my sides so that I trembled even in the warm water.
Alex pinched my nipples until I gasped, moving against him in a way that told him what I wanted. But he didn’t give it to me. Instead, he buried his fingers inside me, touching and stroking my flesh until all of me moved against him, desperate and needy and on the edge.
“Alex, I want you to—”
“Next time. This time, just give me this. Just let me do this for you. You’ll feel better and I’ll feel great.” He smiled at me and those eyes of his flickered like eternal flames in the dim shower. I rested my back to the cool tile and gave into his fingers. His thumb found the ball of my clit and he pressed, painting circles with his wet skin as I bit my lip to stay as silent as I could.
I came in a long slow unwinding rush of pleasure. Grasping at slippery tile and sinking onto his still flexing fingers. Alex kissed me when I came, swallowing my cries so that I didn’t have to worry.
Alex shed his clothes and got clean with me, killing two birds with one stone as I tried to explain it. Hygiene was almost as hard to explain as hunger. We stood there in the stream of rapidly cooling water until I started to shake again. “Damn, I came in here to stop doing that,” I said.
“Let’s get you dressed and get you home.”
I let him help me into the scrubs, I let him talk for me when it came to saying goodbyes, and I let him load me into the car. Hell, I let him drive my piece-of-shit car home. I was all about letting Alex do for me. Under it all, a steady beat of fear pulsed, would he leave now that his mission here was done?
Kenny—that monster—had to be why Alex was here. Now that it was done, would he be called back? A heavenly recall where zip! he was gone?
Chapter Five
“Oh, no.” I groaned though I knew it was rude.
Alex grinned and simply said, “Hi, there.”
The ghost nodded at us, giving me the evil eye if I wasn’t imagining it. “What can I do for you?” I asked, trying to keep my irritation and exhaustion at bay.
She nodded, her long blonde hair eddying around her small, pale face. She didn’t speak to me, this one, she just projected a thought into my head and I laughed. “Well, hell, that’s easy enough. I can manage that.”
Alex followed me as I stomped four doors down. My smoking suede ankle boots did not really go with the muddy pink scrubs Mrs. Nunley had given me but everyone would just have to deal with my current fashion atrocity. I knocked hard and waited, wanting nothing more than a huge meal and Alex curled up in my bed for the night.
After all, it might be the last time—hell, the only time—I ever got to spend the night with him.
It made my head hurt to realize that we’d only met hours before. Tons of adventure, stress, sex and flying food and beverages had really messed with my sense of time. The movers would be back tomorrow morning and I might be telling them to head back to the city. I could not keep this frenetic pace of ghost-aiding. It was too much. Too exhausting. And I could especially not do it if they were planning on snatching my angel back to the heavens.
“Do you know what time it is?” said a short, round woman with flaming red hair.
“Yep, it’s ghost time!” I said, laughing. I was tired and hungry and horny and pretty sure I was falling for a heavenly creature, and now she was going to bitch at me?
I don’t think so.
She frowned at me and started to slam the door. I stuck my boot in the jamb and winced. “I wouldn’t do that. Not if you want to know where…” I had to concentrate,
“Grandma Helen’s pearl necklace is!” God, I sounded maniacally victorious even to myself.
“What? Are you the new neighbor from the city? I knew you’d be crazy,” she said almost to herself.
“Hey! Look! I am here to help. Your dead cousin Sarah is telling me that it’s in the jelly car net!” I put my hands on my hips and Alex Church—that beautiful traitor—had
Alex pinched my nipples until I gasped, moving against him in a way that told him what I wanted. But he didn’t give it to me. Instead, he buried his fingers inside me, touching and stroking my flesh until all of me moved against him, desperate and needy and on the edge.
“Alex, I want you to—”
“Next time. This time, just give me this. Just let me do this for you. You’ll feel better and I’ll feel great.” He smiled at me and those eyes of his flickered like eternal flames in the dim shower. I rested my back to the cool tile and gave into his fingers. His thumb found the ball of my clit and he pressed, painting circles with his wet skin as I bit my lip to stay as silent as I could.
I came in a long slow unwinding rush of pleasure. Grasping at slippery tile and sinking onto his still flexing fingers. Alex kissed me when I came, swallowing my cries so that I didn’t have to worry.
Alex shed his clothes and got clean with me, killing two birds with one stone as I tried to explain it. Hygiene was almost as hard to explain as hunger. We stood there in the stream of rapidly cooling water until I started to shake again. “Damn, I came in here to stop doing that,” I said.
“Let’s get you dressed and get you home.”
I let him help me into the scrubs, I let him talk for me when it came to saying goodbyes, and I let him load me into the car. Hell, I let him drive my piece-of-shit car home. I was all about letting Alex do for me. Under it all, a steady beat of fear pulsed, would he leave now that his mission here was done?
Kenny—that monster—had to be why Alex was here. Now that it was done, would he be called back? A heavenly recall where zip! he was gone?
Chapter Five
“Oh, no.” I groaned though I knew it was rude.
Alex grinned and simply said, “Hi, there.”
The ghost nodded at us, giving me the evil eye if I wasn’t imagining it. “What can I do for you?” I asked, trying to keep my irritation and exhaustion at bay.
She nodded, her long blonde hair eddying around her small, pale face. She didn’t speak to me, this one, she just projected a thought into my head and I laughed. “Well, hell, that’s easy enough. I can manage that.”
Alex followed me as I stomped four doors down. My smoking suede ankle boots did not really go with the muddy pink scrubs Mrs. Nunley had given me but everyone would just have to deal with my current fashion atrocity. I knocked hard and waited, wanting nothing more than a huge meal and Alex curled up in my bed for the night.
After all, it might be the last time—hell, the only time—I ever got to spend the night with him.
It made my head hurt to realize that we’d only met hours before. Tons of adventure, stress, sex and flying food and beverages had really messed with my sense of time. The movers would be back tomorrow morning and I might be telling them to head back to the city. I could not keep this frenetic pace of ghost-aiding. It was too much. Too exhausting. And I could especially not do it if they were planning on snatching my angel back to the heavens.
“Do you know what time it is?” said a short, round woman with flaming red hair.
“Yep, it’s ghost time!” I said, laughing. I was tired and hungry and horny and pretty sure I was falling for a heavenly creature, and now she was going to bitch at me?
I don’t think so.
She frowned at me and started to slam the door. I stuck my boot in the jamb and winced. “I wouldn’t do that. Not if you want to know where…” I had to concentrate,
“Grandma Helen’s pearl necklace is!” God, I sounded maniacally victorious even to myself.
“What? Are you the new neighbor from the city? I knew you’d be crazy,” she said almost to herself.
“Hey! Look! I am here to help. Your dead cousin Sarah is telling me that it’s in the jelly car net!” I put my hands on my hips and Alex Church—that beautiful traitor—had
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