“Holy shit,” I said, wiping my mouth. “Did you see—”
“I felt it,” Kris said, his voice clear for the first time. Young and eager with that California vocal fry. “I felt everything. It was like... like coming without touching myself.”
He was fading again, fighting to maintain form.
“That was just the appetizer,” I said with a grin, stroking my aching cock through my jeans. “We've got forty minutes until midnight. Let's see how solid we can get you before then.”
Chapter 3
Hunter
My brain was trying to process everything at once. Three years of a ghost secretly in love with me, watching me jerk off, cockblocking dates out of jealousy. And now that ghost was semi-solid, gorgeous despite the dated hairstyle, and desperately wanted to be part of a supernatural threesome.
“You take care of me,” I said to the shimmering form of Kris. “All those times I felt lucky… that was you?”
The laptop screen flickered:
WANTED TO HELP WATCHED YOU STRUGGLE WANTED TO MAKE THINGS EASIER
“But the dating part...”
SORRY SO SORRY JUST COULDNT WATCH YOU WITH THEM NEEDED YOU FOR MYSELF
Eli laughed, palming his own cock through his jeans. I could see the thick outline straining against the denim. Definitely bigger than mine, long enough that I wondered how it would feel stretching me open. “Possessive ghost discovers jealousy.”
“Were you really jealous?” I asked. “Or were they actually wrong for me?”
BOTH JEALOUS AS FUCK BUT ALSO THEY WERE TERRIBLE MANNY WAS SEXTING THREE OTHER GUYS
“You stalked my dates?”
PROTECTIVE RECONNAISSANCE
“Okay,” Eli said, shifting to his professional voice that made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest. “Let's work on your manifestation. Hunter needs to see and feel you properly if this is going to work.”
The shimmer condensed, becoming more human-shaped. I could see him more clearly; lean muscle, smooth chest, cock hard and leaking despite being dead. Smaller than Eli's thickness, closer to my size, pretty and flushed even in translucent form.
“Focus on what you want,” Eli told him. “Not on being solid. On touching Hunter.”
Kris's fingers materialized first, reaching for me with visible desperation. When they touched my cheek, they felt cool but real.
“Better,” I breathed. “So much better.”
His face was becoming clearer, with sharp cheekbones, full lips, eyes that would have been blue in life but now held silver light. Beautiful in that delicate way that probably got him bullied in 2001.
“Hi,” I said, feeling ridiculous and fond and aroused all at once.
His mouth moved but only static came out.
“Save your energy for touch,” Eli advised, already pulling his own shirt off, revealing a lean torso with a trail of dark hair I wanted to follow with my tongue. When he shoved his jeans down, his cock sprang free, long, thick, slightly curved, the head already glistening. Definitely bigger than mine.
My hole clenched just looking at it.
Kris nodded, his hands exploring my face like I was something precious. The wonder in his eyes made my chest tight.
BEAUTIFUL appeared on the laptop screen. CANT BELIEVE YOURE REAL
“You're not bad yourself,” I managed. “Even with the boy band hair.”
