“Festival of the Lost… of course,” I laughed. “Nothing like gloomy celebrations to fit the theme.”
“Not my kind of party,” Sully agreed.
“We’ll be here for it though,” Brea said. “May as well enjoy it.”
He shoved it aside as Lincoln and Ben came back with a round of drinks. It only took two beers before Brea’s cheeks were pink and she was laughing a bit easier. It was nice to see her letting loose and I couldn’t resist pulling her out to the dance floor.
“You just wanted to get me alone, didn’t you?” she teased. Instead of answering, I dipped down and claimed her lips. She tasted like beer and cherries, since Lincoln forever gets her a cup of cherries to start the night off.
By the time I pulled away her lips were swollen and she was breathless. Brea was beautiful and it felt like every single hunt we went on we grew a bit closer. Our group had been through a lot together, but we were always stronger for it.
“This was a good idea,” I said over the music. She laughed as I spun her away before bringing her back in.
“It was,” she agreed. “But it’s shot time, snack man.”
“And maybe some wings before you get wasted in record time,” I countered. She narrowed her eyes playfully.
“You just want food,” she accused. “But lucky for you, so do I. Though I have another idea. Do you trust me?”
“No,” I deadpanned. She huffed, but pulled me along behind her. The area was so crowded we couldn’t even gesture at the guys to say we were heading out for a second.
“You need some fresh air?” I asked when she passed the bathrooms and went toward the back hall. My eyes darted around to make sure we weren’t seen but it was packed tight so we went unnoticed.
“Nope,” she sang out as she opened a door and peeked inside, then pulled me inside with her. There was a click before a single bulb buzzed overhead.
“A supply closet? Really?” I asked.
“Fuck me, Ethan,” she said, already tossing off her gloves and hiking her dress up. I clicked the lock before following her further in. The sight of her bare ass was enough encouragement. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in public. I don’t know if this really counts, but it’s good enough for me.”
The excitement in her eyes matched the pounding of my heart as I undid my fly. I was already hard but gave myself a few strokes as I watched her walk toward the back and put her hands on the wall, spreading her legs so her ass was on display for me. Desire already glistened on her pussy. It was sexy as fuck.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, rushing forward and sliding my hands under her dress to cup her breasts. She sighed as I pinched her nipples between my fingers, working her up before even trying to fuck her.
“Stop teasing,” she ordered. But I just slid my fingers over her sides before resting one hand on her hip and hooking the other around until I reached her slick pussy.
“But you clearly love it,” I rumbled in her ear, loving the way she shivered as I deepened my voice.
Time was limited so I didn’t hesitate to line myself up and slide into her. We both groaned at the feeling.
“Hard and fast, Ethan. Please.”
“You got it, angel,” I promised as I pulled back before slamming in, now holding onto both hips as I fucked her relentlessly. This wasn’t meant to be sweet and slow. She was so hot and perfect around me, her muted sighs just as fucking delicious as her loud ones.
When I could feel my own orgasm tightening in my stomach, I reached around to tease her pussy, only to find her fingers already there. Using our hands together, I helped guide her to her own release, waiting for the feel of her tight cunt clenching around me before letting myself follow.
Just as I went to pull out of her the door rattled and the sound of keys followed. She hurried to stand up and fix herself, tugging me with her behind a huge stack of crates just as the door opened. We barely breathed as footsteps walked closer, but the booming music kept our erratic breathing from being overheard.
Panic hit me as hands came into view, someone grabbing a crate of bottles before walking away and shutting off the light. As darkness washed over us, something else came out to play. Something unseen.
Footsteps came closer as Brea pressed herself against my back. Now she was shaking for an entirely different reason. The footsteps stopped right in front of us. My heart stopped at the amusement filling the air before something that felt like warm breath hit my face at even intervals. I may not have been able to see the entity, but I’d bet my favorite licorice that it was bent over, staring into my face.
“Brea?!” Lincoln’s voice called out, before the door opened and the light flicked on. I blinked at the harsh contrast but poked my head out.
“Thank fuck. Something was in here with us,” I said as I tugged her up with me. He gave us a look before glancing down and laughing.
“Might want to put your zipper up if you’re going to convince anyone else that you were hiding from a ghost,” he contended.
“Oh we definitely fucked,” Brea said. “But there was also a ghost just before you opened the door.” She skirted around me and grabbed Lincoln’s hand as he led us out of the storage closet and through the crowd. There were already wings and crappy bar pizza waiting for us when we got back to the table and I didn’t hesitate to sit down and dive in.