A Ghostly Menage snippet
Quicker than she could follow, Derrick grabbed her. He pressed her against his hard length, his rigid cock pressing against her tummy. His evident arousal and flashing eyes halted her breath.
“This is not a joke, Jenna. We’ve been trying to get your attention since you moved in.”
“By haunting me?”
His lips curled, a teasing grin that tugged at her. “What else did you expect us to do? We’re ghosts.”
“So I wasn’t imagining things? You’ve been watching me.” It would explain a lot.
“Watching, listening, touching …”
And that explained even more. She leaned back as far as his embrace would allow and wagged a finger at Derrick. “You mean to say you’ve been groping me. That’s perverted. I don’t even know you.”
“You might not know us, but we’ve gotten to know you,” said Mark, coming to Derrick’s defense.
“It’s still creepy.”
“Says the woman who’s been walking around aroused and aching.”
Was she that obvious? She pursed her lips. “For a guy who claims to want my help, you’re doing a fine job of irritating me into leaving you here instead.”
Mark cuffed Derrick. “Would you shut up!”
“Hey. I’m your alpha. You don’t get to hit me.”
“I do when you’re acting like a dumbass and pissing off our only hope. I apologize for his crass words and behavior. I promise, we’re really nice guys in the real world.”
Ah yes, for a moment there, she’d almost forgotten the men she conversed with weren’t real but figments of her imagination. Figments with throbbing cocks, one of which still pulsed against her lower belly. Didn’t it figure she’d have a dream about two sexy hunks, and despite being naked, they wanted to talk instead of doing more pleasurable things with their mouths?
New Look. New Price. More Story.
Forget ghosts who rattle chains, try living with ones that like to grope.
