Page 88 of Ghostly Touches

I suppose our transportation situation could be worse. At least here we can lie down if we want. I didn’t think there were any other benefits, but I’m beginning to imagine Willow lying beneath me in very provocative positions. I’ve been fighting back a raging boner since we left the stables. Apparently, funds are runningdangerouslylow. I can’t wait until I can get another shower.

“Can’t stand some quiet time with your thoughts?” Willow asks, turning her head towards me. With her back pressed against the other window and face turned to watch the world pass us by, it’s clear she’s been lost in her own thoughts.

I sigh. “I have had forty-seven years with my own thoughts. I’d rather hear yours, or theirs at this point.”

“What do you think ghosts think about?” Willow muses with a thoughtful frown. “How to rattle chains loud enough for us to hear them?”

My body shakes with laughter as I realize she’s comparing these Ghosts to the spirits she works with.

“Maybe they ponder what’s a scary stance so when they run into a person, they strike the correct and most fearsome pose?” I offer. This time it’s Willow who laughs.

“Do you think they dread the day when they run into another ghost that has a louder ‘boo’ than theirs?” she asks.

“Heaven forbid, one’s wails is louder than another’s.” I roll my eyes.

Together we fall into a fit of laughter. Willow sits up and scoots closer to me. Her dark, wild curls fall over one shoulder. Her green eyes twinkle. I don’t think I’ve encountered a lovelier woman. As she scoots closer, her amused smile shifts. A cunning glint flashes in her eyes as her face draws nearer to mine.

Her lips skim across my ear as she whispers, “I bet I can make you wail.”

My smile falls from my face immediately. The boner I’ve been trying to fight springs to life so quickly I’m afraid that its eagerness may throw Willow completely off my lap. Her lips caress the shell of my ear as she softly giggles. She tilts her head and brings it closer to my mouth. When I turn mine, our lips meet. It’s a brief but demanding kiss that starts a fire in my veins I have no intention of ignoring.

As Willow’s lips pull away from mine, her hand falls to the bulge in my pants.

“I think the idea intrigues you.” Her words are so soft that for a moment I think I’ve misheard her. Until her hand goes to my waistband. The hand that was resting on her thigh comes to drape around her shoulders.

I lean forward and whisper, “Do you really think you can get me to wail? Because, darling, I bet I can keep as silent as the lack of thoughts in Viktor’s head.”

Willow laughs outright.

When she settles down, she pulls my erection free and fists it. She uses the lube that leaks from the bumps near the head of my dick to coat the rest of my strange appendage. Her soft hand, with fingers unable to wrap completely around me, slides down my shaft. Her grip is firm, and as her hand comes back up, our eyes meet. Her thumb plays with the cum beading at the tip. She lets go of me to bring her thumb up to her mouth. Our eyes meet as she sucks the cum off it.

“You taste like…” She tilts her head to the side. “A good time.”

Her grin sucks the air from my lungs. Willow pulls her legs off my lap. She looks over her shoulder, first at Kwil, who I’m sure is fast asleep given how silent he’s been, and then at the other two sitting up front. When she turns around, she bites her bottom lip and lowers her head.

When her tongue teases the tip of my cock, my hips jerk upwards of their own accord. I choke on a hiss. Willow chuckles as she drags her tongue down my shaft. The warm, wet trail she leaves behind cools swiftly and causes me to shiver. When she makes her way back up along the underside, I breathe heavily. Willow stops playing with me. The next time she slides down my shaft, she takes me into her mouth completely. As promised, she drags a strangled sound from my throat, not unlike the forlorn wails of a lost spirit.

I try to be quiet. The others aren’t privy to what wonderful sounds Willow can pull out of a man. I watch in awe how she takes the thick girth of my dick between those pretty, full lips, and tries to take me into the back of her throat. When she swallows the head, squeezing it so tight she gags, my hand flies to my mouth and I bite down on a knuckle to keep from crying out. Her saliva drips down my shaft as she bobs her head up and down. Her tongue applies more pressure to the already tight space.

Biting down on my knuckle harder, my other hand sinks to her hair where my fingers gather and fist the abundance of curls. Willow’s head moves faster. My breathing becomes uneven. Suddenly the van jerks, throwing us all to the side. Willow’s head pops up as she gasps.

“We’re getting gas and some food,” Theo announces as he pulls up to a pump. Before anyone can say anything, he cuts the car off and hops out. Viktor joins him. Both slam the door shut.

I grin. “Think they know what we’re doing?”

Willow returns my grin with one of her own. “Definitely.”

“Good.”

Willow’s gaze flickers towards the seat where Kwil still sleeps, unbothered by the sudden stop. My arm wraps around her waist as an idea begins to form.

“Well, we don’t have long,butwe do have a few minutes where we’re almost alone. Why don’t we take advantage of it?”

Willow’s pupils narrow. “If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, I don’t know why the hell we’re still talking. Or even thinking for that matter.”

God, I love this woman.

“Then let’s stop wasting time.” I shift in my seat as she shimmies off her pants. Then, I whisper, “Hands on the window.”

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