Free Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection by Lily Rede

more than a weed whacker to get the place back to normal. Through it all, Tom tried not to think. He wasn’t ready to process everything, and focused instead on physical activity, pushing himself to exhaustion.
    Unfortunately, his mind couldn’t block Cass, no matter how hard he tried to distract himself.
    Cass, whose raven hair felt like cool silk against his skin…who made the sweetest little cries of pleasure when he sucked her tasty clit… and whose pussy was hot enough to melt his cock as she rode him to oblivion. Cass, who was a witch that accidentally destroyed a year’s work by coming too hard.
    Tom sighed and wiped the sweat from his face with the edge of his shirt.
    He tried to convince himself that if she never spoke to him again, he’d be dodging a bullet. No doubt last night’s episode was just the tip of the iceberg. Who knows what might happen if they were in a real relationship? Who knows what might happen if he sank his cock into her again, maybe from behind this time, or up against the wall. Maybe he’d just strip her and fuck that sweet mouth while she played with her tits.
      Tom groaned. He wasn’t going to be able to forget her – the bright, curious eyes, her sweet laugh, or the way she gently teased him. So she destroyed a few pumpkins. So fucking what? He could grow more for next year. Missing the competition was a blow to his ego, but missing out on Cass would be fatal to his heart.
    He picked up a small pumpkin from the corner of the lot by the gate, mostly undamaged, and headed down to Cass’ house.
    Tom knocked.
    And waited.
    And knocked again.
    “I’m not going anywhere until you answer the door, Cass.”
    A long pause, and the door cracked open to reveal a very wary Cass still in her flannel shirt from the night before. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and swollen. She’d clearly been crying. She was beautiful.
    Solemnly, Tom held out the little pumpkin.
    Cass burst into tears again.
    Shit.
    Tom set the pumpkin on the porch and pulled Cass into his arms, letting her sob against his shirt. While she held tight and cried herself out, he noted the chaos inside – the house seemed to be having its own meltdown. He winced at the sound of breaking glass.
    “Sweetheart, you have to calm down. Your homeowners insurance probably doesn’t cover damage by witchcraft.”
    Cass let out a watery chuckle and the noise level inside abated somewhat.
    “You shouldn’t be here, Tom. I blew up your pumpkins.”
    “Yes, you did. But you also blew my mind, so I figure it’s a fair trade.”
    “You don’t mean that.”
    Tom tilted her head up.
    “Look, everyone’s got their little eccentricities. I once dated a girl who thought that eating salad was murder. I can handle a little magic, Cass.”
    “But it could be months before I figure out how to control it. Or years. It’s part of who I am. It’s never going to go away, and anyone who wants to be with me is going to have to deal with a certain amount of magical disaster,” she said, adding, “And my family.”
    “Then I guess you’ll have to find lots of interesting ways to make it up to me when you accidentally leave me stranded in the Gobi desert or turn my customers into fruit bats.”
    He explored her curves through the flannel, sliding his hands back to cup her ass in a firm grip. She plucked a pumpkin seed from the collar of his shirt.
    “You’re covered in pumpkin guts.”
    “Yes, I am. Let’s go take a bath and you can scrub my back, my sweet little witch.”
    Cass seemed to waver for a moment, and then wrapped her hands around his neck.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Where am I going to find another girl who can literally sweep me off my feet?”
    He kissed her, pleased with her gasp as he lifted her far enough to press his cock into the vee of her thighs. Oh yeah.
    “You know, I might be able to put your pumpkins back together,” she murmured.
    “Leave my pumpkin patch alone.”
    “It was just a