I was doing my best to keep myself together, but inside all I could think about was pulling this SUV over on some dark street and grabbing her and kissing her hard before we were even fully in park.
What in the hell was she thinking wearing those short jean cut-off shorts and that white button Henley?
And more than half of the buttons weren’t buttoned, which from my position next to her, and because I tower over her, gave me a straight shot down her top at her ample cleavage.
Cleavage which was making it damn hard to shift gears because as my foot would move on and off the clutch, the inside of my leg would rub against my throbbing cock.
And I needed my cock out of these jeans and inside of her.
And that’s exactly what was going to happen soon enough because I wanted her more than anything in this world and when I see something I want I stop at nothing to get it.
Chapter Seven
Penelope
I wait in line to enter the haunted house.
“I’m going to wet my pants,” the girl about my age in-front of me says just before some monster comes out of nowhere with what I hope is a fake chainsaw causing the entire line to scream in terror.
Including me. I’m still practically panicking from that ride over here. The way he looked at me. The things he said.
If I wet my pants inside I won’t even know it, because my panties are already drenched.
Bishop said he would work the haunted house when I went through that it would be more fun that way.
When I asked him how I’d know which monster he was he just flashed me one of those smirks of his, the ones that got my panties in this predicament in the first place.
“You’ll know,” he said. “With absolute certainty.”
What does he have planned?
Before I know what’s happening it’s my turn to step up and go.
I love scary movies but this is a lot different. At home I can just hit pause on the remote if things get too intense. Not tonight.
And I’ve got the intensity of this fright night plus the intensity which Bishop is showing.
I hear the girl and her boyfriend in front of me scream just up around the corner so I know there must be something scary up there.
I really wish Bishop had joined me in this haunted house. I would have had ample excuses to jump into his arms and my hands to find his big, beefy body for security…a very sexy kind as I could have let my hands linger just a little too long across that broad chest of his and then drag my fingertips across every ridge in those abs…the abs I know he has and want so badly to see for myself.
But now I have to focus on looking out for this scary creature.
As I turn the corner I inch forward with my back along the wall knowing it must be in the hole up ahead on the right.
Suddenly something come out from behind me and it’s arms wrap around me, but it doesn’t really touch me.
I jump away and right toward the hole, where another creepy creature pops out and goes to grab me but stops just short and quickly disappears back in its hole.
My hands are making fists and I bring them up to my face pounding them together as I’m totally terrified right now.
My mind replays the events scaring me a second time, but my subconscious catches something.
When the monsters jumped out at me they didn’t touch me. There was a waiver posted in really big letter right when you come inside that says you might be grabbed while in the house. I wasn’t expecting anything pervy or anything like that of course, but neither of these monsters touched me when they had the chance.
And I was super scared but if they had laid their hands on me I would have screamed bloody murder.
Which is what they want, right?
But I could tell by the possessive intensity that Bishop was displaying on the ride over that that’s definitely not what he would want.
And even behind the monster’s makeup it was like their faces recognized something in me and they pulled back a bit.
Did Bishop say something to them?
And what kind of words, or noises, is he going to make when I come by his part of the haunted house?
Or does he have an entirely different kind of noise he’s going to try to get me to make.
A different kind of moan, that is far from scary, and one that only he can elicit?
Chapter Eight
Bishop
“Nobody touches her.”
I was very clear when I said it in the backroom just before we all went out to take our stations.
I described her in detail twice just so there would be no confusion, no “mistakes.”