Haunted (3 page)

Face buried in the curve of her neck, he nuzzled the soft bit of flesh behind her ear. An odd sound like a cross between an impatient huff and a gasp escaped her as she slid a foot up his leg and hooked it on the waistband of his sleep pants. One quick jerk of her foot and he was as naked as she.

Positioned half over her, he rocked against her side. Her orgasm wasn’t even a memory yet, but she wanted his big cock inside her now. The strength of her desire concerned her the tiniest bit, but she chalked it up to making up for lost time.

His movements were more and more deliberate. “I want to make love to you. Feel you wrapped around me while you come.”

She crushed her mouth down on him for a thought-shattering kiss before pulling away when an unfamiliar man’s voice whispered, “Check the nightstand.”

With a shake of her head, she dispelled the notion and tugged at the drawer of the nightstand. The drawer came off one runner. Inside, she found a small black box of condoms with a sticker affixed to the top. She brought the label up to her face.
Please Practice Safe Sex. The Management
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She dumped the contents onto the bed. Hands steady, she snatched up a condom and tore it open with her teeth. She shoved Jake’s muscled shoulder, knocking him onto his back. He was much bigger than she was, so she shouldn’t have been able to manage such a feat, but by the flummoxed expression on his face, surprise was her ally.

Jake lifted his shoulders off the bed, resting on his elbows. When she pressed a single finger to the center of his chest, he fell back with a smile. A smile that grew when she climbed on top of him and ran a hand over his rounded pecs, soft but firm, like silk draped over steel.

“I’m going to ride you. Would you like that?”

He blinked once, wearing a face-splitting grin. “Hell yes.”

In answer to his enthusiasm, she lifted herself onto her knees. Body angled back, she slid the condom over his long, thick shaft. He wrapped her hand around his cock and positioned the tip of his cock against her opening. Unable to wait any longer, she lowered herself onto him. Her eyes drifted closed to savor the sensation. When she’d taken every last inch of him, her pussy clamped down.

He let out a shuddered breath. “Please do that again.”

She chuckled low in her throat as she lifted herself up the length of him before sliding back down. His hands moved to her hips. She opened her eyes only to find his shut tight. With a slow roll of her hips, she raked her nails down his chest. His back curved up, and his mouth was on her. Oh, how she was learning to love his wicked mouth. His lips, teeth and tongue all teased her breasts, while his hands pulled her down harder and faster onto his thick cock. No man had ever filled her to the point she didn’t think she could take any more. Her clit rubbed against his lower belly, adding to the pleasure coursing through her.

Virginia arched her neck as she ground against him harder as yet another orgasm slammed into her. Pussy spasming on his still working cock, she slowed her movements at the almost unbearable sensation.

His hands gripped her hips tighter. “No, stay there. Oh man, you feel so good. So tight.” As her body vibrated from the force of her orgasm, his cock swelled inside her. “Oh shit, I’m going to come.”

She didn’t have it in her to respond, and he obviously didn’t have it in him to wait. She slumped forward, her hands resting on his shoulders. Those busy hands of his grabbed her ass and squeezed. He pumped into her one last time, and with breaths coming in heavy pants, he came.

Reduced to little more than a quivering pile of Jell-O, she laid her head on his chest. His hand stroked her hair. As she slid into sleep, he whispered, “Thank you.”

The pale light of the coming dawn peeped through the open curtains, waking Jake. A few hours earlier, Virginia had snuggled into his side. Arm wrapped around her, he almost had to pinch himself at the memory of what they had done last night.

Careful not to disturb her, he eased out of the bed. Once he was free, she rolled onto her belly and nuzzled the abandoned pillow. His cock twitched at the sight of all her curves. With a quiet groan, he grasped the blanket that lay crumpled at the foot of the bed and tucked it around her shoulders. He brushed away the loose curls covering her face and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. His bag rested on the dresser. He grabbed it and hurried into the bathroom.

After a shave and a much-needed shower, he dressed and exited the bathroom. A made up tune he’d been whistling died on his lips. Virginia sat on the now made bed, fully dressed with a book in her hand. With a crisp swipe of her index finger, she turned a page. Where had the woman who’d trembled in his arms gone?

He coughed. Nothing. Damn, he should have waited for her to wake up. “Hey.” Did that sound casual? He hoped so. He’d never slept with a woman without extensive planning and both parties being aware it was going to happen in advance. Random unplanned sex had been Quinn’s forte.

Without lifting her eyes from the book, she held up a hand. “One second.”

He fidgeted with the strap of the bag still slung over his shoulder. “Listen, I want to talk to you about last night.”

With a loud sigh, she placed one finger in between the pages and closed the ancient leather book. When she glanced up, her irritated expression morphed into shock. Her mouth dropped open and eyes widened. She stared past him. Jake followed, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. A rush of cool air brushed his side as he swiveled back around.

“Oh my.” Her hand stretched out in his direction, but she jerked it back right away.

“What’s the matter?”

“I think I see him.”

“Quinn’s here?”

She nodded in a hesitant motion. “Very.”

* * *

Virginia recognized the whole “I’m not really looking for a relationship” speech from the panicked glint in his eyes. Jake was about to make last night even more awkward than it needed to be. Hell, he’d crept out of bed at the earliest opportunity.

Then, she saw something that shouldn’t have been possible. A few steps behind Jake, Quinn leaned against a wall buck naked with an erection that would shame a porn star. “Oh my.”

“What’s the matter?” Jake scanned the room.

“I think I see him.” Quinn appeared as real as Jake. He walked toward her, cock bobbing against his belly. She’d heard the whispers of what she believed to be ghosts before, but had never seen one. She stretched out a hand and it went through his midsection. The corded muscles of his belly rippled as her hand passed through, but nothing more. She snatched her hand back.

Jake’s head snapped in her direction. “Quinn’s here?”

“Very.”

“You can see me?”

She gasped. It was the voice from last night. She hadn’t remembered Quinn’s voice. He’d become nothing more than a face in a collection of increasingly faded memories. In an effort not to stare at his mouth-watering but unsubstantial form, she dropped the now forgotten book and jumped to her feet.

Jake stepped forward. He was a little taller than Quinn, and his shoulder passed through the ghost. Quinn grimaced and sidestepped to avoid further contact.

“Yes, I can see you. All of you.”

Quinn looked down and grinned. “Oh yeah. I guess I got used to no one seeing that.”

“Can you cover up?”

Jake’s eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Quinn placed his hands over his groin, but his penis poked through. With a shrug, he mumbled, “Sorry.”

“Your friend is sort of naked, and it’s a little distracting.”

“How can he be sort of naked?” Jake stepped forward, eclipsing Quinn. His voice held a new sharpness.

Quinn scowled and moved to the middle of the bed to lie on his belly. His perfectly round ass proved almost as distracting a sight as his front. The reason for her unrequited teenage lust toward the man became all too apparent.

“Can you tell the pain in the ass to stop walking through me? It was bad enough last night watching him fumble through sex with you.”

“You saw that?”

Jake’s hand landed on her shoulder. “Saw what?”

Quinn laughed. “Yeah, I saw everything.” Then, his demeanor shifted. Face intent, he leaned forward and brushed his hand against her upper arm.

The hint of pressure and coolness struck a familiar chord. She backed into Jake’s broad chest, as warm as the ghost’s touch was cold. “You?”

Quinn waggled his eyebrows.

Hands on her shoulders, Jake turned her to face him. “What the hell is going on? Tell me, or I’m dragging you out of this room until you do.”

“You brought me here to see if your friend was haunting the room. Well, he is. And he haunted me last night.”

“Oh.” Jake’s hands dropped as he stepped away from her. A resigned air surrounded him. “Where is he?”

She jabbed a thumb toward the bed.

Quinn waved. “Hey.”

“Oh, stop it. He can’t see you.” Her attention shifted between the two men before settling on Jake. “Can you?”

Jake shook his head, but squinted at the bed as if he might see something if he tried hard enough. He stepped forward and waved a hand over the bed.

Quinn rolled his eyes and held up his thumb and forefinger. “Remind him I’m naked, and he’s this close to touching my wang.”

“Jake, he’s naked.”

As expected, Jake yanked back his hand. “Eww.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have chosen to spend eternity like this…” Quinn motioned toward his erection. “But I’m dealing with it.”

“He can’t hear you.” A pounding sensation started at the base of her skull.

“What did he say?” Jake backed away until he stood by the far wall. She wasn’t sure if he was more bothered by the idea of a nude ghost or the reality of there being a ghost at all.

“Jake. When a person dies and becomes a ghost, they linger in the same form as when they died. Since Quinn was having sex when he died --”

“Oh God. No more. I need to think. I’ll be back.” The door of the room slammed shut as he left her alone. Sort of.

“That went well.” Quinn smirked at the door.

She wished a person could actually hit a ghost because this one needed a good hard smack. “Be nice. I don’t think he really believed you would be here.” She took a seat opposite the bed in a blue chair that might once have contained stuffing, but those days were long gone. “Why are you here anyway?”

He flipped onto his back and folded his hands behind his head. “I don’t know. I loved my life.”

She forced herself to look away from his cock. “You must have had some unresolved issue.”

He sent her a lopsided grin. “Did you read that on a cereal box? Come on, you can do better.”

She groaned. “Listen, I’m not much of a medium. I don’t like it, but considering I can hear and now see dead people…”

He slid onto his side, head propped up on one hand, making it that much harder to ignore the giant erection in the room. “Well, that’s fascinating, but like it or not you’re here.”

“Okay, let me think. Do you like being dead?” She toyed with a bit of paper peeling off the top of the particleboard table.

“No.”

“Is there something you needed to tell someone before you died?” She slammed her hand down on the table to get his attention, but he only yawned. “Is there anything at all that you still give a shit about since you died?”

His eyes focused on her with an almost disturbing level of intensity. “Actually, yes. I always want to have sex. I mean even now with you desperately trying to keep your eyes off my dick. All I want to do is screw you every which way known to man, and then invent some for good measure.”

She pursed her lips and crossed her legs, trying to convey a displeasure she didn’t feel. Her pussy rather liked the idea. “Well, you died with an erection. So I guess that makes sense.”

“No, it’s more than that. I’m horny. That’s true. But when people have sex or even sexual thoughts around me, I feel a little alive.”

She scooted farther back into her chair. “Is that why you touched me last night?”

“You felt it?” His eyes lit up.

“I thought I was dreaming, but yes.”

“Last night something called to me, and there you were. When I possess someone, I end up feeling weaker and black out. But after you…” His gaze dropped to her lips. “I want to touch you again. I want to feel you come like you did last night, but for me.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. “Your unresolved issue might be that you died… Unsatisfied.”

Quinn broke out into loud guffaws, but after a few minutes his laughter died. He sat up cross-legged and faced her. “You know. That isn’t so crazy.”

“Thanks for the confidence.”

“You’re welcome, but we still have one problem.” He pointed at her with a dramatic pause. “I can’t touch myself even to jerk off, much less have sex with a woman. So, how am I supposed to resolve my…” He sent a pointed look to his cock. “Problem.”

She sucked in her bottom lip and dropped her gaze. “Well, I might have an idea, but we would need Jake’s help.”

Virginia hurried out of the shower at the knock on the door and wrapped a towel around herself. Yeah, Jake was in a sulk when he left, but would he knock?

“Give me a minute.” She threw on a top and a pair of jeans. Her palms grew damp at the thought of what she planned to ask him. Quinn grumbled as she walked past the television. Apparently, death had given him a hunger for reality television as well as sex. With a scowl in Quinn’s direction, she opened the door.

Daphne, blonde hair pulled back in a perfect chignon, slouched against the wall beside the door. “Hey.” A smirk appeared on her perfectly bow-shaped lips. “I brought the research materials you asked for.” The tiny purse Daphne carried couldn’t hold more than a pamphlet, and her hands were empty.

Virginia frowned. “Where?”

“You’re such a dinosaur.” Daphne dug into the pocket of her white Capri pants and pulled out a bright pink thumb drive. The small piece of plastic dangled from her thumb and forefinger. Virginia snaked out a hand to grab the drive, but Daphne pulled back at the last moment. “No way. Not until you tell me why you need books about sex magick.”