Beyond Definition by Jenni Wilder Page A

Somehow he had gotten his hands on some movie-level makeup and managed to make the left side of his face look like it was decaying. It was disgusting, yet somehow inappropriately sexy at the same time. Hmm... maybe I was the one with the zombie fetish, but I couldn't help it. He was dressed as a zombie policeman, and he looked damn sexy in his fake uniform that was slightly too small and accentuated his bulging muscles. He looked mouth-wateringly good, even if the left side of his face was decomposing.
    Bo had told me my costume had to be kickass. So in addition to my zombie makeup, I had found a short green and white pleated miniskirt and paired it with a tight white short-sleeved sweater that had a deep V-neck and showed off my midriff. Aunt Suzy had found some green and white pom-poms for me, and I was wearing thigh high white stockings, black-and-white Converse sneakers, and I had my hair in pigtails and ribbons. Yep—I was a zombie cheerleader. Oh wait, a sexy zombie cheerleader. Bo nearly had a seizure when he saw me. Then he tried to drag me to his bedroom even though we were already late to meet everyone. I think he was almost as thrilled with the idea that he could drag me to his bedroom as he was with trying to actually do it.
    It had been two weeks since our reunion. Two weeks of bliss. Bo had basically moved me into his apartment, and unless we were working or I was in school, we were inseparable, and neither of us had ever been happier. As natural and easy as our friendship had been, this was even better.
    Tonight was Halloween, and Bo had organized a large group of people to join us at the pub crawl. Kammy was here, of course, as were several of my uncle's bouncers and their dates. Jaxson even agreed to come dressed as a zombie WWE wrestler. Kammy loved it and spent her evening dressed as a slutty zombie librarian chasing after my cousin. Even Destiny and her husband had showed up in costume. Now that I knew she wasn't my competition, we got along much better and had plans to double date sometime in the near future.
    Our group was standing on the sidewalk waiting to proceed to the next bar on the pub crawl when Bo stumbled toward me from across our circle of friends. At first I thought maybe he had too much to drink, but he seemed steady on his feet despite dragging one leg awkwardly behind him.
    “Braaaains... BRAAAAINS...” he moaned in a perfect zombie impression and reached his arms out to grab at me.
    I laughed as I pretended to swat his hands away only to have him clutch at me harder and pull me into the circle of his arms.
    “BRAAAAAINS!” he wailed one final time before lowering his mouth to my neck and kissing me on my collarbone. I stopped resisting his zombie attack, and he tightened his arms around my waist and moved his lips lower on my chest until he was nuzzling at my cleavage.
    I tapped him on the top of his head. “I got news for you, buddy. Those aren't brains. Those are boobs.”
    “Fucking irresistible is what they are,” he said as he straightened up and kissed me hard on my mouth.
    I sighed into his kiss and circled my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Do you want to go home and have kinky zombie sex?” I whispered in his ear.
    “Ivy. Do you really need to ask me that?” he said with a smile and moved his hands to rest on my ass. “I was ready for kinky zombie sex before we even left the apartment.”
    I bit my lower lip and tried to look seductive. “Me too.”
    Bo's eyes flared with desire. He grabbed my hand and started to pull me toward the taxi stand. I quickly turned back to shout good-bye to our group and saw Kammy and Jaxson wrapped around each other. Surprisingly, it looked like her persistence had paid off.
    Bo stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as we stood in line for a taxi. “Did you have fun tonight?” he whispered into my ear.
    I nodded. “Did you?”
    “Best night of my life.”
    “Because of the promised kinky zombie sex,