I put my hand in the ghost’s hand.
To my surprise, it feels as solid as Finley’s hand, but much, much cooler and the icy touch has me pulling back before fully grasping his hand. The chills come back and wrap around me. My nipples pebble, and judging by the looks on the ghosts’ faces, they can tell I’m… aroused. My cheeks go ablaze with a blush as I glance at Finley. He has nothing but approval and desire written in his expression.
I reach out once again, the ghost ever patient, and take his hand. The ghost doesn’t give me an icy shock. It’s more like stepping into an unheated pool. A stronger shiver goes through me, but I could get used to it.
The ghost is even hotter now that we’re only a few inches away. Despite the chill of his hand, I’m heating up, too. I press my thighs together just for the sensation. “Finley,” I practically moan and then watch him grip his cock from outside of his pants. “Fucking hell, Hazel,” he groans under his breath. “I don’t want to share you but for tonight I’ll make an exception.”
My bottom lip drops as I stare back at Finley.
“They can hear your thoughts, and I can hear what they’re thinking,” he says as a way of an explanation. “Don’t be embarrassed. If this is what you want, I’m willing to give it to you tonight,” Finley says and with wide eyes I stare back at him.
Thump, thump, thump, my heart races.
Finley chuckles deep and low at my hesitation before kissing me once on the lips. It’s short and sweet and everything I’ve ever wanted. “Do what you want. Tonight is a gift for you.”
I give in to that feeling and close my eyes before looking back at the ghosts.
“I want—” I start, my mouth dry.
The ghost kisses me. Getting closer.
He puts one hand on my waist and the other in my hair, tugs me to his body, and kisses me.
The dark-haired ghost is a confident kisser, and even while I’m kind of freaking out—because a ghost is kissing me, and he’s good at it, and this has to be a dream—I’m also falling into it. Falling into this moment that can’t be real.
That’s the thought I hold onto. That and the offer from Finley. It’s not real and I can do what I want. I reach for Finley as the ghost kisses me deeper, exploring me with his tongue. Even in my dreams, I crave him. I need him with me. I need to know he’s alright with this. I lean my head back to break the kiss and peek at Finley to find him in awe, his eyes dark with lust. The ghost’s lips drop to my neck and as a moan slips between my lips, Finley kisses me.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans against my lips and his warmth at odds with the chill the ghost left behind is electrifying. I’ve never been so horny in my life.
Finley leaves my side and I’m barely able to watch him grab a lighter to light another candle and catch sight of the other two ghosts enjoying the show before the ghost is on me again. Kissing me.
It’s the same cool feeling as his hands, and it only makes me more aware of how warm I am, and how much I’ve been craving being kissed like this, and touched…
And more.
As if he can hear my thoughts—because he can according to Finley—the dark-haired ghost lowers us down to the blanket. His grip is strong yet gentle, and as he lays above me, it’s far more obvious how much taller he is. I grip his arm and feel nothing but hard muscle. In a blink his shirt is gone, nothing but the carving of muscle beneath my fingertips.
My God, he is gorgeous. As if I’ve imagined him myself.
The other two ghosts come with us. Finley steps in and nudges the dark-haired ghost out of his way, and then it’s his hands in my hair and his mouth on mine. Possessively. And I fucking love it. The way he commands my body. His tongue massages mine and he steals my breath with his demanding kiss.
I let out a moan at the heat of him. He tastes a little like the chocolate he fed me and lets out a harsh breath when I arch up into him.
“Did you want me still?” I whisper, a hint of doubt creeping in although I tell myself again, it is only a dream.
“More than ever,” he whispers back, and then both of us are stripping each other’s clothes off as fast as we can. His hands are on my body and all the while, the ghosts watch.
The ghosts surround us, cool hands reaching past Finley to touch me. One grips my breast and then toys with my nipple. Another runs his fingers through my hair and the last kisses on the nape of my neck. The sensations are all-consuming. So much at once and yet far too little.
I need more. As Finley leans me back to kiss me, the two ghosts that haven’t kissed me play with my nipples. Their groans of want fill my senses.
“Oh my god,” I say into Finley’s mouth. “Oh my god.”
“You like that?” he asks. “You want more of that?”
“Yes,” I manage to say in a single breath. “Please,” I plea on the verge of coming already. “I’ve never—” I start to say and Finley tells me, “I haven’t either.”
Finley groans, pushing his hips into mine, then shifts himself off me so he’s lying at my side. He slides his large, warm hand over one of my breasts and toys with my nipple, then lets the ghost have a turn.
