CHAPTERTHIRTY
Shane
I watch London head for the side door of the house, and the sound of his footsteps echoes up the stairs just as Afton walks in from the porch.
“You volunteered for Harvey, didn’t you?” I smirk, crossing my arms.
“It’s better than doing the haunted house.” Afton shrugs. “I don’t think I could stand the other contestants today.”
“I don’t blame you. When Snow comes back from gathering the last of the eggs, we can grab Harvey. Then you can help us set up.”
“What do you have at your booth?” Afton asks.
“Lots of treats. Usually I do the grilling, but Silas, Memphis, and Oscar will do that. I made cookies and candy for the kids. Snow will have eggs. Ever has her jam. Everyone contributes.”
“So, the show’s contribution is the haunted house?”
“Yes. And whatever else they have planned for the Fridays you’re here.”
“How did my brownies turn out?”
“You can taste one after we’re all set up.” I tell him, hiding a smile.
Afton moves close to me. “What if I want to taste it on you?”
I swallow hard.
“Would you like that, Shane?” His breath is hot against my skin as he leans in closer.
Um, yeah.
“I’d like to take care of you.” He looks down to see that I’m hard.
I only get that way for him or London.
He goes for my zipper, and I hiss in a breath.
Afton pushes my jeans down far enough that my cock pops out. He grabs my dick, pumping his hand up and down, and I lean against the stove to balance myself.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
“Maybe later.” He chuckles, stroking me faster, harder.
After a few minutes, he kneels before me and worships my cock with his tongue. I’m in heaven.
“Oh, God,” I mutter.
“Oh, my,” Snow gasps.
“You can watch,” Afton says after licking me from base to tip. “In fact, come stand next to him.”
She moves to Shane’s side and takes a hold of my hand.
I can only lean my head back as he takes my cock in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan again.
“Oh, god,” Snow murmurs.