To be honest, I completely forgot she was there. I only saw him and me in this battle.
Withdrawing my fingers, I raise the wet middle one at him, and it glistens in the lamplight. The last thing I gift him is a fuck-you smile before spinning on my heels. I know without a doubt in my mind he’s going to be pissed beyond what I thought possible.
I don’t care, nor do I spare him a second glance.
I crawl into bed naked, waiting for the guilt to eat me alive. But it doesn’t. I’m soaking in it right now, and it feels fantastic.
There’s so much tension stirring and pulling at my body right now that I need to find another way to release it.
I need to go on a run tomorrow morning.
NINETEEN | COLTEN
It’s only eight-thirty, and two hours of sweat cling to my neck. The sun pelts my back with its weak morning rays, tensing my body more than it has been as I walk up the yard leading from my cabin to the back door of the main house.
There’s dirt lodged into the cracks of my hands, the smell of burnt wood gripping my clothes. I got up earlier than usual, deciding to take out my frustration on the piles of dead branches I’ve stacked up in the various plots of apple trees over the last few weeks.
Glancing up at Taryn’s window towering above me, the blue sky dotted with clouds reflects off the glass.
My fists clench at my sides. Last night was…I don’t even know what words to use.
I’m fucking pissed at her.
Fucking hot for her.
And completely and utterly fucked because I can’t touch her. And if I do, once won’t be enough.
I left the curtains in my office open on purpose last night, knowing my little ghost would be watching me as she has every night from the moment she arrived.
She’s so curious, and she hates herself for it. I knew Taryn was watching me, though I initially didn’t acknowledge her. Her gaze dragged across my skin like her eyes were the flame to a match, burning me alive and turning me animalistic.
Britt faded away, and the only thing consuming my thoughts was Taryn in her room—her body needy and pussy dripping from me taunting her.
I expected her to be a good little ghost and observe as I claimed Britt’s throat. But then I smashed Britt against the window, and my resolve faltered. There Taryn was, standing in the window, exactly like I knew she would be. We stared at each other for a few minutes while she stood in nothing but that damn towel. Of course, the moment I closed my eyes for a second, I opened them to see her standing completely naked.
It caught me off guard, but she was playing me just like I was playing her. Her hands floated over her perky breasts, and when she held her middle and ring fingers up to her mouth, I knew what was about to happen.
Her mischievous smile and disobedience were bringing me closer and closer to coming, my thrusting into Britt quickening.
When I shook my head to tell her no, to not touch herself, I expected she’d push back.
A part of me wanted her to.
What I didn’t anticipate happening was to come the exact second she inserted her fingers into her cunt.
That has never happened before. I take my time with sex—drag it out and edge them on until they are begging me to let them come. But Taryn was so distracting and making me fucking savage. And that moan that escaped Taryn’s lips when her jaw dropped, and she thrust her fingers inside her—
Goddamn.
I couldn’t hear the noise, but I felt it as if the current transferred through the bones of the house, across the yard, and through the floor straight to my throbbing cock.
Britt thought it was her doing—that I couldn’t hold myself back.
It wasn’t her. It was the ghost in the attic taunting me, her little parting gift, her glistening middle finger.
I’m losing control around her, so I tried overworking myself first thing this morning. But every time she crossed my mind, the hurricane in my chest raged, and my dick hardened when her naked body crossed my vision.
I open the back door, welcomed by a blast of cool air against my burning skin. Walking through the hallway to the foyer, I listen for voices, but it’s quiet.
