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“Thanks, Gabe. You’re not bad. I’m glad I told my sister to bone you.”

I laugh as I head down the hall, to my home. Brenna.

“Bren!” I yell as soon as I walk through the door. “I want you naked, on your hands and knees by the time I get to the bedroom!”

I slam and lock the door behind me, slipping my leather jacket down my arms and hanging it on a hook shaped like a cat. I slip my shirt over my head tossing it behind me somewhere, unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans and shove them down my legs, kicking them off along with my boots.

“Bren! Baby, I’m coming, if you’re not in the position I’ll redden that delicious ass of yours!” I pump my cock, spreading precum over the tip as I step into the bedroom and freeze. I may even yelp as I cover my junk with my hands.

“Well, hey there, neighbor.” Frank grins through a huge fucking hole in the bedroom wall, my woman standing on the bed with a big fuck off flashlight in her hand.

“Ah, Bren?”

“We’re making a door,” my woman answers, looking pleased with herself.

“That’s not how you make a door.”

“What are you? A door man?” Frank sasses and then grins when I growl at her. “Relax big guy, you won't even know I’m here.”

I stare at her. Through the big fucking hole in the wall. Then at my naked, shrivelling dick. “I already know you’re fucking here.”

Then I hear it. The wheeze. The little snort. Then the even bigger snort before Brenna erupts into giggles, her legs weak with laughter as she slides down the wall, collapsing on the bed in a fit of giggles and red curls. And just like that, I may be naked and horny, but I’m not mad anymore. How could I be? My life went from death and souls and being haunted and then Brenna happened. She brought love and light and a home and a sister who I get to see through a big fucking hole in the wall and more life than I ever dreamed of.

Brenna catches me staring and grins wide. “What?”

I shake my head, “Nothing babe.” I grab a towel, wrapping it around my hips to hide my dick from her sister who is right there.

I climb on the bed beside her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“OK, that's my cue to leave,” Frank mutters and Brenna snorts again.

She cups my face with one hand, staring up at me. “Now that she’s gone, tell me what you’re grinning like a loon at.”

“You were right.”

Her brows furrow. “I was?”

“Yeah. You said you’d be the life of me, and you are.”