We kept bantering, the fear of sunrise temporarily pushed aside by the normalcy of three guys giving each other shit after sex.
It felt real. It felt right. It felt like something that could last.
“Whatever happens,” Kris said eventually, his voice getting serious again, “this was worth the wait. Twenty years of nothing, then six hours of everything.”
“Eight hours,” Hunter chuckled. “We've still got until sunrise.”
“Then we better make them count,” I said, already hardening again because apparently ghost threesomes gave me the recovery time of a teenager.
“How are you hard again?” Kris asked, staring at my cock.
“How are you solid?” I countered. “We're past questioning the physics here.”
“Fair point,” Kris said, then straddled me again. “Want to see if I can phase just my tongue while riding you?”
“You're going to kill us,” Hunter groaned, but he was already reaching for the lube.
“Can't kill me,” Kris said cheerfully. “Already dead. Formerly dead. Whatever. Point is, I'm making up for twenty years of no sex in one night.”
“RIP our dicks,” I said.
“Worth it,” Hunter and Kris said in unison.
The sun could wait. We had more important things to do. Like finding out exactly how many ways a ghost could use his phasing abilities during sex.
Turns out, the answer was a lot.
Chapter 5
Kris
I watched the sky lighten with the kind of dread I hadn't felt since waiting for my parents to find my hidden magazines in high school.
5:45 AM. Sunrise at 6:23 according to Hunter's phone.
I was still solid. Still warm. Still deliciously sore in places I'd never been sore before. Hunter's spunk was still inside me, Eli's too. I could feel it, that perfect ache of being thoroughly fucked.
“Stop thinking so loud,” Hunter mumbled against my shoulder.
“How do you know I'm thinking?”
“You're vibrating,” Eli said from my other side. “Like a tuning fork of anxiety.”
He wasn't wrong. My supernatural energy was going haywire, making the air around me hum.
“What if—”
“No,” Hunter said firmly. “No what-ifs. Whatever happens, we'll deal with it.”
“Together,” Eli added, pressing a kiss to my neck that made me shiver.
6:00 AM. The sky was pink now, gold at the edges.
“I should tell you both something,” I said. “In case I don't get another chance.”
“Kris—”
“Please. Let me say it.” I took a breath I didn't need but wanted. “Thank you. Both of you. I know this has all been crazy. I've been dead for twenty years, we've known each other for one night, but I've watched you, Hunter. Seen your kindness, your humor, how you smile at dogs on the street. And Eli, you see the unseen. You helped me when you could have banished me. You're both so—”
