Page 65 of The Curse of Redwood
Taylor’s eyes widened, and I laughed.
“Redwood Manor is haunted,” Taylor said, once we were back on the first floor. “Carter and I saw a ghost there.”
“I’m sure there are many more than just one,” Ben said, pouring each of us a glass of wine. “Redwood has a dark past. I believe that’s what causes some people to stay behind after death. Some have unfinished business… and others are consumed by their tragic ends.”
As I returned home that night, I replayed Ben’s words in my head.
Did Zeke have unfinished business? I didn’t know the details surrounding his death. Had it been gruesome? Had he been betrayed? Or had he taken his own life, as he’d somewhat hinted to before?
I hoped he would trust me enough to tell me one day.
My thoughts then shifted to Callum Gray. Specifically, the fear in his eyes when he’d touched me. Something had been set into motion that day. Callum and I would meet again. I felt it in my gut.
***
Rain tapped against the glass of the sunroom as Zeke made love to me on the couch. I clawed his back and groaned as he hit my sweet spot. I’d lost count of the amount of times we’d had sex. However, each time felt different… more meaningful.
Because it wasn’t just sex like it had been in the beginning. Emotions had come into play, at least on my part.
I was falling in love with him.
Thunder rolled in the distance, and the patter of the rain grew heavier, hitting the windows harder. Faster. Yet, even as everything around us changed, we stayed constant. Like we were trapped in the best dream, only it wasn’t a dream. Centuries might’ve separated us, but we had found our way together.
Zeke threaded his fingers through mine and placed my arm above my head as he continued thrusting in and out. His hair fell like a silky curtain down his back and chest, and I pressed my face into it, inhaling his scent of roses and spice.
It was my favorite smell in the entire world.
Even more so than pizza, which was saying a lot.
“I hear your stomach grumbling,” Zeke said, before nipping at my jaw and pushing into me again.
“Forgot to eat lunch before I came over.”
“You silly human.”
“It’s okay.” I grazed my fingers down his smooth side. His skin was cool, a sensation I had grown accustomed to. “Right now, I have a hunger only you can satiate. So give me a good dicking. Don’t hold back.”
A surprised laugh erupted from him, but he was encouraged by my words. He gripped the back of the couch and thrust deeper into me, nice and slow. Our lips met softly, then again but heavier. His tempo increased when my breaths quickened. Tingles moved over my skin as pressure built inside me.
“Make me yours, Ezekiel,” I murmured, right as my orgasm hit.
Zeke faltered in his rhythm, but not from the passion of our lovemaking. He looked shocked… and maybe even a little scared.
“What’s wrong?” I panted, before breaking off into a small moan as my cock sputtered and shot my load between our bodies.
Zeke grabbed my face and peered into my eyes. I started to worry when ten seconds had passed without him saying a word.
“Okay, you’re freaking me out, Z.”
“Why did you say that?” he finally asked. His voice didn’t sound normal. It sounded… well, not human. Which was dumb considering he was a damn ghost.
“Say what?”
“For me to make you mine.”
“I-I don’t know,” I said, trying to gather myself after coming down from my high. My brain was still in a post-orgasm haze. “It just felt right to say in the moment. Why are you staring at me like that?”
Zeke pulled out of me and stood from the couch. I watched in confusion as he grabbed his pants from the floor and began to dress.
