Page 61 of The Ghost of Rage's War

Carmelle had taken an intense disliking to Drake because of how he still hadn’t contacted her. Meanwhile, her bond with Chance was strengthening by the day. It amused Ghost how Chance was totally ignoring the impact of his relationship with Carmelle on Drake. Chance had made it very clear he wasn’t taking sides and nor should he!

Carmelle - June 2021

I watched as Ghost rowed us out on the lake. Despite my no-sex rule, I was ready to tear Ghost’s clothes off and lick him from head to toe.

Ghost grinned as I looked at every flex of his biceps and licked my lips.

“Hate you,” I muttered.

“No, you don’t. Come here,” Ghost demanded.

“The girls…”

“Are too busy beating the shit out of Chance and Bear. Get the fuck here, Carmelle,” Ghost ordered.

My panties grew wet immediately at that tone. Wow! Ghost’s eyes hooded, and I wet my lips. Damn, Ghost was freaking sexy.

“Carmelle, come here,” Ghost ordered.

Carefully, I moved across the boat until I was opposite him. Ghost leaned forward and hauled me into his lap. I relaxed back against his chest as Ghost pushed my hair away from my neck and trailed his lips down my throat.

My skin tingled under his ministrations, and a soft gasp left my mouth as he sucked lightly on my skin.

“Ghost,” I whispered.

“Tell me no whenever, Carmelle. If you need me to stop, say so,” Ghost murmured as his hands come up to cup my breasts. Ghost handled them carefully, and I guessed he was remembering what Fury had done.

I reached up, covered his hands with mine, and squeezed harder.

Ghost pushed against my hands, and I pressed against him. Ghost moved around to my nipples and lightly tugged them. Damn, that felt good. The friction of the lace of my bra with the pinch of Ghost’s fingers aroused me like no other. I leaned my head against his muscled chest as Ghost keptlavishing attention on the delicate skin of my throat.

His cock pressed hard between my ass cheeks and added to the wetness between my thighs. It had been three years since I last had sex, and I rubbed my legs together with urgency.

Ghost pulled my top off and slowly spun me around.

“Never done it on a boat,” I murmured, and Ghost grinned.

“Neither have I,” Ghost replied as he took his cut off carefully and pulled his tee over his head. My hands instantly touched his warm skin. His chest was lightly haired but not thick, and I was grateful for that. I hated hairy men; it was such a turnoff. I ran my fingers down Ghost’s chest as I traced his muscles.

Ghost’s nipples were tight little buds like mine, and I leant forward and took one in my mouth. Ghost groaned as I dragged my teeth over it before biting lightly. His hands kept caressing my breasts, but I was more interested in the work of art in front of me. I touched where he’d taken four bullets before we met and kissed each scar.

His tattoos mesmerised me as I traced each one, first with fingers and then with my tongue. Ghost held still as I explored the sharp planes of his body, and as I grew bolder, he undid my bra. I leant backwards on my hands, thrusting my breasts upwards, and Ghost pounced.

I was knocked onto my back as he levered himself between my legs, his hard cock against my screaming pussy, and I rubbed against him.

Ghost claimed my mouth in a searing kiss that left me dazzled.

I grabbed his ass as my hips moved, and I rubbed myself against his hard cock. As Ghost kept kissing me, one hand dipped lower and unsnapped my shorts. A complaint left my lips as Ghost sat up and removed his jeans and boxers and then ripped my shorts and panties away.

Before I could voice my displeasure, Ghost dropped between my legs and assaulted the inside of my thighs with kisses.

“Shit! Ghost!” I cried.

Knowing what I needed, Ghost trailed kisses up to my pussy before running his tongue through my lips. I came off the bottom of the boat, and Ghost chuckled. He slipped a finger between them and pushed inside as he adjusted his weight and took a nipple in his mouth. His cock was rock hard against my leg as I gave over to the sensations he was creating. Ghost was in complete control of my pleasure as his mouth moved downward before sucking on my tight nub.

A scream left me as he sucked, and I came on his finger. Ghost grinned and licked my juices as he removed his hand and positioned himself over me.

“Tell me yes, baby,” Ghost rumbled. I surged upwards and fed him into me.

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