Me and one of my sister's husband have set up a real crowd pleaser for tonight too. I have the packets of corn syrup hidden in my pants pocket just waiting for the time just before everyone chooses the person they want to dance with at midnight. I look around to see who the familiar faces are and who has brought people I might not have met yet.
I'm not big on crowds but I like meeting new people, especially when they look like the hot little package wearing the sexy witch costume. Damn! She is checking all my boxes of things I like. Tiny and delicate with curves for days, dark hair and eyes that remind me of candy and I love candy!
Looking at the way she’s poured into that tiny little dress and how it makes her legs look fantastic reminds me just how long it’s been since I've had a woman to warm my bed. Actually, to be exact, I've never had a woman warm my bed, I've always gone to their house or when I was younger I would sneak around in my car. It's been years and years since I saw a woman I wanted to actually meet and get to know. And I happen to be one of those guys who want to know who it is I'm fucking.
I spent all of my twenties looking for someone who felt the same way and half of my thirties just giving up. For her, I might make an exception. It would give me time to make her fall in love with me because I think I already dropped my heart at her tiny feet. She just might be a real-life witch because I have never wanted someone as bad as I want her.
"Stop eye-fucking Christy's friend and get busy asking for donations."
"No! If he's finally eye-fucking someone then I want to know who it is and what they look like considering he’s fickle as shit and hasn't gone for any of the girls I’ve set him up with." My sisters fight back and forth debating whether I'm going to get lucky or not and if I need them to intervene on my behalf. I laugh at their antics when both of them agree my sex life is more important than asking the few people who haven't donated yet to get to it. Damn! They must think I'm a lost cause if they're willing to forego heckling people to give more.
My eyes clash with warm chocolate ones and I swear I melt with them, right into them. She looks like she is searching for someone and I pray it’s not a husband or boyfriend - although I'm not sure if a boyfriend would stop me at this point. I keep my eyes on her waiting for my chance to speak to her, wanting to hear her voice. I bet it's sexy as hell. And fuck me, do I have to find out. Now.
The little thing isn't paying much attention to the looks she is getting. Men run their eyes up and down her body lusting, while women are shooting her go-to-hell looks for being so damned pretty and taking all the attention off them. I spot an opening and take it. I step right in front of her and get the jolt of my life when her curvy little body smashes into mine.
For just a second all that softness is molded to the front of me and I'm not ashamed to say my body is well aware of hers. My dick becomes steel as it leaks for her. I pull back just enough so I can see her before I say hi to her, wanting her eyes on me every second they can be.
She looks up at me and I never knew a person could say so much with just a simple glance. Big chocolate eyes stare into my soul before she turns and runs away. It takes me a little while but I finally catch her scent and I can tell I am not going anywhere without this girl giving me her name and number so we can start something serious.
"You chased her off. What did you say to make her run away from you?" My sister asks me accusingly.
"Hi," I admit maybe my voice was a little on the gruff side because of the effect she was having on me but I didn't think I said anything to cause her to run away from me.
My sister searches the room and her eyes finally land on Christy, a girl she went to school with. "She was hanging out with Christy right?"
"Yeah, Michelle said they were friends and came together."
"Perfect. I know exactly how to get you laid." I walk after Angela, my unmarried sister. She has been trying to 'get me laid' for the longest time, thinking I won't be so cranky if I have someone to love and to love me. And maybe she is right because normally I would be telling her to fuck off with whatever match-making idea she is coming up with but this time I am all on board.
She introduces me to Christy before launching into a game of twenty questions about her friend. I find out her name is Seraphina. What a lovely name, it makes me think of angels and sweet things. She is nineteen which causes my sister's eyebrows to rise just a little but doesn't stop her from asking for more information. It’s not going to stop me either even though I am over ten years older than she is. Fifteen years to be exact.
But according to her friend Seraphina, or Saffie as her friend calls her, needs someone older to look out for her and take care of her. I would like to formally put my name in the running as that older man. She doesn't have a boyfriend, isn't big on dating or going out, and had to be pulled here kicking and screaming. Both of the girls start putting their heads together and working to bring me closer to my girl but all I want to know is, where she is? You don't leave a girl like Saffie alone for long or someone else tries to take her from you.
Ten minutes later Christy is pulling Saffie to the middle of the dance floor, and I’m on. I let Don do his work setting it up and then I come out with a fake knife stuck in my chest and a blood pack oozing out of my mouth. I stumble and jerk around until I finally fall to the floor. Christy pushes Saffie until she falls and even though I want to try to catch her again if I am going to sell this I have to remain where I am.
I motion for her to come closer and she does. She bends over me slightly and I can't wait any longer to have my mouth on hers. I reach up and take her by the back of the head and pull her lips to my own. She's so shocked that for a moment she allows me to not only kiss her but slip my tongue in her open mouth so that I can lick the inside of her sweetness. And sweetness it is. Even over the fake blood, I can taste just how pure and honeyed she is.
I pull back so that I can see her beautiful eyes but that was a mistake. She's able to pull from my grip and run from me for the second time tonight. My brother-in-law helps me to my feet and the crowd is laughing and clapping, the few people who didn't donate tonight are over at the table doing so.
"Don't just stand there, go!" Angela is all but pushing me through the crowd. Michelle hands me a wet rag so that I can wipe most of the blood off my face and mouth. "Talk to her. And don't be a creep. Be nice and don't mess this up for me."
For her? I won't mess this up because all I can think about is getting my mouth back on the sweet witch that ran off with my heart in her hands.
Chapter Three
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Saffie
This time I don't make the mistake of going somewhere to hide, I leave the building. Once I'm out I fumble for my phone so I can call someone to come pick me up and realize I left it in Christy's car. No way am I going back inside and be the joke for everyone tonight. I'm through. I might be through for the rest of my life. I can buy a vibrator and watch porn, have a pet cat, and be totally okay being the horny cat lady who stays the hell away from everyone.
I was so stupid to think I could fit in with other people. I'm shy, it's just the way I’m made and I don't like things like parties or flirting or being kissed by really sexy strangers. Okay, that part wasn't so bad but not one that I will never see again who already has girlfriends. What an asshole too! To kiss someone while your girlfriend is standing right there is the definition of douche bagger-y.
As I make my way across the lawn on my way to the sidewalk my heel sinks in the soft dirt and I pitch sideways. It's official, I'm not going to get through this night without breaking my fucking ankle. I’m preparing to go down when arms come out of nowhere and prevent me from hitting the ground.
I turn my head to thank whoever just saved me and meet stunning blue-gray eyes. Eyes that I really don't want to see again. For the second time tonight, he's kept me from falling on my ass or face.
"You should really stay on the path and not try to walk through grass if you're in heels. At least that’s what my sisters always tell me."