Page 18 of Headless Over You
I focus on her clit, licking slow circles while I tease her entrance with my finger. It’s even better than before, the way she writhes and begs with her body.
“Brom, I want to come. Please let me come,” she begs, a whine in her voice. I plunge two fingers into her depths and her tight pussy squeezes around me. I stroke slow and long as I bring her to the edge. Her arousal is a sharp, sweet taste on my tongue, and I only want to eat her for the rest of her days.
“That’s just the beginning, little bird.” I withdraw my fingers and lick them clean. “We need to get you out of here before they come for you.” I reach up and help her sit on Death more appropriately. I throw myself onto behind Iris. I lean down and kiss her head, catching the scent of her shampoo. She’s intoxicating all around.
I pull her close to me and take the reins, gently kicking Death’s side. I hear shouts from down the pathway, but there isn’t an angry mob, just a lone man. And when I look back, I see Kurt Van Tassel at the bridge.
“Wait!” he calls again, running across the wooden planks. “Wait, I need to say something!” Iris looks past me and sees him, too.
“Kurt, what are you doing here?”
“Mr. Van Brunt.” He’s winded and bends over to catch his breath. “I need to apologize for my family’s actions. For centuries, they’ve mistreated you, but more than that, they shouldn’t have killed you for love. I’m sorry that I upheld their ways and kept you here longer than you deserved. It wasn’t right.” Kurt stands fully as he takes in deep breaths. “I’ll take the punishment of stealing the talisman from my father, but know Iris was what caused me to see the change I needed to see.Beyond the town that I do care about, it was about the initial injustice long before today.”
“Kurt,” I start, turning Death to face him. “Your apology is accepted, though it is not needed. I always knew you’d be the change. You’re different from your father and his father’s father. Remember that when it comes to making decisions for and about yourself.”
“You have to go. My father already knows it’s missing. I just needed to say that.”
“Kurt,” Iris says. “Thank you.” With her parting words, I rear back on Death and make for my portal. I’ll sweep Iris away from this cruel place and I won’t let anyone bring her harm, for I am the devil that rides at night. I am the feared Headless Horseman of Death.
We get to the edge of the forest when I hear him. Jacob Van Tassel yells for us, and when I look back, he’s on horseback and gaining on us. Kurt’s efforts to slow his father do little, and I kick Death into high gear. My portal isn’t far, but I fear we won’t make it in time.
Iris’s arms are tight around my waist and she’s burrowed into my backside.
“Don’t let him catch us,” she pleads to me.
“I won’t,” I promise her. I snap the reins hard and kick my feet against Death. Jacob Van Tassel will be lost to what lurks in these woods if he crosses the veil.
I can see the portal ahead, and Iris peeks out from behind me. Sensing my arrival, the tree begins to open.
“Don’t let go, and don’t look back.” My warning is met with a tight squeeze and her face burying into my shoulder blades. She listens well.
I pull up on the reins as we approach, and Death makes a leap for the opening. Through time, we travel into my world, andwhen I look over my shoulder, Van Tassel is kicking himself as his horse whinnies and comes to a halt.
“I’ll stop you one day, Horseman!” he shouts just beyond the veil. I say nothing as we land in my pasture and the portal closes behind us.
We are safe, but more importantly, we are home.
Epilogue
Iris
Since the day Brom rode me through a literal tree, a portal he promised would open and it did, I have lived. I thought I’d been living before, traveling and learning, but I didn’t truly experience freedom the way I do now.
Brom has been able to fully embrace his role as one of the Four Horseman, no longer bound to Sleepy Hollow. I ride with him, on my own companion steed, and experience the world with a new perspective. Today, I finished my novel, and as I send it off to my editor, I hope that my story will change other people’s preconceived notions about the big bad Horseman that rides through the night.
“My lovely little bird,” Brom greets me as he returns. “What are you up to?”
“I’ve just finished my story, and I’m preparing for a new novel.”
“What will you be writing about for this one?” He walks over to where I’m cuddled up in our bed with my laptop.
“Love. I want to branch out and reach people deep in their hearts.”
“You reached mine effortlessly. I have nothing but high hopes for you.” He reaches into his bag before pulling out a box. “I have a gift for you.”
I take it from him, and he urges me to open it. Inside the box is a beautiful silver locket.
“Brom, I don’t know what to say.”
“Say that you’re still mine for as long as time allows, and even after that has passed, you’ll remain at my side.” When I open the locket, there’s a short inscription matching what he told me.
“Always, always,” I say, reaching my arms up and taking him in them. He kisses me softly at first before tumbling into bed with me. I’m on his chest, and he makes quick work of our clothes before he takes me with his thick cock. I rock my hips up and down his length. I wish to be nowhere but here, suspended in time and being consumed by the fearsome and loving Headless Horseman.