Page 10 of Haunted Games
GALEN - ONE YEAR LATER
Istretched languidly in bed, the sheets sliding off my bare stomach, while I enjoyed my favorite morning show.
Abby stood in front of the mirror at her dresser, wearing only her underwear and brushing her hair into the sleek ponytail she would wear to work today and every other day.
The lean muscles of her back and shoulders flexed and bunched deliciously as she worked, and I couldn’t have conjured a more fantastic ass from my horniest dreams.
“Planning on joining me at work today?” she asked. Her bright green eyes met mine in the mirror and then dipped low to linger on my abs.
I flexed for her, and she bit her lip.
“Behave, Abigail, or I’ll drag you back to bed and make you late. Then you’ll be fussy all morning, and that’ll make me hard, which means neither of us will get anything done.”
She rolled her eyes. “You keep threatening to fuck me at work when you know my tolerance for public sex acts doesn’t extend beyond the walls of Josh’s haunted house.”
The mention of our haunted house games had me tenting the sheets.
Halloween was this weekend, which meant it was our one-year anniversary.
Well, according to Abby. I placed our anniversary earlier in October, coinciding with the first night I made her come in the Seven Deadly Sins room’s storage closet.
She disagreed, screeching at me about deception and lies and those being a terrible start to a relationship.
I argued with her because it got me going, and then I let her win because she was right (probably) and because I loved her.
I’d loved Abby Rogan for a long time, but now, after a year together, I could say I was 100 percent, head over heels, past the point of no return, in love with her.
The diamond ring that had cost me all of last year’s bonus, now burning a hole in the back of my nightstand drawer, could attest.
She loved me, too, and she hit the ground running and never looked back after she’d unmasked me in the haunted house. I didn’t think she’d spared a thought for her ex even once since that night.
We did run into that asshole Michael one more time earlier this year when he’d returned to Dallas for a trial.
He thought he’d drop in on the Young Lawyers Association St. Patrick’s Day happy hour with some of our mutuals, probably hoping to run into Abby and lord it over her that he was still banging his coworker while she was living the sad single life of a woman married to her career.
Instead, he walked into the pub at the exact moment I had Abby pinned to the wall underneath one of the twenty Irish flags with my tongue down her throat.
I didn’t think he’d be bothering her again.
With a tortured groan, I grabbed my glasses from the nightstand and slid them onto my face, and then I climbed out of bed and stretched my sore muscles.
Abby and I had won the fall pickleball tournament again last night, so we were now the Young Lawyers Association mixed doubles champions of the 30-35 age group.
The older millennials hated to see us coming.
Then, after we’d celebrated and showered and fallen into bed, I’d used the last of my reserves to fuck my girlfriend into a coma, reminding her that while I was the Galen she’d always known, I was also the masked man responsible for the most depraved and pleasurable nights of her life.
I wrapped my arms around Abby, draping my naked body over her back. I dipped down to kiss her neck, and she sighed happily. “Do you want eggs or yogurt this morning, sweetheart?” I asked.
“Whatever you’re having,” she replied. She spun in my hold and tossed her arms around my neck, pressing her tits to my chest in that lacy little bra. She kissed me hard, and I contemplated whether I could reschedule my 9:00 a.m. meeting. “Love you,” she whispered against my lips.
“Not as much as I love you.” I nipped her, and she moaned. After one last kiss, I released her and smacked her ass. “Get dressed, or we’ll be late, and Bob will have forgotten both of our names.”
Halloween was on Sunday this year, but as working adults with Monday morning meetings, Abby and I had to visit the fall festival on Saturday night if we wanted to celebrate our anniversary right.
Lucky for us, Josh kept the haunted house open late on Halloween weekend, so we were able to time our arrival for midnight.
“This is so kinky,” Julia said, licking her lips as she eyed her husband, Jason, up and down like he was a tasty kabob and it was 3:00 a.m. “No wonder you couldn’t stay away from this house last year, Abs. Why don’t you make Galen dress up like this all the time?”
I wasn’t working in the house this year, but Josh had let me borrow a couple of the skull masks, and I’d helped Jason get into costume. He was a big guy and fit enough, and it was easy to accentuate the abs if you were strategic with the paint.
Abby shrugged, grinning at me. “It isn’t quite the same if your masked man isn’t railing you under weird purple lights while creepy dolls are watching, Jules.”
“I suggest the Cult Sacrifice room if you want a table to work with,” I told Jason.
He nodded, looking thoughtful. “That does expand the range. Thanks, man.”
The four of us approached the entrance. The air smelled like hay and cider donuts and cigarettes, and it was just chilly enough that I was itching to work up a sweat in my sleeveless hoodie by chasing my girlfriend through the maze of rooms and hallways.
Carl the Clown waved us in without fanfare, pounding my knuckles with his as I passed.
Jason fixed his mask over his face and rolled his shoulders. He slapped Julia’s ass hard, and then she squealed and took off running. He glanced at us over his shoulder. “This rocks,” he said, his voice distorted behind the mask. “See you guys later. Or not.”
He jogged down the hallway after his wife and disappeared.
I turned to take Abby in one last time. She grinned up at me, green eyes bright with all the excitement and none of the nerves she used to have when she’d come looking for the masked man.
She wore her sexy black kitty costume again because she was a feisty little minx who loved to push the limits of my control.
I dropped a kiss on her lips. “Happy Anniversary, Abigail.”
“Happy Anniversary, Galen.”
With one last wicked smile, I slid the skull mask down over my face.
“Run, sweetheart.”
The End