All Mine by Jesse Joren Page A

hidden in my own boot, ready to help my plan along.
    God, how I loved that
heart-shaped face with its frame of slanting cheekbones, and
emerald eyes that glowed even in the dim light. And fuck, that
smile. Seeing the gentle curve of your pretty, mischievous lips
made me throb with the anticipation of sliding myself between
them.
    But that was for later. I
had to enter the house before I could enter you. Like a vampire,
once I was inside, I could no longer be refused.
    You held out a large metal
bowl overflowing with leftover candy, but I said nothing. Your
smile widened, and for an instant I could almost read your mind.
You thought I was just an extra-shy rugrat waiting for free
chocolate.
    "Happy Halloween!" Your
low, sweet voice made me weak. "Are you Death? Your costume is
really scary! Take all the candy you want, sweetie. I think you’re
my last trick-or-treater for tonight."
    Our eyes brushed across each other as
you spoke, and for a moment your cheery little speech paused. I'd
been practicing an evil stare, and I knew the pale blue contacts I
was wearing gave my hazel eyes a half-blind, crazed look as they
glared from the Death mask.
    With slow deliberation, I
reached for some candy and tossed it into the empty plastic pumpkin
with a series of faint thuds. Your gaze dropped at the sound, and
then your eyes widened.
    My hand was covered by the
smooth leather glove, but it was large and long-fingered, very much
adult. The porch was dark, but even so, I saw you realize that even
though I’d crouched to appear short, my bulk wasn’t caused by a
costume.
    The air on the porch
crackled with sudden tension. Your voice was much more reserved as
you started to shut the door.
    "Well, happy Halloween. I
have to go now. I have a party, and I—"
    Your words faltered as I
rose from my knees. The cape and darkened porch had provided a
decent camouflage. Now I towered over you as you retreated back
into the house.
    Your eyes were wide and
shocked. A man could get lost in eyes like those. I sure as hell
had.
    "You’re going to be late
for that party, Jenna."
    The thick Death mask
warped my already deep voice to a hollow boom. Two quick steps
brought me into the doorway, blocking the door from closing, or you
from escaping.
    "Then again," I continued,
"you might not make it at all."
    The bowl slid from your
hands and gonged on the floor. Snickers and Tootsie Rolls and
Atomic Fireballs scattered on the smooth hardwood.
    I glanced back over my
shoulder, making sure there were no lingering trick-or-treaters, no
lurking parents on the sidewalk. In that split second you caught me
with a shove, almost sending me back out the front door and onto my
ass.
    When you turned to run, it
was easy enough to return the favor and give you a quick push that
spilled you onto the living room rug. My reward was a nice view up
your skirt.
    Holy hell. Black lace
panties. What else would a stylish pirate lass be wearing? I kicked
the door shut and came after you, dropping on you and pinning your
body under mine.
    Pilates and running kept
you in good shape, but I was stronger from long hours spent at the
gym. Your mouth opened to scream. My hand clamped over your lips
until my gloved fingertips pressed into the soft flesh of your
cheeks.
    "Shut the fuck up. You’ll
be glad I came." I snickered at the unintentional pun.
    "I have to wonder what
those boots mean. Black leather, high heels, tight as hell. Those
aren't pirate boots. Those are ‘fuck me’ boots. So I have to assume
that’s what you want. Just say so if I’m wrong."
    Your teeth grazed my palm
as you tried to bite, but the leather was good protection. I
nuzzled the warm hollow of your neck, inhaling the heady scents of
clean hair and soapy skin.
    "What’s the matter, honey?
Cat got your tongue?"
    Your sharp wriggle almost
freed you from under me. I kept you in my arms, but you writhed
until you ended up facing me. I found myself looking into your face
as I covered your mouth again to keep you