Chapter 9 BOUNTY

It was the high school dance all over again. Everyone was having a blast except me. My leg started to bounce as I watched Will make himself a sandwich.

"You look incredible."

I turned my head, and my breath caught. In front of me stood a man dressed like a treasure chest. He also had a ton of ginormous, fake gold chains around his neck that looked to be made of plastic, and he wore a hat made of gold coins. I pressed my hands against my mouth, stifling a cry of relief that he hadn't stood me up. Then I laughed. "Are you my hidden treasure?"

Vincent shook his head. "It's the other way around." He held out his hand, and I took it. Vincent pulled me from the chair and led me to the food table. "I hope you don't mind, but I skipped dinner in order to get ready on time, and I was still late."

My stomach rumbled. "No problem." Vincent handed me a plate then turned to make another. We ended up sitting on the front steps eating while people came and went.

"I meant what I said." Vincent wiped at the side of my mouth. I let him, enjoying his attention. "You really do look great."

"And I absolutely love your costume." I was touched that he'd gone through so much trouble to match my pirate costume. I finished my sandwich, chips, and the dessert Vincent had given me. I felt much better since I'd skipped dinner, too.

"You wanna go see if the backyard is decorated too?" Vincent set aside his empty plate. "Maybe there's a haunted forest." He wiggled his brows. I laughed. "Just so you know, I'm a big chicken." Vincent stood and pulled me to my feet. "I'll protect you from the ghosts and goblins."

He wrapped his arms around me. I tilted my head back, and he kissed me. I was becoming quickly addicted to his lips. They were soft, and his breath smelled like the chocolate mint cookies he'd just eaten. "I could kiss you all night," he said as he pulled away. "But we have some exploring to do." My heart raced. Because of the thought of haunted woods, and because Vincent was holding my hand. I was embarrassed that my palm was so sweaty, but he didn't seem to mind.

I gasped when we entered the backyard. There were torches set apart from the trees, and skeletons hung from branches. A howl ripped through the night, and fog hung heavily in the air.

"So spooky," Vincent said with excitement.

I, on the other hand, was terrified. "I'm not so sure about this anymore." Vincent dragged me into the woods, and I wasn't afraid to admit I turned into a little bitch. I clung to his arm as a plastic skeleton brushed against me.

"Okay. I came, and I conquered. Can we go now?" Had I just seen glowing red eyes, or had that been my imagination? I was ready to bolt, but Vincent had other things in mind.

He pressed me against a tree. "Where's your sense of adventure?" "I left it on the front steps." I slid my arms around his treasure chest, which wasn't easy, by the way. Have you ever tried hugging a human-sized chest? It was like trying to put my arms around a coffee table.

"I can think of a way to take your mind off your fears." Vincent gave me the sweetest smile, and there was no way in hell I could resist him. I also liked that he didn't get all handsy. He stood there as if waiting for my permission.

I bit my lower lip. "And what did you have in mind, handsome?"

I heard a howl close by. That made me jump, but Vincent captured my lips, and I forgot about the noise. Mostly. I was still afraid, but he was doing an excellent job of helping me tune everything out. Including my fear.

His hands slid around to cup my ass as he yanked me closer, devouring my lips then sliding his tongue into my mouth. I was in heaven and never wanted him to stop.

But we had to come up for air. Vincent kissed his way around my jaw, and I groaned at how good it felt to have his lips on me.

"Keep making that sexy noise and I'm gonna take you right here,

Chester."

"Promise?" The word had come out of my mouth before I could catch it. I wasn't taking it back, though. His smile was devastating. "Now there's the adventure I was looking for." I sobered. "You wanna have sex...now?"

In truth, I'd shoved a condom and packet of lube in the pocket of my trousers. A guy could dream. Vincent took a step back. "Not if you don't want to. I'll totally respect your decision if you want to wait until we get to know each other better. We don't have to rush into-"

I shoved my hand up his treasure chest and found the gold I wanted. I curled my fingers around his hard cock, which proved to me just how much he wanted me.

"Okay then," he whimpered. He actually whimpered. "We'll go with your plan instead."

I didn't have a plan. I was winging this shit. I might've been shy when asking a guy out, because more times than not I was politely turned down, but when it came to sex, my bashfulness melted away.

And damn, from the feel of his cock in my hand, Vincent had quite the package to offer. "This adventurous enough for you?" Vincent fucked my fist. "God yes. Do you know how many times I

thought of fucking you when I saw you come into the coffee shop? I've wanted you for some time, Chester." Those words thrilled me enough to make me drop to my knees. Vincent slid the lower half of his costume down, exposing himself to me. I sucked his fat cock into my mouth and twirled my tongue, inhaling his musky scent as he moaned. It was as though the primal impulses inside me were taking over.

Allowing my instincts to guide me, I pulled off his dick and buried my face in his balls. I snaked my tongue out, licking them and tugging at them with my hand.

"Damn, pirate. Enjoy your treasure." I felt his legs start to shake as I licked my way around his balls, back up to his cock, using my teeth to give him added pleasure. I was also intoxicated by his manly scent that invaded my lungs, Screw the party and haunted forest. This evening was all about getting to know Vincent on a more intimate level. I needed this. I wanted to taste him as he came down my throat. His fingers gripped my hair, using the strands for leverage as he fucked my mouth. I felt as though I was wired, like I could suck him all night. I loved feeling a cock in my mouth, and loved it even more that the cock was attached to Vincent.

He punched his hips forward in short bursts as I slid my tongue up and down the side of his cock. Then I swallowed him down my throat.

"Fuck, Chester!"

My name on his lips was magical. That spurred me on, and I became determined to make him come. Also, there were twigs and tiny rocks digging into my knees, and no matter how I shuffled my knees around, they really did hurt.

Next time we had an adventure in the woods, I was wearing kneepads.

"Right there," Vincent groaned. "Right there, baby."

I reached up and tugged at his balls. As if I'd pressed some magic button, Vincent threw his head back and shouted my name as he came. I think I fell a little in love with him in that moment.

I know. That sounded pathetic, but I didn't care. He'd called out my name. I could've come just from that alone. He staggered backward, pulling his cock from between my lips. I stood,

leaned against the tree, and smiled at how unhinged he looked. I'd made him look that way, and that electrified me in ways I never knew were possible.

After a moment of catching his breath, Vincent pulled the lower portion of his costume back in place. He gave me a lopsided smile that was made of pure gold.

"I like this side of you." He winked.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "There're plenty of repeat performances in your future, handsome." With a low chuckle, Vincent pulled me into his arms and kissed the air from my lungs. Then he returned the favor. It was a very odd sight to see a treasure chest down on his knees in front of me, but I didn't care. Not when Vincent took my cock into his mouth and made me writhe against the tree. The bark dug into my back, but no way would I stop what he was doing. His mouth was magical, and the haunted woods only added to the experience.

I would never look at haunted woods the same.

As he took my dick down his throat, I spread my legs, running my fingers through his hair. I'd knocked off his coin hat, needing the contact, desperate for it. Vincent was a keeper, and I would do whatever it took to make him happy. Because he was definitely making me happy right now.

Vincent wet a finger and drove it into my ass. I shouted his name, knocking my head into the tree when I threw it back. He worked my ass, sucked my cock, and I was closely approaching the edge of the abyss.

When the fake wolf howled again, I joined him. My cock throbbed as I came down Vincent's throat. We hadn't used the condom, but there would be plenty of time for that.

A year passed, and in that time, Vincent and I got married and shared our own crappy apartment. That didn't matter to me. I was finally happy, with a treasure chest who loved me just as much.

I knew it wouldn't be smooth sailing. We disagreed, a lot, but we always managed to talk things out. I was grateful to Caleb for standing me up. If he hadn't, Vincent never would have offered me that free coffee, and I would've missed out on the love of my life.