“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?”
I nod around him, moaning as he keeps sliding in and out.
“Fuck, Xanthe,” he grits out, increasing his pace.When he’s about to come, he pulls out of me and flips me over onto my stomach with my ass in the air, and my thighs spread.My cheeks heat when I realize he has a close-up view of my ass too.
“Fuck, I’m never going to forget this sight,” he rumbles, kneeling on the floor and gripping my thighs.
And then he starts to kiss up my inner thighs, taking his time before eating my pussy from behind.It’s so fucking dirty, and I love it.
And when his tongue trails upward, I don’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer.
When I wake up the next morning, Ghost isn’t in bed, but I can hear him talking to Opie in my kitchen.When I roll over to his side, his phone starts vibrating.Picking it up to see who is calling, I freeze when the nameDaisypops up.I don’t even have to open it to read the beginning of it.
Daisy:Why did you call me?Want to finish what we started?
Why the hell would Ghost be calling Daisy?
Was she right about everything all along?
He walks back into the room with a tray full of food and sees my expression with a furrowed brow.“What’s wrong?”
I have two options here.
I can pretend I didn’t see anything and silently seethe.
Or I can confront him and see what he has to say.
I go with the latter.No one likes a miscommunication trope.
“Your phone went off, and I saw a message from Daisy.Did you call her?”I ask, waiting with bated breath for his answer.
His eyes shutter.“Yeah, I did call her.”
“Why?”
He puts the food down on my bedside table, his jaw tensing.“It’s club business, Xanthe.But?—”
But?
There is nobut.
He keeps talking, but I’ve already checked out.
Another non-answer from Ghost.
Another bullshit speech on trust.
He called Daisy.
I’m fucking done.
Time to be sad listening to the latest Noah Kahan album.
GHOST
“What’s wrong with you?”War asks.
I’m sitting at the bar, staring at my phone, watching Xanthe stare at hers.She’s ignored all my calls and messages, and when I came to her front door, she didn’t answer.
