Page 25 of My Inherited House Might be Haunted

Another tap.

“Yes.”

Rhett seemed to feel better about that, too. “So you guys don’t mind me living here?”

“They don’t,” I said when I got a firm tap of the left hand.

Rhett’s brilliant smile flashed. “That’s great. I don’t mind sharing the space with you guys, either. Just, uh, can we set some boundaries? Don’t follow me into my bedroom or bathroom. Rest of the house is yours to roam about in.”

There was a pause, and I could tell they were discussing this amongst themselves as the shapes of people flitted about. Then several ghosts tapped my right hand.

“They’re good with that,” I relayed.

“Awesomesauce. It’s all I need. That and don’t sneak up on me. My heart can’t take it. Um, is there anything you guys need?”

Several taps against my right hand. “Yes to that. Okay, at this point we need a medium to talk properly. My mother is one. Can you wait until I can bring her here?”

Again several yeses.

“Good. Then I’ll invite her over here soon. For now, just give us some space. I have a man to sex up.”

Don’t quote me, but I think they laughed at that, and then they all dissipated. Likely going to different parts of the house.

Rhett closed in behind me for a back hug, nose scraping the side of my neck before he whispered against my ear, “My bedroom is upstairs.”

Oh hell yeah. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

I swear to god, if even a single ghost tried to take a peek at us, I would sage the whole house with prejudice.

Twelve

Rhett

I paused the sexing up for the five minutes it took to let Myst out to go potty and lock up the house. I led the way upstairs, and Calix behaved like a perfect gentleman right up until we were in my bedroom with the door closed. Then it was like a switch was flipped. He backed me into the wall, the hunger in his eyes so stark and naked I felt a nervous thrill go up my spine. I had never in my life had a man look at me that way, and my god, could he stare at me a little longer? Please and thank you.

I had to put hands on him. I reached for him even as he closed in, sliding both hands around his neck and drawing him in for a kiss. The rough texture of his hair tickled my fingers, and I found myself gripping some of the locks even as his mouth found mine.

The first touch of his lips sent a thrill right through me. I kissed him back earnestly, and while I was happy with the kiss, I still craved more. I needed all of him.

My hands abandoned his hair so I could get the vest and shirt off him. He’d looked handsome in them, but right now, I needed skin.

I could taste his smile in his kiss. He liked my eagerness. Calix’s hands joined mine as he shrugged off the opened clothing, then attacked my shirt. It was a relief to let clothes hit the floor and feel his warm skin pressed to mine.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, and I welcomed it eagerly, tangling with it, swallowing his moans of enjoyment. Damn, he gave amazing kisses, and I could kiss him all day. Then his hand covered my dick through my jeans, bold and hot, and it was my turn to moan.

Jeans. Jeans had to go. Jeans had to gonow.

I yanked them open, then Calix’s, because the restriction of pants right now was downright criminal. Calix immediately capitalized on it and got his hand directly on my dick, pulling it free and stroking it, and oh my god, he was a witch all right because the way he handled me was downright magical.

Part of me really wanted to drag him to the bed so he could fuck me senseless, but I wasn’t sure if I could let go of him long enough to manage it. The idea of pulling free of him for even a second made me want to whimper in protest.

Calix broke the kiss to whisper against my mouth. “Hand jobs? Then we can find the patience to make it to the bed.”

I nodded fervently. “Yes.”

With his pants pushed down to his thighs, I could finally return the favor. Calix had an absolutely beautiful dick—so long and with such a nice girth to him. I wrapped my hand around him, and damn, he was hot to the touch. His mouth found mine again, dominating the kiss as we found a rhythm, stroking each other.

Calix’s free hand wrapped around my waist, holding me close, and I loved it. I loved how he wanted me as close as he could get me. I snuck a hand back into his hair again, needing to hold on to something as this man sent my body ever higher with pleasure.

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