Her hands went limp off his back just as he dropped atop her. His body had never felt this good, this spent before. Rolling to his back, taking her with him, took more strength than he thought he had, but he smiled when she settled over him, his cock still buried inside of her.
They lay there for several minutes. He felt his ribs pull a few times when she moved, but he didn’t say anything. It was special having her with him, and he was going to do everything in his power to keep her there. When she lifted her head and looked down at him, he could see the worry there.
“You believe in ghosts.” He nodded, not sure where she was going with this. “I’m seeing them too. I know that the doctor said that I didn’t die that day, so why am I seeing them now?”
“We just made love, pretty fantastically I might add, and you’re questioning your ability to see ghosts?” He was kidding, but he could see that she was scared about it. “I don’t know, love. It might be because you were meant to, or maybe you have been able to all along and it’s just now coming out because we’re so open with it.”
“What if…what if Joel comes here and I don’t know it? What if I can only see the ones that live here?” He didn’t know what she meant by that and asked her. “I won’t let him hurt any of you. I know that he has…had this thing about marrying me, but I never loved him. I didn’t even like him.”
“Why did you run? Why not just tell him you didn’t want to marry him?” She moved off him, and he turned to his side. It was really painful, and his breath caught. When she rolled him back to his back and put her hands over him, he looked at her. “I think I might have broken a few ribs. I’m okay. I just took a hard tumble when she was pissed.”
“What happened?” He tried to shy away from her question, but she asked him again and again. Nick knew that she was still nervous about what he did, and he didn’t want to add to it. And he was sure that when he told her, it would.
“There was a haunting. We don’t normally go to these, but we were helping out with something next door when this man comes over and asks to speak to me and Steele. Steele is in charge, you see, and somehow this guy knew it. Anyway, we go to his house and there is so much anger in the house that we can feel it. The man explained to us that his wife of ten years had passed away about four years ago and he’d gotten remarried last week. He told us that was when it started.” Addie asked him what. “She wasn’t happy that he replaced her. And when she was angry, she could…some dead can move things. Others can speak to the living. Not like you and I are talking, but a whisper in their ear. Maybe a small nudge in another direction. Most of the time it’s harmless. Other times, like with this woman, it was violent. Hurtful to the new couple.”
“She made them do things that they wouldn’t normally do?” He nodded and tried to think how to tell her. “You can’t just leave it at that. What sort of things? Bad? Illegal?”
“No. She wanted the new wife to hurt her son. She’d been widowed before as well, and she had a little boy. Peggy, the ghost, was trying to get the mother to harm…kill the boy.” She asked him how that had gotten him hurt. “She entered me when I told her she was being a bad person and that she should be ashamed of herself.”
“Entered you how?” He stared at her, just waiting for her to get it. “You mean that her ghostly body entered yours and she took you over?”
“Yes. But it really doesn’t take me over. I can feel the temper, if there is one. The person’s words will come from them, but I speak them. I usually have complete control should I need it, but it wasn’t like that with this one. Angry ghosts are stronger than ones that simply walk around.” When she got up off the bed, he had a second to marvel at her luscious body. Then she pulled his shirt over her head, and he liked that as well. Taking the sheet and covering his own body, he stayed on the bed when she went to the window seat and looked at him. “Tell me what you’re thinking. I mean, whatever it is, it’s not as bad as you think it might be.”
“Can she…can any of them do this without your permission?” He shook his head, then nodded. “Well, that was very unhelpful. And the reason I ask is, in our shared dreams, I think that’s what your father is doing.”
“Stepfather…and how do you know?” She started to pace the room, and he had to put his hand over his cock. Christ, she was sexy like this. “Can you please sit down before you hurt me?”