Page 14 of Haunted Desires
This is a glow like I’ve never seen before, and it’s coming from three ghostly spirits. Apparitions that form right before our eyes. “Finley,” I whisper to him as he pulls me in close.
“It’s alright, my little witch,” he whispers in such a way that it soothes any terror that joined the shock.
I did not think of ghosts like this. I thought of figures under sheets at Halloween or old people walking the same hall night after night.
I did not think of… hot men. Their abs etched. Their shoulders are broad and their eyes… beautiful. Their eyes are the most detailed and striking. Almost ethereal.
I swallow thickly, wondering if I’m having visions.
“You see them?” Finley asks.
“Yes,” I can only answer in a single word. My breath seems to fail me.
Their clothes don’t make sense. One minute, they look like they’re in uniform. The next, trousers and shirts. Either the ghosts can’t decide how they want to dress from moment to moment or that’s my own mind trying to make them into a form I can understand.
One of the ghosts has short, light hair. The middle ghost has longer dark hair pulled back from his face. The third has hair that might have been red falling into his eyes.
They’re all looking at me.
“Hello,” I say, because nobody’s said anything and it seems like the right thing to do. “Who are you?”
The sound of the voices comes back. But they aren’t clear enough.
“I’m sorry, I—I couldn’t hear.”
The middle one—with the longer dark hair—tips his head back and laughs. It’s a rich, deep sound, and sexy. My God, his tone and the smirk he wears. I hold Finley closer, wondering what he makes of all this. Is this what he intended?
Then the ghost gestures at the other two on either side of him, and they come closer. Close enough that I press against Finley, unsure and he soothes me. Petting my hair and telling me it’s alright before kissing my temple.
The oddest thing is that I believe him. Truly and deeply.
The redheaded ghost’s foot brushes against the container of chocolate, and it rocks on the mug warmer.
Finley leaves my side only to grab the stack of books in one arm and the candle, which has somehow lit once again, in his other hand, then reaches to put them out of the way and off the blanket. He leans back in for the mug warmer and the remains of the picnic. One of the ghosts glances down at him, then closes his eyes.
The tables and book stands slide back from the blanket, leaving enough room for all of us. There’s no noise as they move, apart from the creaking of the old desk. Chills flow down my spine and then lower. Somehow the fear of the ghost’s power is directly linked to my clit. Perhaps it’s the shock. Or the way Finley seems to greet the ghosts like old friends.
Finley gets to his feet at the same moment the dark-haired ghosts offers me his hand.
“You’re a ghost,” I tell him and feel foolish.
He simply smiles at me, leaning his head to the side as if to mock me. My stomach swoops. I believe in ghosts. I believe in energy and power and intention. If he wants to be able to help me up, he’ll be able to do it, right?
And if I want him to be able to help me up…
I put my hand in the ghost’s hand.
To my surprise, it feels as solid as Finley’s hand, but much, much cooler and the icey touch has me pulling back before fully grasping his hand. The chills come back and wrap around me. My nipples pebble and judging by the looks on the ghosts’ faces, they can tell I’m… aroused. My cheeks go ablaze with a blush as I glance at Finley. He has nothing but approval and desire written in his expression.
I reach out once again, the ghost ever patient, and take his hand. The ghost doesn’t give me an icy shock. It’s more like stepping into an unheated pool. A stronger shiver goes through me, but I could get used to it.
The ghost is even hotter now that we’re only a few inches away. Despite the chill of his hand, I’m heating up, too. I press my thighs together just for the sensation. “Finley,” I practically moan and then watch him grip his cock from outside of his pants. “Fucking hell Hazel,” he groans under his breath. “I don’t want to share you but for tonight I’ll make an exception.”
My bottom lip drops as I stare back at Finley.
“They can hear your thoughts and I can hear what they’re thinking,” he says as a way of an explanation. “Don’t be embarrassed, if this is what you want, I’m willing to give it to you tonight,” Finley says and with wide eyes I stare back at him.
Thump, thump, thump, my heart races.
