, my phone vibrated in the hidden pocket of my witch dress, which was basically a short black dress…with pockets. Pockets made everything better, and I was trying to not order every color in this dress just for the pocket goodness of it.

Might’ve failed, but, again, pockets.

brETT: Ready for another night of your life, Little Tornado?

brETT: Don’t move. Stay right where you are, understood? And take off your panties before you take another step toward the party.

I shivered and glanced around in the darkness. The trees and house for off in the distance were barely visible, but my eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that I could see around me. Where was he?

I searched, but unless he was suddenly a shadow, Brett had to be so far away, I couldn’t see him.

ZOE: How do you know where I am, Coach?

brETT: I know how much you love those stalker dark romances.

ZOE: Did you put a tracking app on my phone?

brETT: …

A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine, because knowing Brett, he actually did it to make sure I was safe after hearing about my proclivity for losing my keys from Noah. Either way, stalker or not, it made me clench my thighs together. Because if he was talking about my dark romances, maybe…

Sure enough, a notification popped up on my screen. I tapped it, only to reveal a masked picture from my Coach.

The same mask I tried to get him to wear this morning.

brETT: Walk over to the edge of the clearing and wait by the bench next to the statue, or else. Don’t make me chase you. And then, I’m going to take what I want from my little slut.

Holy fuck. Brett knew I wouldn’t run. In fact, if there was anything I loved more than anything it was being told I had no choice. And the way the man slid into me in the middle of the night? When I was fast asleep, only to wake up to him fucking me?

Bliss.

But this?

Next level.

My panties were drenched as I slid them down and stepped out of them. I made my way to the place he texted, and clenched the balled up material in my hand as I searched for him.

brETT: Such an obedient little thing, aren’t you?

God, I was going to come just from his texts. Behind me a branch snapped, and I spun, only to come face to face with a man in the mask I bought earlier. Wet, and trembling with anticipation.

“Panties,” he ordered from beneath the mask, hand outstretched. I placed them in his upturned palm as he stepped in closer. “Open.”

Not sure if I was trembling from the command or what was coming next, I licked my lips before doing as he asked. Slowly, he put my soaked panties in my mouth as I tried not to moan.

“My little slut ruined her panties for me, didn’t she?”

I nodded, my pussy throbbing with need.

“Taste yourself, and know that I am the only man who gets to ruin you. Ever.”

I nodded again as he loomed over me, hand snaking under the hem of my dress.

My eyes rolled into the back of my hand as he touched me, then spanked my clit.

My thighs were slick with my arousal and I let out a muffled moan.

The sound of his zipper nearly had me spasming around his fingers as he plunged them inside my pussy.

“So fucking wet and tight. I’m going take what I want, and no one can stop me, can they? ”

I couldn’t answer I was so lost in the way he played my body like only he could. Thrusting, and relentless, he kept up the pace until I came all over his fingers. Mask in place, gray eyes hot and darkened with desire as he watched my face.

When he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean with a growl, I nearly collapsed with how it made me feel.

“Mmm, knowing you tasted this before me, Tornado? That you’re still tasting what I do to you?

It means when I fuck you , it’s not going to be gentle or slow.

Cause fuck, what you do to me makes me lose control.

And I can’t wait to fill you with my cum, then watch you walk around knowing it’s dripping from you because you’re mine. ”

I whimpered as he lifted me, and impaled me on his thick cock with one thrust, fucking me fast and hard just like he promised.

My legs wrapped around his waist as the panties in my mouth muffled my cries as we both came only a few moments later.

Hot spurts of his cum filled me as my inner muscles clenched around him.

Brett whipped off the mask as we rode the wave, hand in my hair, witch’s hat on the ground.

As We came down, he freed my gasps, and kissed me senseless before gently setting me down.

As he slowly wiped my thighs, and kept my panties, he smirked as he asked, “So, how was that?”

I sighed contentedly. “You’re always the time of my life, Mr. LeCavalier.”

“Just wait until I make you Mrs. LeCavalier.”

Eden

USER1212: You looked so pretty tonight. I love watching you.

USER1212: I like your hair down. You should wear it like that all the time.

USER1212: You shouldn’t walk home alone.

USER1212: The world doesn’t deserve to see so much of you. Don’t wear that dress again.

USER1212: You’re too beautiful for the world. I know it. They’ll destroy you. But I’ll keep you safe.

My hand trembled, and I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat. Was he here? Watching me?

It started out innocently enough, or so I thought. My job required me to interact and post on social media. The first message seemed innocent enough. A compliment on my content and the featured local hot new restaurants for the Traverse Group. But then things…became not so innocent.

When I realized the 1212 from his username matched my birthdate, I ignored them. But they didn’t stop. And now I spent every second worrying if I was being watched. If he waited for me. And what he wanted. Which was even scarier, so I pretended none of it was real.

It was getting harder and harder as the days passed.

“Halloween should be a national holiday,” Noah, the Goalie for the Montreal Triumph, and one of my best friends said with a grin as he came up beside me.

Zoe rounded the corner in front of the haunted house set up, grinning as she glanced back at her boyfriend, Triumph coach Brett LeCavalier. Who happened to also be Noah’s big brother.

The team’s foundation partnered with local businesses, including Traverse.

I snapped a few pictures for posts and tried to smile.

‘Haunted with Hockey Players’ drew in thousands of dollars for the various foundations the Triumph supported, and the city loved it.

There were fun and only slightly spooky things for the kiddos.

But the adults only haunted house, which the team’s roster ‘haunted’, drew the most attendance and raised more money than any other event of the year.

“Hey,” Zoe said, looping her arm through mine. “Everything ok? You look a little pale.”

I swallowed down my fear. There was no way I’d let anyone spoil my favorite event or my favorite time of year.

When Zoe and I interned for the Triumph’s PR department two years ago, I had been so excited to work with the team and help organize the haunted Hockey Players event, and even though I no longer worked for the team, it still topped my Halloween favorite must-do list.

“I didn’t get lunch, so I’m a little hungry,” I lied. I kept the messages to myself, convincing myself they were harmless.

But were they?

“I’ll grab you something,” Noah said, concern etched on his face.

I put my hand on his arm. “There’s no way I’m missing going through there because of a little growling in my belly.” I forced a smile. “Dinner after, scary spookiness first.”

They both grinned as I pulled Zoe towards the entrance, completely oblivious to the masked figure lurking from the shadows.