“Thanks, Roddick. Yes, I’d like to go see my grandmother tomorrow. I’ll give you the address in the morning. Right now, I think I just want to crash.”
“Okay, I’ll be right out here in the porch.”
I smiled at him and went back inside. It was weird being alone in Ghost’s house, surrounded by his things.
I switched on the floor lamps in there just like he had the last time. Our dishes were draining dry in the sink. I poured myself a glass of water and sipped it in silence in the kitchen area.
This was Ghost’s life. All his things. All his possessions. He barely knew me, and yet he’d given me full access to it. If I rooted around in his rooms right now, what would I find?
A deep dark secret? A bad habit? Evidence of all the girls he’d already banged?
As much as I would have loved to deny it, the truth was I couldn’t help but be curious about his life. Maybe even a bit jealous of the other girls he had in his bed.
That kiss in the corridor, just before he left—was like a taste of what was to come the next time we were going to be alone together.
And I couldn’t wait to be alone with him again.
* * *
I lay back in Ghost’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. I had an open bottle of beer in one hand, the one he’d been drinking before he pushed me into the couch and started taking over my body.
I held the bottle up to my lips and licked the rim slowly, trying desperately to taste him. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine him right here. Tried to breathe in his scent. What would I do if he were here? I wouldn’t waste another minute of having him.
Why had I pushed him away the first time? I should have let him take me by the creek. I moaned and groaned, rolled around in the bed, sipping the beer lightly from the bottle at the same time.
Within twenty-four hours, my whole life had changed so damn dramatically, and yet the only thing I could think about was Ghost and his muscular body. I wished I’d stripped him down. I remembered what his cock felt like. Thick and big. Throbbing and growing even bigger. I’d stroked him. I’d held him in my hand. I should have done more. I should have pushed him to the floor and pulled down his pants and ridden him like a cowgirl.
I rolled over on the bed, lifting myself up on my knees, thrusting my butt up in the air while I tried to picture him lying underneath me. I pushed my hand in under me and pressed it between my legs.
These jeans of his were not exactly sexy. They were thick and in the way. So I pushed my hand into my jeans till I could feel the slick soft flesh of my pussy. I was wet already just thinking about him.
I bit down on my lip, imagining Ghost’s hand there instead of mine. My fingers slipped in within my pussy lips, so soft and pillowy. I moaned, imagining his cock there, his tongue. I wanted to stroke myself against his muscular torso, feel every inch of his naked body against mine.
My clit was so swollen; I was thirsty for him. With my eyes closed, I pictured him thrusting his cock into me. Deep into me. Bang, bang, bang.
In the absence of his cock, my fingers did all the thrusting. I had my face pressed down in the pillow to muffle my moans. I knew I was going to come any moment now. My fingers were in control, stroking my clit, sliding in and out of my pussy. I shuddered with delicious fantasy while I pictured Ghost groaning, his very last thrust and then we were both coming. He erupted inside me and my toes curled. I moaned aloud, rolling over this time with my legs wide open as the orgasm took over every cell of my being.
I could feel the juices trickling down my pussy, wetting the sheets.
It was glorious. This was the most delicious orgasm I had ever had by myself, and it was all thanks to Ghost.
* * *
At some point after I came, I must have drifted off to sleep. I didn’t remember actually falling asleep, but I woke up with a start when I heard two loud bangs outside.
I sat up in bed, my heart was beating fast. The first thought to enter my mind was that maybe Ghost had returned. Maybe he was early and he was really here!
I waited in silence in bed, hoping to hear some more sounds but there was nothing. The stillness of the woods outside was really eerie.
If it was Ghost returning to the cabin, he should have come in by now.
Slowly, I slipped out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.
“Ghost?” I called for him. “Roddick?”
There were no sounds outside, only my footsteps in here. I cursed myself for having switched off all the lights in the cabin before I went to bed. Now I couldn’t see anything. I banged my knee on the coffee table and stubbed my toes on the side of the couch, yet to become acquainted with the layout of Ghost’s cabin.
Grumbling under my breath, I made my way to the window that overlooked the porch. I hoped to see Roddick out there, hopefully just distracted by his phone or something.
I moved the curtain and looked out.
It was dark outside and my eyes searched frantically, needing some time to adjust to the dark. I could barely see anything, but Roddick was definitely not out there on the porch.
I felt angry and a little frightened even. He had seemed like such a reliable guy. Why would Ghost have picked him to watch me if he wasn’t?
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