“What matters is that they are still alive. Hopefully they will find a secure place to stay until I get to the bottom of things.”
“That’s the thing, Damien. We were all talking downstairs after you left, and I wanted to ask you something.” She paused for a long moment. “You told us all about your curse and your twin because you didn’t want anything bad to happen to us.”
“What is your point?”
“Don’t you get it? You care about them, which according to you means they should all be dead.”
“I acted out of a sense of duty. That is not the same thing as caring.”
“I don’t agree,” Sky challenged. “Elenore told me what you did—rescuing her from those sick assholes at the fundraiser by pretending to be some sort of Men in Black character. And then there’s Pet. You tried to save her from blowing up inside the Browns’ house. Then you negotiated to get Bonbon a mate so he wouldn’t die alone. There’s even my situation. You wanted to masturbate so you wouldn’t jeopardize my life.”
“Yes. I am a real giver,” he said dryly.
“I say you are, actually.”
“You are dead.” He pointed out the obvious.
“But what if my death was just some random accident? They happen all the time, you know.”
“What if it was not random?” he replied.
“Argue all you want, Damien, but everyone downstairs agrees; your actions speak louder than words. You care. Which means—”
“I lost my entire family to the curse.” That was not in his head.
“Are you sure? Was there any other possible explanation for how they died?”
Everyone in town believed the plague had been responsible, but if that were true, then how come he survived? He had been in close contact with each of them.
“I wish you were right,” he said, “but there is the small matter of my age. I have been alive for over two hundred years. This is the curse’s doing.”
“Hmmm…that is an excellent point, but something still doesn’t fit.”
Says the journalist who finds suspicion in everything. It was what she’d been trained to do. Sniff out stories and hidden agendas. In this case, there was no hidden story. “I know what I know, and I have a lifetime of examples to back up my beliefs. In any case, I cannot take the risk of testing out your theory.”
“I get it, I do. But—”
“But nothing. My life is no concern of yours, Sky.” How did she not understand this by now?
“Oh, but it is my concern. For better or worse, I’ve decided to anchor myself to you. That means I’m here until I’m forced to move on by a greater power, or something else changes.”
He felt her warm body slide under the covers next to him.
“What are you doing?” He froze, the subtle smell of her vanilla hair wafting over him.
A soft hand moved across his naked torso. “Do you remember the other night when you came in your sleep?”
“How could I forget?” Being sixteen again was such a joy.
“That wasn’t a wet dream. That was me. I was just too embarrassed to admit how attracted I am to you.”
He supposed he had enjoyed that dream. It had felt so real. Like now.
“I’d like to try something different this time. If you want?” Sky asked.
He felt her weight move on top and straddle him. Her skin was warm. Her body pressed into his torso. It was no different than the real thing…
“Oh, Jesus.” Something warm and wet sheathed his cock. “How are you doing that?”
“I don’t know,” she panted, “but it feels fantastic.”
She raised herself up and slammed down on his hard cock. His body filled with erotic pulses. Was it wrong to be intimate with a woman he’d killed?
She slammed down on him again.
Nope. Do not care. “Are you certain I am not dreaming?” This was amazing.
“If you are, do you care?” she panted.
“I already decided I do not.”
She began moving at a vigorous pace, planting her soft palms on his chest. He was almost afraid to touch her and find nothing there, but the urge to cup her breasts outweighed his hesitation.
His hands glided up the gentle curves of her waist and found the soft heavy mounds. Two pert nipples, like little pearls, beaded against his palms.
He groaned, feeling the sensation build deep in his groin. It had been far too long since he’d had sex. “Are you sure this is real? I’ll be very disappointed if I find myself fucking a pillow.”
“I don’t know,” she moaned. “But your hard dick is going to make me come.” She bore down on him and cried out.
The sound triggered his explosion, the cum jetting out in a thick stream.
“Oh Gods.” He sat up in bed, nothing but air in front of him. His body was covered with sweat. His sheets were, well… “Not again.”
His cell phone vibrated on his nightstand. He picked it up.
Sky: Sorry about the sheets, but that was amazing.
He smiled and shook his head. “I can’t believe I just fucked a ghost.”
When do I get my turn, tailor?
“Never. And shut the hell up.”
To Damien’s delight, there wasn’t a living soul to be found the next morning. Someone had even cleaned up Pet’s mess in the kitchen.
Now this is what I am talking about. Quiet. Peaceful. Solitude.
He went for the coffee beans and put the kettle on to boil water. I think I’ll drive the VW today. Yes, that was his festive car, only used on days when he felt playful and alive. Something about the peppy sound of the engine.
He never dreamed that telling his secret would lift so much weight off his shoulders, but it had.
As for Sky, maybe it would not be such a bad thing to let her stay a while. He could not kill her. Again. And she had clearly mastered dream-fucking.
His cock thickened just thinking about how good it had felt to plunge his dick inside her, to feel her stretch around his girth, to hear her cry out as she took her pleasure from his…
My dream dick? He didn’t know, and he did not care. Damien was in far too good a mood to think too much on the matter.
Yeah, so what if you killed her? And now you’re fucking her. Totally works with your “code,” tailor.
“Say whatever you like, but nothing can spoil this mood.”
“What’s for breakfast?” Pet fluttered in.
And I spoke too soon. “Where did you come from?” he snarled.
“We built a bonfire in your yard and fell asleep outside. Oh, and Elenore said goodbye—she’ll meet us at the festival in Miami. I think she wanted to look for more weres to come with us as backup.”
This could not be happening. And there was no damned place in his yard for a bonfire, let alone material to burn. If they touched my redwood Adirondacks, I will murder them.
“By the way,” Pet said, “I heard your ghost sex went well. Nice…”
“Sky told you?”
“I’m a sex fairy; I can hear people banging from a thousand miles away. Right now, there are five hundred and sixty-two people orgasming. Music to my ears.” Pet smiled like the tiny pervert she was, flashing her sharp teeth. It was almost as disturbing as Bonbon’s smile.