Page 57 of Haunted Hearts
Phoebe: I’m sorry…what???
Zeke:
Phoebe: What the fuck kind of seance did you guys have?!
Benji: Go back to sleep, Pheebs.
Since leaving Lydia’s house, I’ve been driving around town trying to get my head screwed back on straight. The windows are down, and the cool night air whips through the cab of my truck as I rumble along past the harbor. I’m taking deep breaths, hoping it’ll somehow calm my nerves.
Telling Lydia straight up how I feel about her was the scariest fucking thing I think I’ve ever done. And I still have no clue howshe felt about it. But I’m trying to remind myself that that’s not the important thing right now. The important thing is that Itoldher—and that I could help reunite her with her mom, even if just for a few minutes. Getting that book into the hands of her daughter was Sophia Chandler’s unfinished business, and now that it’s done… it won’t be long before Sophia’s gone for good, floating peacefully into the Great Beyond.
But Lydia’s strong. She’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it—if she’ll let me.
My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, and I seriously doubt I’ll be getting any sleep tonight. Benji texted to say that he and Zeke were back at my place and heading to bed in the guest room, so at least there’s that. Now it’s just me alone with my thoughts and the electrifying whispers that call out to me from some parallel plane.
I’m so lost in my thoughts, with gazing out at the silhouetted trees as they fly past, that it takes me a minute before I glimpse the flash of movement in the rearview mirror. At first I think it’s headlights, like maybe someone’s come up behind me, but I haven’t seen a single other vehicle on the road since I left Lydia’s house. But then whatever it was I saw is gone. It must be the ghosts. I’m not used to seeing them anymore, having little glimpses of them flitting in and out of my vision. Still, I slow down to a crawl, my eyes flicking back to the mirror now and then to see if whatever it was comes back.
And then I see her in the side mirror. It’s Lydia, literally sprinting along behind my truck. She’s in her fucking nightgown and pumping her arms like a high school track star, hair flying out behind her. The look on her face is one of pure determination, and I honestly can’t tell if she’s on her way to kiss me silly or punch my fucking lights out.
I hit the brake and slow the truck to a stop, putting it in park. Lydia’s absolutely booking it, and it only takes her about twentyseconds to reach my truck. As she skids to a stop and flings my door open, my heart’s pounding in my chest. I still can’t read the look on her face, but if this is going to be the end of us, we may as well get it over with. No use dragging things out. No use making the pain last longer than it needs to.
My entire six and a half foot frame is a ball of nerves as Lydia climbs up onto the footrest, bringing her face in line with mine. She looks at me for a minute, all breathless and disheveled and panting. She’s got this coy little smile on as she brings her hands to either side of my face and says, “Will Holloway, you drivesofucking slow.”
And then she kisses me, and it’s deep and rich and electric. Her mouth moves against mine like there’s no way we can ever be close enough. Like she wants to crawl inside my skin and stay there. Like she’s been stranded in a desert and I’m some kind of oasis.
She’s still kissing me as she hoists herself up into the cab and swings a leg over my lap, so she’s straddling me. We’re literally parked in the middle of the road, but neither of us so much as thinks to glance around and make sure no other cars are coming. One of us, I’m not even sure who, slams the door shut. Lydia pulls back a minute, gazing down at me with puffy, parted lips. I know she can feel me getting hard beneath her ass, especially with her nightgown all hiked up around her waist and only the thin fabric of her underwear separating her from me, but I stay perfectly still. I’m hoping we can have just one more minute like this—looking at each other with nothing else existing in the world.
I clear my throat softly, breaking the silence. “Did you…?”
I want to ask about her mom, but I also don’t want to pry. My part there is done, and the rest of it is between Lydia and Sophia.
Lydia nods. “We can talk about it later. But right now…”
She trails off, and she brings her hands back to my face, stroking my jaw with the backs of her knuckles. I shiver. Her touch is absolutely delicious.
“Lydia,” I start in a low voice. I hold her gaze. “I don’t know how much longer I can sit with your ass pressed up against my cock like this and still keep my hands to myself.”
She laughs softly. “Who says you have to?”
She grabs one of my hands and slides it under the hem of her nightgown, and that’s my green light. I trail my fingers up her stomach and palm her breast, letting out a groan as my cock thickens even more in my jeans. Gently, I pull the hem of Lydia’s nightgown upwards, and she gets my signal, stripping it off and tossing it onto the passenger seat, baring her breasts to me completely. The moonlight’s streaming down onto the hood of my truck and the delicate curves of Lydia’s figure are silhouetted against it. She’s so damn beautiful.
With shaking hands, I cup one of her breasts in each hand. They’re gorgeous, all pillowy and soft, and all I want to do is bury my face in them.
“Fuck,” I rasp, tracing a rough finger around one of her nipples. “You’re already so turned on. These things are practically begging me to suck them.”
I lean forward, taking her nipple into my mouth and rolling my tongue around it. Taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I can, I suck hard and Lydia moans. My cock’s straining at my jeans, like it knows that Lydia’s pussy is right fuckingthere. There’s no way she doesn’t feel it, rock hard between her legs, because she starts grinding her hips against me. I press back, reaching around to grip her ass, and pretty soon we’re rocking rhythmically together, her tit still stuffed in my mouth.
“Will.” Lydia’s voice is breathless in my ear. “We’re in the middle of the road. Do you think any cars will come?”
I release her nipple from between my teeth and trail kisses up her chest, swipe my tongue along her collarbone. I want every single inch of this woman. Want to make every single part of her mine.
“I don’t give a fuck if they do,” I rasp into her ear. I feel her shiver below me. “In fact, that might be hot. They’ll get a little lesson, watching how hard I’m going to make you come.” Her eyes widen, and I grip her jaw in one hand, brush a kiss to her willing lips. “Because youwillcome for me, Lydia. There’s nothing between us now, and there’s no way I’m letting your pretty little pussy out of this truck until it’s spasming around my cock. Got it?”
She just nods at me, eyes wide, and I hold her gaze as my hands find my zipper.
“Besides,” I say, unzipping myself and raising my hips, Lydia still perched on my lap, to slide my jeans down.“It’s a full moon tonight. What’s a few moans and howls?”
My bare ass is on the seat of my truck, but I don’t fucking care. I’m about to bury my cock inside the gorgeous woman sitting on my lap, and the damn upholstery could not be further from my mind. I pull my fly out of the way, and my cock springs up between Lydia’s legs. Lydia groans as I swipe a finger down the thin strip of fabric that’s still covering her pussy. It’s fucking soaked.
