Page 64 of Mack's Horribly Hellacious Ghost Town
So was I. Incredibly glad. I kissed him again, felt the mood shift. When his hands pulled me in, squeezing my ass, I knew his mind had gone straight to the gutter. I smiled into the kiss, my own energy levels rising as lust mixed in.
Breaking the kiss, I murmured, “If you’re willing to do the work…”
“Oh, I am quite willing.”
He normally was.
I helped a little, wiggling to get clothes off, tugging at his shirt to aid with its removal. It was all done between lazy kisses because he might be willing to do the work, but he clearly wasn’t willing to rush us along. Fine by me. I still had very little energy to spare. Really, it heightened my pleasure, as I had time. Not rushing any part of this, just soaking in the moment. I warmedunder his hands as they stroked over my skin, felt my nerves come alight.
Lying skin to skin with this man, held in his arms, was always a delight. Today, with me feeling so low in energy, I loved how he manhandled me. Those large hands wrapping around my legs or waist, turning me as he wished. It somehow made me feel decadent, like a prince who was being pleasured.
Brandon flipped me onto my stomach and an idea sparked. I glanced over my shoulder. “I took a shower twenty minutes ago and cleaned up.”
He paused, his amber eyes narrowing a little. “In other words, eat you out?”
“Please?” I did a naughty little ass waggle.
Snorting, he grabbed me by the thighs andyankedup, making me slide against the covers, which startled a laugh out of me. That was quite fun! Then I felt my cheeks part, his hot tongue stroking my rim, and my laughter turned into a groan. Loved that mouth of his. Especially when he speared his tongue into my hole and started tongue-fucking me. God, yes. Loved that. I panted, trying not to squirm, but my instinct was to shove my hips backward to get more of that deliciousngh.
A fine tremor started in my thighs as his tongue pried me open bit by bit. The ecstasy of the act undid me, my nerves singing with pleasure and anticipation. As much as I loved Brandon’s mouth, there was another part of his anatomy I arguably liked just as much.
He lifted his head, replacing wet heat with cool air, which I was not okay with. Then a big, blunt finger started stretching me and I replaced the whine of frustration with a purr. God yes, loved that too. He had me stretched far too quickly—I may have been so lost to sensation, time passed like a blur—and I felt him, big and ready, as he breeched my hole. I tried levering up tomeet him partway, but his hold on my hips prevented me from doing anything more than shifting.
“Hold still,” Brandon breathed.
A tremor seized me from head to foot as I felt every glorious inch slowly,slowlyslide in. I’d never get tired of the feeling. I’d never stop craving it. When I felt him bottom out, I hung in his hands and panted, loving the sensation even as I felt a little overwhelmed by it.
Then Brandon started moving. In and out, heavy thrusts rocking me on the bed. I got my forearms under me for balance, but my full attention was on his beautiful cock wrecking my ass.
I never had been able to come from my ass alone, but moments like these, I really wished I could. I’d love nothing better than to come as his cock hit that magic button inside me.
Abruptly, Brandon withdrew, grabbed my hips, then flipped me over. I landed like a pancake on the reverse side, bewildered by what he was doing. He certainly didn’t give me room to ask because next thing I knew, I had three fingers working in my ass and he’d swallowed my cock. My eyes rolled right into my head, hands grasping at the pillow just so I had something to hold.
I slowly came unglued under his hands and mouth, my climax building with every bob, every movement of those talented fingers.
In a breath, I came unwound, barely choking out a warning before my climax hit me hard. My hips arched without permission, cock sliding deeper into my fiancé’s throat. Brandon swallowed me down, milking every drop of my orgasm until the sensation became too much. I sagged against the mattress as I breathed, just breathed, trying to orient myself after my dizzying climax.
Brandon didn’t give me the chance. He slid upward on his knees, pushing into me again, and started fucking with the same pace and fierceness as before. It was a little uncomfortable,my nerve endings already sensitized and feeling a smidge overloaded.
It was also so unbearably hot to watch him thrust into me, over and over, a look of perfect bliss on his face. I let him go, enjoying the pleasure he so clearly felt, feeling high all over again for pleasing him.
His thrusts became a little erratic, a touch harder, then he slammed in and came in me, head thrown back as pleasure overcame him. I expected him to just flop on top of me—which he did, his head pillowed on my chest, gusty sighs blowing across my skin. I wrapped my arms around his waist, keeping him there, and kissed his forehead. He was incredibly heavy, of course, but I liked being squashed with him still half inside me. I loved the connection, the intimacy of it.
I kissed his forehead again. My voice came out huskier, lower, than I intended. “Mwen renmen’w, ma moitié.”
He made a boneless, nearly soundless rumble of pure happiness. “I love you too.”
We held each other for a long time, not wanting to move, not needing to. When the universe gave me a little time with my man, you better bet I took it. Nothing was more important than this precious man in my arms.
And frankly? I couldn’t wait to be married to him.
18
After our first day at the theater, day two was an outright battle.
The ghosts on the main floor were well aware of what had happened to the ghosts in the basement, and the second we breached the doors, it was a pitched battle. Just getting salt circles down to step into was hell. Remembering the day was like poking at a sore tooth. I’d had to half carry Mack back to the ranch afterward, as he was wiped, and despite us keeping Gwyn outside half the time, she was also exhausted.
The only upside? We got all the combative ghosts on the main level cleared on day two, leaving only the friendlies, which made going into day three less nerve-racking. Certainly less taxing. Although, god, would we ever get done with this building? Did I need to offer my firstborn as a sacrifice or something? We still hadn’t laid hands on Joey. I wasn’t even convinced he was in the building at this point. If he had any intelligence, he’d probably already escaped. I really wished we could knock him out of the running. Joey was a dark cloud hanging over our heads, adding pressure on top of an already crazy case, and I would love to get it over with.
