Chapter 337: Decisions
*I think we should talk. – text from Pagan to Shiloh*
The sentence murmured as Shiloh drifted off to sleep haunted Pagan. Four days later, it was still rattling around in his head. So was the mind-blowing sex.
As the girls got dressed for trick or treating, he sent her a message.
He had typed it and deleted it several times. Sometimes it was short. Other times it was so long, it should have chapter and verse.
He finally settled on five simple words. Then after he sent it, he realized how ominous it sounded. There was no way to get it back. The message he received back invited him and the girls over after trick and treating.
With bags full of candy and treats, they parked in the driveway to their house and walked across the street. Pumpkins and decorations lined the street. Even their own house had seven jack-o-lanterns on the porch.
Cookie had brought them home with Gertie and told Pagan that he needed to call Shiloh. When Karan got home with the girls, they had a pumpkin carving party. After dinner and smores, Shiloh walked across the street, but Pagan never saw Cookie take Gertie back to the hotel.
The large funeral home and its oversized lot was decorated the most. Both of her cars, the rat rod and hearse, were parked in the lot. As expected, many people wanted pictures. They had lights angled at them and even more decorations around them.
The girls ran over for their dad to get their pictures. Shiloh approached with her Elvira costume on and offered to take their pictures with Pagan.
Pagan leaned against the rat rod in his Fonzie costume between his vampire and Rosie the Riveter. Cookie and Karan came over in their Black Panther and Black Widow costumes. Pagan wondered if they bought the costumes for Halloween or had them for role play.
Never mind. He decided that he did not want to know the answer.
Gertie stood on his porch handing out candy in an Agent Carter costume and Karan couldn’t keep her eyes off the other woman.
“Come on, Elvira.” Cookie said taking Pagan’s phone from Shiloh. “Go get a picture with them.”
The girls exclaimed excitedly, and Pagan encouraged her also. She stood by Pagan behind Alyssa. A few pictures were taken and then Ashlyn pulled her sister away.
“We need one of just dad and mo-Shiloh.” She caught herself before she said mom. But not quick enough as all the adults noticed it.
A short time later, Karan and Cookie took the girls home. Pagan and Shiloh sat down on her little outdoor couch with a bowl of candy and small toys on the nearby table. The trick or treaters were fewer now and allowed for a quiet discussion.
“You said something the other night that I can’t get out of my head.” Pagan admitted.
“Oh?”
“You said that the girls and I should move in with you.”
“Oh.” She blushed and handed over a bag of goodies to each of the teens. “When I bought this place, it seemed like there was always someone from Cookie’s crew that was around. Between the living quarters and the retail space, and of course, storage, the garages and landscaping.”
“Then Gertie moved in. But now, it’s a lot of space for just me. I get lonely.” She gave him a small smile. “To be honest, I thought that I had dreamed saying it.”
“You said it. Waking up in bed with you was nice. Not going to complain about the blow job in the middle of the night. I think it was yesterday before my eyes finally uncrossed.”
She giggled. “I enjoyed that night, too.”
“I was afraid of the girls getting too attached to you. Afraid of me getting too attached. I think it’s too late for that.”
“Those girls of yours are pretty awesome.” She smiled at him. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Well, thanks.” He smirked.
“Would you want to move in?”
“I’ve thought about it all week. In fact, very little else. Eyes were aimed at the brain, probably the memory section.”
She giggled again, causing her ample tits to jiggle. His eyes were drawn to them. He thought about how they felt in his hands. How they tasted. How his cock had felt sliding between them.
His jeans grew tight and he wanted to find out what nipple rings she wore today.
“Pagan?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry…” looking up at her, he licked his lips. “Ummm… I would love to live with you. Would do it in a heartbeat.”
“I hear a but in there.”
“My girls have to come first.”
“Maybe we should talk to them about this.” Shiloh suggested.
“Maybe we should figure out what our relationship is before we do that.”
She nodded. “You need to understand, I have obligations to my family. I don’t… I don’t associate with most of my family. There are issues that I’m not ready to get into with you just yet.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I just have to convince my mom that I’m not going to be what she wants me to be.”
“High expectations?”
“Something like that.”
Pagan nodded. “I have obligations with the club, so I understand.”
“How come I never see you on a bike?”
He chuckled uncomfortably. “I have the girls and,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I have a leg injury that makes it hard for me to ride a lot of the time.”
She remembered tracing the long scar on either side of his thigh. When she asked, he had simply said it was an old football injury. At the time, it was brushed off as something he didn’t want to talk about.
Shiloh had dropped the topic at the time.
“The old football injury?”
“Sounds better than being stupid.”
“Tell me about it sometime?”
“Sometime.” Pagan agreed as she gave away more goody bags to another group of teens. “You’re not one that puts an age limit on trick or treating?”
“They’re still kids.” She smiled at him. “And it wasn’t something that I got to do as a kid. All of this, something happened last spring, my grandfather said that he knew I wasn’t happy, told me to go find myself.”
“You found yourself.”
“I did.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Reaching over, he took her hand in his.
“Other than being lonely, do you want us to move in with you?”
“I do." She smiled at him. "I really would love for you all to move in.”
