Page 26 of Chasing Ghosts
Cori might think this is because of our shared experiences on the island or that I find her intriguing or even that we both have a mutual want for one another, but for me…I’m not letting Cori go. Ever.
When we leave this island, she’s coming with me. Back to my apartment, on to the next investigation, wherever I go, I want her next to me. For now, I just want to give her a reason to share my bed and let me keep touching her.
I eventually spread her open and run my fingers through the unexplored valley that is dripping wet just for me. She purrs out my name as I find the one spot I know she needs to be touched on and start working her little body, so she won’t hurt anymore.She whispers my name as her back arches into my touch and her body fractures for me.
It’s not enough for me to see her come apart for me once. I need more. I need to make her cum one more time. I need to feel her little body and tight pussy pulse just for me. I need to send her flying one more time as I watch her beautiful caramel eyes widen and go blank.
I think I might have just become addicted to making Cori cum!
Chapter Nineteen
Cori
My eyes open slowly as the sun pours through the window and things from last night come pouring back into my mind. Dear God! Did I really let him do all those things to me in the dark of the night?
My hand reaches out only to find the space beside me cold. He’s not here and hasn’t been for a long time. Doubts and fears flood my mind as I worry about…well, tons of shit really. Is it going to be weird between me and him? Will he not want to talk about it or acknowledge the fact that it even happened? What do I do now that I understand what it’s like to orgasm in someone’s arms? Will I ever be normal again after Mac? What the hell am I going to do about that? It’s not like I’m ever going to find that again. Not with anyone else. Ever.
I knew that last night when he sent me into my second release. I’ll never find someone I feel this way with again. Just him. He’s ruined me. And I’m pretty sure it’s not the same way for him. I’m pretty sure it is just…I'm not sure what it is for him. A passing moment? Some kind of experiment? Just a late-night thing that could have happened with anyone he shared a bed with? Or the worst one, was it the island exerting influence over him?
Before my mind goes tripping over every awful scenario, the bathroom door pops open. I sit up, startled, before I realize I’m still naked. We slept naked together last night! Holy shit! I yank the covers up and wait for him to say something. The smile on his face says he’s not mad about the fact I’m still naked in his bed this morning either.
“Good morning, baby. You sleep alright?”
Instead of trying to breathe out a reply for him, I just nod. He comes over, placing his knee on the bed and leaning over to take my mouth with his in a breath-stealing kiss that has me forgetting what the hell I was thinking about before him. When he pulls away, I finally realize he’s wearing the shirt I was sleeping in last night.
“Why don’t you get ready, baby, and I’ll wait out here so we can go down together?”
“O...okay.”
It’s all I can think to say, all I can articulate when he’s just kissed me silly. I don’t waste time in the shower and try to hurry through everything. When I straighten up from brushing my teeth, my reflection isn’t the one I see in the mirror. It’s…the girl from before. This time she doesn’t look…wet, just sad.
“You have to get out! It’s the only way!”
“How? The boat…it won’t come while it’s still storming.”
“Are you talking to someone, Cori?” Shit! Mac heard me.
When I look back at the mirror, the only face looking back is my own. I open the door to find Mac right outside.
“The girl…she was in the mirror.”
He takes me in his arms to offer comfort, but this time the visitation wasn’t scary. Just…cautionary or something.
“She said we needed to leave. That it was the only way. Whatever that means?”
“I was thinking about that, actually. Last night.”
“Leaving?” Is that a good thing, or did I inspire the feeling in him?
“Yeah, it was something you said yesterday about the weather. About how it was on purpose? I think we need to look at the journal and find out what the last entry date was.”
Goosebumps chase each other up and down my arms and back as his meaning hits me.
“You think…it’s an…anniversary thing. Like maybe it’s the date he…?”
He gives me a small head tilt, “You got that journal?”
I shake my head. “It’s downstairs. Hidden. I didn’t want it…around me while I slept.”
