Twice the Tricks and Treats E-Book

Mia Kingsley

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 78

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

"You want to be a good girl, don't you?"   I'm taking the familiar shortcut across the cemetery to get home from an awful Halloween party when some guys dressed up as vampires stop me. They're clearly looking for trouble. Thankfully, my two roommates show up just in time to save me.   All too soon, I find myself in another kind of trouble, though—facedown on strong thighs, getting taught a lesson I didn't know I needed. Maybe I should've listened when my roommates explicitly told me not to use that shortcut …   This deliciously dark Halloween treat is full of over-the-top romance, obsessive men and enough cemeteries to give you goosebumps.

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TWICE THE TRICKS AND TREATS

MIA KINGSLEY

A DARK DADDY ROMANCE

CONTENTS

Twice The Tricks And Treats

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

About the Author

TWICE THE TRICKS AND TREATS

"You want to be a good girl, don't you?"

I'm taking the familiar shortcut across the cemetery to get home from an awful Halloween party when some guys dressed up as vampires stop me. They're clearly looking for trouble.

Thankfully, my two roommates show up just in time to save me.

All too soon, I find myself in another kind of trouble, though—facedown on strong thighs, getting taught a lesson I didn't know I needed.

Maybe I should've listened when my roommates explicitly told me not to use that shortcut …

This deliciously dark Halloween treat is full of over-the-top romance, obsessive men and enough cemeteries to give you goosebumps.

1

CONNOR

I don't mean to enter Avery's room without her knowledge, but I'm missing my phone charger and I have an idea who might have taken it. Avery is terribly messy, constantly misplacing her keys, phone, charger and whatever else she might need within the next five seconds. I can't count how many afternoons I spend on my knees, crawling through the apartment looking for glasses, headphones or pieces of jewelry.

It's not surprising that I find my charger, wedged between two cheesy romance novels, an empty mug and no less than four containers of lotion, on her nightstand.

This morning she smelled like vanilla and marshmallows when she left for work, which is confusing since none of the names of her lotions suggest that delicious smell. Avery probably has another stash of body mousses in the bathroom.

As I turn to leave her room, I spot her costume for the Halloween party tonight on a hanger. Although Halloween is tomorrow, our friends decided to have their party early, since everyone is always excited on a Friday night.

I am hoping that what I see is her costume; otherwise, I have to assume that Avery wants to start working as a hooker. I swallow as I walk closer to her closet and pick the hanger up.

"Brandon!"

My best friend, roommate and business partner comes as soon as I call him. He lingers at the doorstep like he's not sure if he's allowed to enter Avery's room. "What's up?"

Instead of answering, I hold the hanger up for him to see.

He eyes the black lacy scraps of fabric and whistles. "You bought lingerie for her? So we're finally going to tell her how we feel?"

"I did not buy that."

Brandon steps closer and takes the garter belt off the hanger. "Then who did?" All of a sudden, he sounds agitated since the thought that another man could have bought this for our girl clearly upsets him.

"Seeing that witch's hat lying over there and the pair of witchy heels standing here, I figure it might be her costume for the party tonight."

Cocking his head, he picks up a bra and a tiny piece of clothing that might be—using a lot of imagination—a skirt. "She can't wear that."

"Nope." I'm in agreement. "Especially considering that Mark will be there."

"Damn. What do we do? Maybe we should tell her how we feel."

We both stare at the slutty costume, pondering our options. The problem is we're both in love with our witty, pretty and sassy roommate, and therein lies yet another problem. The situation is complicated enough with her being our roommate, but that's not all, because we want to share her. Neither one of us is willing to leave Avery alone, and since we're best friends, working the same job, we figured we can deal with sharing her.

We just don't know how to tell her.

These past few months have been hell since we've realized that we're in over our heads. Avery's so sexy that I almost can't think straight when she's around, which is a problem because we work from home.

She's sweet and loving, always making sure to take good care of Brandon and me. Seeing her in her tiny pajamas when she says good night to us every evening is killing me.

I can't even figure out why she's single since we basically have to fight our competitors off—competitors like Mark who's been eyeing Avery for a while now. He's a friend of a friend and always around when we socialize. We already warned him to leave her alone, but he doesn't seem to listen.

We're both worried that we might lose our shit around him one day before we have the opportunity to talk to Avery about our feelings.

"Let's just get her another costume for tonight, and when we're back from the party, we will need to talk to her." Brandon looks at me. He's not as patient as I am, and if we had taken his approach, Avery would be ours by now, highly likely to be chained to a bed and naked all day, possibly even pregnant.

"Okay, let's figure something out. What's the most demure, chaste and boring costume you can think of?"

2

AVERY

"Those are not the cheap imitations, are they?" Mrs. Barry squints, her eyes huge behind her correction glasses. She leans heavily on her cane, but I don't let her appearance fool me. Mrs. Barry is as fit and vital as they come, but she loves to play the part of the fragile old lady.

"No, Mrs. Barry, it's your usual medication." I hand her the bag over the counter, with a smile plastered to my face. She's my last customer for today, and I'm on edge and can't wait to get home. I'm the last one in the store, ready to lock up and leave. My colleague Spencer will come by my home tomorrow to pick up the keys since I have the next couple of days off.

By then, my anxiety about the party tonight will have subsided. Or at least I hope it will.

As I watch Mrs. Barry make her way to the exit much more quickly than her cane might lead you to believe, my mind wanders to the costume hanging in my bedroom. It's my last hope. If this doesn't work, then I don't know what will.

As crazy as it might sound, I want to seduce my roommates. Yes, both of them.

Unfortunately, I've come to the conclusion that they either don't want me or they're gay. Otherwise, I can't explain why they never react.

Recently, I have developed the habit of constantly running out of clean clothes, which means I am usually scantily clad when I do laundry. Also, not only have my pajamas become shorter and shorter, but I also always make sure to kiss Brandon and Connor goodnight.

I sigh, thinking of how good they smell and how the stubble on Brandon's cheek feels under my lips. Hell, I even started calling both of them Daddy, pretending it's a joke so I can test the waters.

Nothing.

I tried everything from pretending to be missing stuff so they help me look for it to stumbling into the bathroom while making them believe I didn't notice one of them was showering. Nothing ever seems to work.

So, desperate times make for desperate measures. In a final attempt to make them notice me, I bought the tiniest, sexiest Halloween costume I could find. It's far more revealing than I like, but other than parading naked through the living room begging for them to fuck me, I really don't have any options left. I just want a freaking reaction. A cocked eyebrow, an irritated look or maybe even an appreciative smirk—I'm not picky. Just something that tells me they notice me.

By the time I lock the store and walk back home, I'm a mess. My mind is spinning like crazy, trying to figure out all the possible outcomes for tonight.

Best-case scenario is that I end up with two strong, smart and caring Daddies. Worst-case scenario is that I become homeless tomorrow morning since my roommates kick me out for being pushy. And then there are countless options in between.

My knees are weak when I finally make it up the stairs to the second floor where we live. I need three tries to unlock the door and enter the apartment.

Brandon is sitting on the couch, his laptop on his strong thighs, working on something I can't make out. He shuts the computer down and turns to me.

As if I'm not nervous enough already, his smirk makes my pulse quicken.

"Hey Avery."

"Hi Daddy." My heart is leaping to my throat, and I feel like I'm going to pass out within the next few seconds.

Am I now imagining things, or does he swallow thickly when I call him Daddy?

"Since tonight's the party, Connor and I figured we could do some kind of matching costumes with you."

I beam at him, loving the idea that they want to involve me. "That sounds awesome."

Before I can tell him that I already have a costume that I might be able to adjust to their idea, Brandon gives me a thumbs-up, his blue eyes sparkling. "Great, we've put your costume on your bed." He gets up, taking a look at his watch. "We'd better get ready and head off so we aren't late."