Page 18 of Ghost
“I suppose technically she did, but I didn’t finish.And I didn’t touch her.”
Technically?
I’m going totechnicallykill him.
He lifts me and sits me on his lap.“Tell me what happened, Ghost.Because I know you’re hiding something, and we’re not going to get over this until it’s all out in the open.”
He buries his face in my neck, sending a needy pang right to my core.My body wants him so badly and is sick of being neglected.
So he needs to open up to me.
Andnow.
GHOST
There are so many things I don’t want to tell her.I don’t want to tell her that Daisy touched herself in front of me, that I told her to, and I sure as fuck don’t want to explain how I cut her or about the knife play at all.
I’m not going to tell her about that.
And yeah, she put her mouth on me, but only because I had to give her something not to be suspicious about what was going on.
I wish Xanthe would trust me and take my word that she has nothing to worry about.And I wish like hell I wasn’t worried that the more shit she finds out about me, the more she’s going to want to run.
“There’s no one else for me, Xanthe.When are you going to give me that sunshine back?I’ve missed you,” I say, cutting off her reply with a kiss.She freezes for a moment, but then melts into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and deepening the kiss.I just told her something not even my club brothers know.I never speak about Charlotte.They know about my father, and that he’s in prison for drugs, but that’s about it.
She moans against my mouth and gently grinds down on top of my hard cock, and fuck, I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.There’s a sick part of me that enjoys the fact I can rewatch this, us, later on my phone and can relive this moment.
The thought makes me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible.
“Ghost, touch me, please,” she begs, and right now there’s nothing I wouldn’t give her.
“Undress for me,” I demand in a low tone.
She quickly stands, removing her blouse and pants, leaving her in a black bra and panties.
“All of it.”
Her bra comes off first, and my mouth waters at the sight of her perky tits and brown nipples.When she lowers her panties, showing off her perfectly trimmed pussy, I know I’m a goner.
“You are fucking beautiful,” I say reverently, trying to get myself under control.
But fuck, I’m just a man, and she’s everything I never even considered letting myself want.
“Come here,” I rasp, and she straddles me once more.“Fuck, little one.Look at you.Every man’s dream.”
My hands grip onto her hips, and just touching her like this makes me feel like I’m dirtying her somehow.
I kiss her mouth and neck, then trail down until I latch onto her nipples, paying each one equal attention while she whimpers.“Has anyone sucked on these before?”I ask against her soft skin.
She shakes her head, and a possessive growl escapes my lips.
Mine.
All fuckingmine.
“Not going to fuck you now, but I’m going to make you come with my fingers, and then my mouth,” I tell her.“You want that?Because I want nothing more than to taste that sweet pussy.”
“Yes, I need that,” she pants.
