Cecily's body spasms, her mouth in a silento, eyes locked on mine. There's nothing more beautiful than watching my wife get pleasure from me. The look and sound and feel of her fracturing prompts my own, and I shut my eyes tight and do everything I can not to make noise. Cecily makes me want to become unhinged, roaring my release like I'm on a fucking savanna. I've never been so undone, just like she said. It's her. Only for her.
I fall down on the bed beside her, and she lays her head on my chest. "It was hard to be quiet, and this place is old. I'm sure the walls are paper thin."
I chuckle, running my fingers down her spine. "I'm sure whoever was in the room below us knows precisely what we were up to. The bed was moving."
There's a smile in her voice when she asks, "What if it's Duke or Kerrigan?"
"We're newlyweds. Aren't we supposed to be insatiable?"
"Perfect word. I like the leg over the shoulder move." She props her chin on my chest so she can look at me. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair a mess. My wife, freshly fucked.
"I'm not sure how I feel about the choking," I admit.
Her eyebrows cinch together, perplexed. "What choking?"
We walk into the cocktail bar at the Hotel Monte Vista on time.We're Going To Have Fun, DAMMITinformed us we'd be pre-gaming here before catching a party bike.
What I would like to know is if I can ride that party bike straight out of Flagstaff. I didn't need a dead prostitute's hands around my neck to make me believe in ghosts. An apparition sitting in that rocking chair would've sufficed.
Kerrigan catches sight of us first. She waves us over to the large high-top where she sits with Ophelia and Rainbow.
"I need a drink," I murmur to Cecily.
"Same," she says, in that breathless voice she's been using since ardently promising me she did not touch my neck even once during sex. At first I thought she was pulling a prank, but the more I considered it, the more I saw how impossible it would be for her to touch me like that from that angle. It would've been her thumbs at the front of my throat, and her fingers around the back of my neck. What I felt was the opposite.
We claim the two seats across from Ophelia and Kerrigan, and there must be some kind of look on our faces because Kerrigan immediately says, "What is wrong with you two?" She stirs the red cocktail straw in her drink, peering at us. "Another sexual mishap?" Kerrigan looks at me. "Did you come in her eye?"
"That is unbelievably disturbing," I say, at the same time Cecily mutters, "Seek help."
Kerrigan winks. "Call it what you want, but it distracted you from whatever is bothering you."
Cecily peeks at me, biting her lower lip. "We might have had an encounter of the paranormal kind."
Kerrigan sucks in a sharp breath. "I cannot stay here tonight."
There's no way we can reveal even a fraction of what happened in room 306. The Hampton family will end up pretzeled in the RV all night.
"You can, and you will," Ophelia says sternly.
"What happened?" Kerrigan demands.
Details of a sexual nature are not something I share, especially with my wife's family, so I say, "I thought I felt something touch me while I was changing."
Under the table, Cecily taps my thigh.
Kerrigan scrutinizes my clothes, giving me acome onlook. "You're wearing the same clothes you've been wearing all day."
"I was creeped out. I put my clothes back on without getting new ones."
Her eyebrows raise as she sniffs out bullshit. "You felt something touch you? Where?"
"My backside."
"You're telling me the dead prostitute copped a feel?"
"Maybe she was trying to make him into a paying customer." Grandma sips her martini. "The first one is free, but the next one will cost you."
Kerrigan grins, cavalier because she believes we're bullshitting. If she knew the truth, she'd probably sleep in the shower of the RV. "In what currency do ghostly women of the night accept payment?"
