“The goddess,” he said.
“What?”
His gaze slid to the side as he mumbled, “The goddess blessed me.”
I threw my head back and laughed, then gripped his big, beautiful cock in my hand. “Yes, she did.” Stroking my hand up and down, I spread my fingers, drinking in the sight of the thick vein and purple head. The large balls beneath were swollen and screaming for my tongue.
“I…I don’t really know what to do,” King admitted bashfully.
Why was that the most erotic thing I’d ever heard? Why did that turn me on even more? I could admit that I was a bit of a bossy bottom, but I generally went for domineering men. Ones who would toss me around and dick me down good. King had the strength for that but lacked experience and confidence, and it was like an aphrodisiac. My dick grew impossibly harder.
“Don’t worry, baby. I got you,” I promised. Adjusting on top of him, I lined us up and wrapped as much of my small hand as I could around our cocks and began to stroke.
King’s hips lifted reflexively as he grunted, and I preened inside. I was doing this. Getting the gentle giant to lose himself to passion and fall apart. My eyes popped open as I felt fingers on my nipples.
“Is this okay?” His gaze went to the side again, self-consciousness in his tone. “You seemed to like it when you touched them before.”
“I love it,” I promised huskily. “You can do it harder.”
And he did. As I pumped us up and down, King twisted my nipples, harder as he grew more confident, and I threw my head back…
The soundsof nature greeted me as my senses came back online. Fuck. My dick throbbed between my legs, ready for release. I pummeled my mattress with my balled fists. Why did I have to wake up now? I’d been so close to getting dream King off, to seeing him spill that luscious cream.
Resigned to the fact that the real world had pulled me back from sexy times, I reached down and gripped my cock tightly, moaning. Damn, I ached, needing to come, wanting King’s touch, wanting his attention. It took an embarrassingly short time before I came like a geyser and lay panting with cum pooling on my belly. I should probably feel guilty for taking the big man in my sleep, but I couldn’t.
A bird call outside pulled me back to reality. I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I’d ever been able to hear birds chirping over the hustle and bustle of traffic or people. A year ago, I’d been in the city, sure that I was living my best life. I had my dream job as an interior designer, my best friend, Chance, was also my roommate, and there were men to meet and fall in love with. Okay, I generally only fell into bed with them, but still, there was a plethora to choose from.
When Chance decided to chuck it all in, left his prestigious job, finally got away from his douche canoe of a boyfriend,moved to the beach town of Willowhope, and opened up a B&B, I’d been devastated. But it was only a few hours away, and we were closer than brothers, so I knew I’d drive down all the time to see him.
Who in the world would’ve ever believed that his decision would flip everything I ever thought I knew upside down and lead me to follow him here? Here, to a place that had ley lines that I couldn’t see, but I sure as hell had witnessed the effects. A place that actually had twice the population labeled on the sign entering town if you counted all the undead. Yep, I’d purposefully moved to a town of friendly ghosts, specters, and malicious spirits, where I also found out that mediums and mystics existed.
How did I know? Because I’d now seen all of them at Chance’s B&B, Willowhope Manor. And my best friend wasn’t really just a control freak, uptight businessman, but a genius with plants who just so happened to speak to spirits and had miraculously found Jetty, the man of his dreams and the love of his life, the day he moved in. He also had Mr. Harry and Buck, ghost butlers who were in love.
And then there was Kingston. Jetty’s best friend, who’d turned my head so hard that I hadn’t touched another man—or let one touch me—since the day I met him. He was so tall and strong, but so awkwardly shy and uncomfortable around me. I’d never forget when we first met, and he’d held me and let me cower in his arms with all the spookiness that happened at Willowhope Manor. It had been terrifying but…gah! His perfect arms. Now that I lived here, I was determined to worm my way into his heart.
How was this my life?
Jumping up, I stretched and bent down to touch my toes, then slid my glasses on. On a normal day, I’d be headed into town to this quirky little yoga shop that Elyse, Chance’s mom,and I had found. Since the tourist season was close at hand, the owners were taking a two-week vacation. Soon enough, they’d be open six days a week, offering sunshine yoga on the beach at the crack of dawn.
Elyse and her Mr. had decided to have their own little staycation last week.They were totally couple goals.But now that it was over, we were meeting at the B&B for yoga and meditation.
If I got lucky, Kingston would be there, too. It was the weekend, and it wasn’t unusual to find him hanging out at the pond at the back of the property, conversing with the spirits who lived there or who were waiting for Chance to come out and help them cross to the other side. With that thought in mind, a smile on my face, and some pep in my step, I headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth, go through my skincare routine, put in my contacts, and throw some makeup over the pesky freckles that made me look like a ten-year-old boy instead of a grown ass man. I was on a mission.
“Who you lookin’at?” Buck asked directly behind my ear, making me jump sky high.
Clutching my hands over my chest, I glared at him. “Good grief, Buck. Give a guy some warning.”
The happy-go-lucky ghost shrugged with a big toothy grin. “How am I supposed to do that when I just pop in?”
Okay, that was fair, I guess. He tended to materialize in a poof. It would be so much easier if he was accompanied by a puff of smoke or something, too. Chance had all the luck. Unless a ghost was specifically hiding from him, as a medium, he saw ghosts everywhere he went. They were still only visible to thoseof us close to him here on the Willowhope property where the ley lines were located, if theychoseto let us see them. Hence, it was easy for them to scare the hell out of me.
“I don’t know. Maybe clear your throat so I know you’re here.”
“I can do that.” He sat down next to me on the bench and leaned his forearms on his knees. “You watchin’ Kingston again?”
I jerked my gaze from the man in question and gaped at Buck. “What? No? That would be creepy.”
“So I guess you just like this spot in the garden, huh?” He snickered. Of course he did. He knew my big secret. Everyone did—except maybe Kingston. Could he seriously not realize how badly I wanted him?
