Page 34 of Boo-ty Calls
Crawling along the floor, I try again and finally make it to the top, but can’t move anymore. Anger courses through me, but there isn’t anything I can do about it.
“Shut up and take this cock. Your pussy is so fucking good,” buddy’s voice booms into the hall.
Sloane moans, and he grunts as the sounds of fucking continue. I lean against the wall and wait for my timeout to be done.
She gurgles a little, and I assume he’s trying to dominate her. I struggle against the invisible restraints and move inches toward the bedroom.
As much as we love to play games, alive and apparently in the afterlife, I refuse to let someone hurt her. Sloane has had enough of that in her past.
I make it to the door, but hands I can’t see hold me against the wall, and I hang my head in defeat.
Fifteen
Sloane
Istand at the end of the bed, staring at this idiot fucking my corpse.
Choking was a nice addition, but it’s clear it was his first time trying out a new kink.
This is why I should have stuck with Mason.
My feet seem to be stuck to the floor as I watch this morbid porno in front of me. I can’t believe this motherfucker hasn’t noticed I’m unresponsive.
“Hello darling,” Archer says from behind me.
“Arch?” I glance over my shoulder to see him as he was the night of our anniversary.
Excitement bubbles through me. My person has been here the entire time.
Testing my limbs, my feet move when I try, and I run toward him. Wrapping my legs around his back, Archer holds me close.
Breathing in his scent, his strong arms grip me tightly. It feels like centuries, even though it’s only been like six months. “I love you, even though you’re an idiot.”
“Heya kettle,” he whispers in my ear. “I love you more than words can say, Goddess.”
I pull back to stare into his eyes. His face is as I remembered. Adoration fills my chest, but before I can do anything the strangled sounds of the dumb fuck I brought here breaks our moment.
“This guy, what’s wrong with him?” I gaze at Archer, but he puts me down.
“Knock over the dildo with me in it. It’ll shatter, and should spook him. If not, we can try other things,” he says.
My feet are like they’re trapped in cement blocks, but I trek over to the dresser, trying to knock everything off, but my hand disappears through everything.
Rage courses through me as this fuckwit continues to fuck me. Men are so disappointing.
Nothing works, and I can’t knock over anything. Archer comes behind me, wrapping his arm around my middle, and he clears everything off the dresser.
“What the fuck?” The guy stops and looks around before staring back at my body. “Jesus Christ, oh my god. What’ve I done? Shit, fuck, I can’t go to jail.” He scrambles away from the bed, grabbing his clothes.
He falls down the stairs with a loud boom, and within a moment the front door slams.
“Well, about fucking time. Idiot, although now my body is open for everyone to see.” I’m not ashamed, but neverthought I’d be found dead by anyone with my legs splayed open.
Archer wraps my body in the sheet and bundles it under the comforter. The-glow-in-the-dark spots show again, and I glance at him.
“I couldn’t ask for permission, could I? Didn’t mean to leave behind a ghost calling card, but apparently that’s what happens.” He tidies the room before heading back to me.
The wheels turn in my head, and I stare at him. “Were you tied here because I made you into a dildo?”
