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“And I was getting ready to fuck your ass,” Freddie said.
My breathing was ragged and coming fast, but I knew exactly how I wanted this to go.
“Vince,” I said, getting into position. “Get over here right now and let me suck you off.”
“Whatever you want, babe. I’m here to make you happy,” he said, but I could tell from the wide grin on his face, he was thrilled.
When Freddie entered my ass, I thought for sure it would hurt, but there wasn’t any pain at all. He took it slow and steady, and I about melted into Bram. When I took Vince down my throat, I knew this was perfect.
“That’s it, babe. We’ve got you. Nothing can ever hurt you,” Vince whispered, as he held my hair back, and Freddie and Bram found their own rhythm. I felt so much love from these three beautiful men, I wanted to cry.
FOR THE next few minutes, no one spoke. We just enjoyed something that shook us down to our very cores, and the greatest part about it was that we experienced this moment together. We were best friends and lovers, wickedly hot, deliciously dirty lovers, and even the ghosts approved.
Matilda giggled as the scent of roses bloomed over us, and we each exploded with a release that sent us screaming towards the moon and back.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
But this time, we knew where the noise was coming from… each of our hearts, exploding with love.
Corny, but oh so true.
VINCE HAD GIVEN Henrietta the key to Stoker House, so she didn’t have to wait outside for us. He told her to make herself at home and told her exactly where the playroom was located. We knew the evil ghost was gone now, and she’d be safe. We also knew that she needed time alone to be with her family.
I thought about her inside the house while we waited for Mayor Nibley to blow his whistle for us to start down Frog Street with our casket. I sat inside, like I promised, anticipating the race, imagining every move, every grunt from the guys, every shop we’d pass. If you want to win, you mustseeit. I knew Bram, Freddie and Vince had done the same a hundred times over.
“Phwwwwhht!”
And we were off.
The crowd cheered as we tore up the street, with only two other teams in front of us. Even with the added weight of me sitting inside the casket, we were still doing great.
“Come on! We’ve got this!” I yelled.
We had a different stance this time. Vince and Bram were on either side, while Freddie pushed from behind, a position he seemed to enjoy on a lot of levels.
“We can do this!” Freddie yelled over the roar of the crowd.
Almost everyone in town came out for the casket races. There were several different races for all ages, including kids under five and seniors over sixty. The races usually went on for at least four hours the night before Halloween. We had folks driving in from as far as Napa and Sweet Whiskey just to watch.
You could only participate if you lived in Cricket. They tried opening it up one year, and hardly anyone from Cricket raced, due to the folks in charge trying to be fair to the outsiders.
Then Mayor Nibley got involved and decided that our loyalty had to go to the good people of Cricket. That events board quit and was replaced by another board, all locals, who voted unanimously to take back the casket race, and any other event that had been opened to other folks who weren’t residents of Cricket.
Go us!
So, here we were…in it to win it!
We were suddenly passing the other team who didn’t have anyone inside their casket, and we were still faster.
“Yeah! Go! Push! We’ve got this!” I was practically screaming now. I could see the finish line. Could see Stoker House all lit up from the inside and from the lights we’d hung outside, on the trees and the fence surrounding the house. It looked so good.
We didn’t add any ghosts or anything scary on the outside because we were trying to get everyone to feel safe in Stoker House now, not scared.
“Yeah!” Vince yelled. “Push harder! Push faster!”
I nearly fell back inside the casket from the sudden jolt of speed. We were heading downhill now, and the guys had to be careful to keep their speed but didn’t lose control.
There were handles on both sides of the casket that both Bram and Vince held onto, and Freddie had a handle of his own in the back. When I turned to him, I could tell he was hardly pushing anymore. The momentum of the casket had taken over.
