Ghost popped the candy that Scotty called a ‘chocolate volcano’ into his mouth and hummed. “The ol’ ladies have been asking when I’m going to settle down and get married. If your mom keeps this up, I might propose this weekend.”
Rather than eating his chocolate, Ranger chucked it at Ghost’s head. Ghost easily caught it, smiling as he opened the foil wrapping on that one too.
“Behave,” he warned in a tone he’d heard the others use on their kids, “or I’ll ground you.”
“You stay away from my mother,” Ranger snipped, climbing into the other bed. Like Ghost, he’d stripped down to his underwear.
Ghost settled down onto the mattress, feeling oddly mellow. “Your mom’s a beautiful woman, son. Who knows, I play my cards right this weekend and you could be calling me ‘Daddy’ soon.”
Ranger reached over and flicked off the lamp on the nightstand between the beds. The room fell into darkness except for the small glow the moon lent them.
It didn’t take long for Ghost to start dozing off. Lucky had been on his ass the past couple of days as Ghost tried tocheck certain things off his to-do list before he left for the long weekend. His stubbornness aside, he knew he needed to start delegating better. They weren’t wrong about that, but he took his responsibilities seriously. The club had placed their faith in him, and he didn’t want to risk letting them down.
“You know I used to masturbate in that bed, right?” Ranger’s voice didn’t snap Ghost awake, but his words certainly did. “Like a lot. Even got my first erection in that bed.”
Ghost stiffened, no longer on the verge of slumber. He debated ignoring his best friend’s crude words, but it didn’t take longer than a few seconds to realize he wasnotgoing to be able to get to sleep in this bed if he kept picturing a teenage Ranger jerking off under the covers.
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” Ghost growled. Throwing off the comforter, he grabbed the pillow and what looked to be a homemade quilt off the bottom of the bed. Storming out of the room, he just barely remembered not to slam the door closed.
After making his way down the stairs, Ghost settled himself onto the couch. He was just starting to relax into the soft cushion when his phone vibrated. Cracking an eye open, he read the message.
Ranger: Lost my virginity on that couch.
Motherfucker! Ghost groaned, and rolled onto the floor. Apparently the guy took joking about becoming his stepfather very seriously.
Duly noted.
It wasn’t until the next morning that Ghost remembered that Ranger had told him he’d lost his virginity in the janitor’s closet of his high school.
“Think he’s dead?”
Ghost shifted at the question, the hard, unforgiving ground below him rudely reminding him that he wasn’t nineteen anymore.
“Oh, he moved! He’s alive!”
Ghost frowned. In the haze of slumber, that second voice sounded extremely familiar to him. Like the first voice, it was young and feminine, but there was a low huskiness to it that had his morning wood twitching.
“Well,hello…” The first voice said in a sultry tone. “Yup, definitely alive.”
Ghost cracked an eye open. He was pretty sure he was awake, and this wasn’t about to become a porno-esque dream. Standing over him were two women, maybe in their mid to late twenties. One was heavier, curvy, with brunette hair and eyes nearly as green as his. Her skin was tanned, though it looked too natural to be from a bottle. She stood down by his feet while the other woman was kneeling on the couch, bent over him. She was leaner, and more muscled. She looked like she was a runner with how toned her thighs were. Her thick, light blonde waves were up in a messy bun on top of her head, and based on her hair, Ghost concluded that this was Becks, Ranger’s sister.
Both women were wearing pajamas, making it very obvious that neither one was wearing a bra.
“Good morning,” the brunette said, smiling down at him. It was her voice that he had recognized. Even now, those simple two words seemed so familiar to him. “You must be Ghost.”
Ghost blinked. Holy fuck! The second she said his name, he recalled where he knew her voice from. She was Rebel, fromTheCat Livespodcast. The one he masturbated to on many,manyoccasions. One time when she’d been debating the best Patrick Swayze movies, she’d said the word ‘ghost’ fifty-seven times in twenty minutes. He came twice.
There was absolutely no controlling his erection now. His groin tightened, and he had to hold himself physically still so he didn’t pounce on her. She was incredible, short and stalky with a wicked gleam in her green eyes. And holy fuck, those pink pajama shorts and tank top hid absolutelynothing. Ghost would never understand women’s obsession with being skinny. He understood the desire to be healthy, but he certainly did not want to fuck a skeleton. He’d much rather a woman with some meat on her bones.
His pre-coffee brain was still trying to figure out why tackling her was a bad idea.
“Liam said you were hot,” the blonde said, looking him up and down. “But damn. Just look at all that muscle, and tattoos.”
Rebel, the brunette, smacked her friend’s arm. “Oh my God! Really? Must you?” She turned her attention back down to Ghost, who was still lying flat on his back on the carpet with a raging erection. “I am so sorry about her. She’s not quite right in the head. I’m?—”
“Girls, what are you doing in the living room?” came a new voice. Another one that he recognized. Only this time it was Loretta, Ranger’s mother.
As she turned at Loretta’s voice, Rebel slipped on the end of the quilt Ghost had brought with him from Ranger’s bedroom. Like a cartoon character, she flailed her arms around for a moment as she fought for balance. Ghost bolted upright, with the intent to catch her, but got his legs caught in the blanket too. At some point in the night, he must have kicked the blanket down his legs.
