The Blessed Undead (Return to Sleepy Hollow Book 2)

by Candace Wondrak

  Although, once we found my dad’s journal, I would have to do a spell, maybe my last one. I would do the opposite of what Katrina wanted to do; I’d close off the veil for good. No more spirits, no more possessions, no more random break-ins no one could explain. Under our watch, Sleepy Hollow would become a town just like any other.

  Bones was at work, while Crane was at the house. I’d given him all of my dad’s research, so he had a lot to go through. He’d seen it all before since they worked together, but deciphering my dad’s scribbly handwriting took time. Wash was in the back room of the shop, having helped me get inside without anyone noticing.

  The flowers inside the shop were wilting from a lack of water and sunlight, and soon they’d be dead. The air smelt of pollen and fragrance, and it made me sad to look upon the room full of colors and smells while knowing everything would just grow duller before perishing.

  I meandered to the back room, finding Wash staring at the large, tube TV in the corner. It was covered in dust, obviously unused for a long, long while, and yet he couldn’t stop staring. So much for his help.

  “It’s a TV,” I said, causing him to jerk at my sudden presence. I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of a six-foot-five man jerking as if I scared him. “Like the one in Crane’s house, just older.”

  His dark brows creased as if he didn’t understand.

  “As technology got better, things got thinner. Phones are the same way,” I told him, glancing all around. Phones and technology were some things Crane was working with him on. Bones had sports to teach him, and me? I was the one teaching him how to be human. How to laugh and smile and make jokes. It was slow going, but we were getting there.

  The back room was full of files and papers I really didn’t want to have to go through. I decided to go to the desk and started shuffling around everything on top.

  Wash was by my side, staring at me expectantly. “When,” his rough, deep voice still sent a shiver down my spine, even after all this time, “will I get a phone?” So worried about getting his own phone, he sounded like a kid begging for their first one.

  “When Crane thinks you’re ready,” I told him, aware that Crane had told him the same thing. “Patience, Wash. Some things are still new to you.” Case in point: when Crane quizzed him about when to click on links, Wash failed every single time. If a number he didn’t know texted him a link that said he could get five hundred dollars just by clicking on the link below, he didn’t hesitate.

  Really, Wash was almost as bad as an eighty-year-old when it came to technology, oblivious to the world around him and the fact that the internet was full of nasty people who would say and do mean things just because they could hide behind their anonymity. He was a loveable fool, but a fool nonetheless.

  At least with sports, he was doing a little better. The rules were more straightforward. Plus, Bones was planning a trip to go see the local NBA team play once the games started. I couldn’t be less interested, but still, it made me happy to see them trying so hard with Wash. Drowning him with stupid human things. I think it made Wash happy too, deep down. He still hardly smiled, but sometimes he’d crack.

  And every time he did, I caught it. I caught his smiles and tucked them away in my mind, because they were so rare. I didn’t think it was possible, but a smiling Wash was even sexier than a grim Wash. He was literally the picture-perfect image of a man, even if he wasn’t much of a man to begin with.

  Nothing on top of the desk besides overdue bills for the florist’s rent and utilities. I then started searching the drawers, not really expecting to find anything as I went deeper. The longer you look for something, the more you’re disappointed, and the less likely you are to believe you’ll ever find what you’re looking for.

  But, alas, I found it.

  I found it in the bottom drawer, right on top.

  A leather-bound journal.

  I picked it up, immediately flipping to the first page, recognizing the handwriting instantly. My dad’s writing was more like chicken scratch; half of the words weren’t legible to me, but Crane would make do.

  “I found it,” I said, glancing to Wash, who still stared at the old TV like it was some kind of alien creature. Actually, I didn’t think he’d stare at an alien creature half as hard, even if it had two heads and twenty tentacles. Wash was definitely a unique one, but he was one I wouldn’t trade for the world.

  I held out my hand to him, and the moment he took it, we were transported to the otherworld. Still in Bernice’s shop, but everything was covered in a milky haze, the colors a bit too saturated. We left the shop and headed for Crane’s house. The spirits in the otherworld knew now to steer clear from me, especially when Wash was at my side. After dealing with Katrina, I was sure a ripple traveled across the spirit world.

  Things weren’t going to be the same around here.

  We were about to re-materialize just outside of Crane’s front door, but Wash must’ve had other ideas. He tugged me to him, and our fronts slammed together. It was such a sudden, unexpected movement I nearly dropped the journal. I tilted my head up at him, giving him a wry smile.

  “And what,” I spoke slowly, “do you think you’re doing?” Each time I breathed, I could feel the hardness of his body against mine. Wash had grown more outgoing lately, more dominant. I didn’t mind. I found it all hot. He was hot, no matter what he was doing, even if it was staring cluelessly at an old TV. He put hot in everything he did.

  His answer was a simple one, a single word that sent a shiver—this shiver a good one—down my spine. “You.” The timbre of his voice was still something that made me swoon, and I didn’t fight him as he lifted me up into his arms and carried me into the house. Up the grand staircase, into the room that was his.

  Wash tore the journal from my hands, setting it on his nightstand, crawling on top of me with a smug assurance. The bastard knew I wasn’t going to fight him. Why the hell would I? I had eyes, plus I knew what he was packing.

  Although, doing it in the otherworld was new, but I wasn’t going to complain. We might not ever get to come back here once I closed off the otherworld. Of course, once I did that, there were still the spirits who had already crossed over to deal with, but one problem at a time.

  Wash’s lips came down on mine, voracious and hungry, and I let him devour me. His hands roamed my body, stopping in places he dared not touch before. Oh, yes, Wash had certainly come out of his shell lately. I sure as shit wasn’t going to complain. His hands felt amazing on my skin, as rough as they were.

  I tugged on his black hair a bit, arching my back. He let out a moan as I trailed my lips along his jaw and throat, licking and nipping. His wide body shuddered, his hips pressing down on me harder. An erection had formed between his legs, and it was all I could think about as he began to show the same affection to my neck.

  A yearning gathered in my body, and I practically mewled like a cat in heat as I ran my hands up his shirt. Wash got the hint; he tore off his shirt in one fluid motion. His pants were next. He helped me out of my clothes after, and I wasted no time. I bit my lower lip, moving a hand between his legs and gripping the base of his cock.

  Wash’s chest let out a rumble, and it was music to my ears. I grinned as I said, “This time, I want to be on top.” It was something we hadn’t done yet, and I could tell just by the way he looked at me that he was curious. Wash liked being in control, but I think he would like laying back and letting me take the wheel, too.

  In a moment, Wash had flipped us, and I straddled him, my chest heaving in anticipation. My nipples were two hardened pebbles on my chest, and Wash could not take his eyes off me. His stare ate me up like he was an inmate and I was his last meal, his wide, strong hands on my thighs.

  I lifted myself up a bit, positioning his hard cock at my entrance. When I locked eyes with him, I slowly sunk down, my core taking him in inch by thick inch. A gasp came from me, and I threw my head back as I moaned once I was fully sunken on him. Wash’s cock filled me up to
the brim, to the point where I could hardly think when he was inside of me.

  Wash took on a half-lidded look, his lips parted slightly. They were a bit red from kissing me so much. It was a sexy look on him, sex-crazed, I had to admit. I probably looked the same.

  I rocked my hips, feeling his thick member slide out of me before rocking back and taking him in again. Wash watched all the while, and I put on the best show I could. My hair a mess, my body doing all the work. I was like a slave to his cock, urgently needing to please him right this very moment. And myself, too. Let’s not forget my own pleasure here.

  Wash’s hips began moving under me, and I tried to stick with my own rhythm, but it was so very hard when I could feel him trying to thrust under me, like watching me do the work was too difficult for him. His body wanted to take control, or, hell, maybe Wash couldn’t stop his hips from moving. Maybe me on top, rocking my slick sex along him, was just too much to bear.

  The pressure started to build inside of me, and I didn’t try to fight it. It was inevitable; every time Wash was inside of me, I came. His cock must’ve been just the right size, or so wide in girth it touched every part of me inside that needed touching.

  When the orgasm took hold of me, I let out a cry, not bothering to try and stifle it. My hands clenched and my rocking hips paused. I could feel my inner walls constricting around his length, heat pouring into me in the best way possible.

  Watching me come, feeling me clench around his cock, must’ve been all Wash needed to push himself over the edge. His wide, muscular body shuddered beneath me, a deep moan escaping his throat. His hands on my thighs tightened, almost hard enough to hurt, but I didn’t care.

  As he came, he must’ve brought us into the real world, for I lost my sight for a few moments. I was getting better at it—my temporary blindness grew shorter and shorter with each time, and the bloody tears were nonexistent now. Or maybe that was because of what happened with Katrina. Maybe I got some of her power. Who knew? All I knew was that I didn’t have to wear that hideous pendant anymore. No more charms, no more wards—well, except the one on Crane’s house.

  With Wash still inside me, I managed to smile, glad to see the real sunlight streaming through the windows. I looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes. “Well, looks like somebody loses control when he comes,” I murmured, feeling the urge to keep fucking him. For some reason, I found it adorable that he accidentally brought us into the real world during his orgasm.

  Wash opened his mouth to say something, but the bedroom door opened right at that moment, revealing a concerned Crane. He wore his usual: pressed dressy pants and a clean button-down shirt. He blinked, his green eyes no longer hidden behind glasses. He’d get his glasses again, but a new pair; he couldn’t find the ones he’d lost during the scuffle with Katrina while she was in my body, so he had to order a new pair.

  “Oh,” Crane spoke, his eyes flicking between us. “I thought…well, I thought I heard noises.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “You did hear noises,” I told him, glancing at Wash, who only had eyes for me. I knew why; I still sat on top of him, his dick inside of me, my breasts bared for all to see.

  Crane, though, had a one-track mind. “Did you find it, then?”

  I pointed to the nightstand, where the journal sat.

  “Ah, wonderful,” Crane muttered, entering the bedroom to grab it. After picking it up, he stood beside the bed, flipping through it. It was almost as if I wasn’t naked a foot away from him, he was so damn focused on that thing. It was like he wasn’t aware Wash was still inside of me. “Once I go through it, I should be able to figure out how to seal off the otherworld for good—”

  “Crane,” I spoke his name, attempting not to laugh even more. “Do you really have to do this here? I mean, can’t you do it somewhere else?” I paused, nibbling my lower lip. “Unless you’re going to join in.” Never in my life did I ever think I’d suggest a threesome to anybody, let alone do it seriously, but here I was.

  My life had definitely changed after coming to Sleepy Hollow.

  “Join in?” Crane echoed, suddenly looking pale. He then turned to me, still holding onto the journal, its pages still opened before him. “What—” The thought must’ve never occurred to him, for he genuinely looked shocked.

  “What?” I cut in, running both my hands down the front of my body, finally catching Crane’s attention to my breasts as I toyed with my own nipples. Inside me, Wash was still hard, still raring to go.

  Crane coughed, quickly averting his eyes. It was ridiculous how he pretended to be a gentleman. I knew, deep down, he was just as freaky as me. “Perhaps next time” was all he said before walking out with haste.

  Well, so much for that suggestion.

  I turned my eyes back to Wash, giving him a naughty smile. “Well, I thought it was a good idea.”

  Wash leaned up, snaking an arm around my back, slamming my chest against his. Inside me, his cock twitched, as erect as a cock could be. “I don’t care,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine, “as long as I have you.”

  My eyelids fluttered shut, and Wash flipped our positions. This time, he would be the one pounding away at me. I’d be sure to be extra loud so Crane could hear me, too.

  My core was slick with wetness, and the sounds of it rose in the air as Wash began to pummel into me, grunting each time he thrust deep in me. I cried out, gripping the sheets around me. My chest heaved every time he pushed inside of me, and it didn’t take me long to come again.

  What can I say? The prospect of a threesome made me horny. Being sandwiched between two men, two men that I loved with all of my heart? Fuck yeah.

  Wash took a bit longer to come, and when he did, he practically growled. His hips jerked in an erratic movement, and I felt him filling me up even more, coating me with his hot cum and marking me, forever as his.

  He was sluggish in pulling out of me, flopping onto the side next to me. Wash breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with ragged, loud breaths.

  I didn’t wait. I leaned over him, placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, and then got up. I didn’t put on any clothes, and I sure as shit had no shame for what I was about to do. As I walked into the hall, I could feel Wash’s cum dribbling down my inner thighs. But that threesome thought had me horny. I needed someone else’s dick right now.

  God, if two months ago you would’ve asked if I’d be going from guy to guy, wanting the D, I would’ve laughed. But these guys…they were mine in every way. I needed them. I was connected to them in ways I couldn’t describe to anyone else; it was like they were a part of me. Fate wanted us together, so here we were. Together in every way. Sleepy Hollow had finally gotten its way.

  Crane sat at his desk in his office-slash-library, reclined back in the chair. My dad’s journal sat on the desk before him, opened to whatever page, but Crane wasn’t looking at it. His cheeks were flushed, and he instantly noticed my presence, getting to his feet as I entered the room.

  And when he stood, I noticed the bulge in his pants.

  “Ah, uh, I was just…” Crane trailed off, realizing it was pointless to try and save face in this situation. Seeing me and Wash together, me suggesting a threesome, had made him hard, and I was certain listening to my cries of pleasure had only amplified the ache in his balls.

  Holding my hands behind my back, I slowly crept up to him. “Listening to Wash fuck me?” I suggested, tilting my head, as if I was the most innocent woman around. “Thinking about me going down on you while Wash takes me from behind?” That, I noticed, caused his cock to twitch. “Or would you prefer to fuck me from behind while Wash takes my mouth?”

  Okay, I was really shooting for this threesome.

  Eventually, I’d get one. Might not be today, but by God, I swore to myself I would have two dicks at once. Who knew if I’d know what to do with them when the time came, but it was definitely on my bucket list now.

  Crane swallowed, still trying to act some semblance of dignified, “Kat, I do
n’t know if—” He stopped the moment I leaned into him and ran a hand down his chest. Crane was tall and thin, but underneath his lankiness, he was lean.

  I ran my hand along his bulge, feeling it harden even more underneath my touch. “Oh, come on. It’s okay to admit it. I mean, feel how hard you are.” My hand on his bulge turned into a rough grip, and he let out a pant of a breath. When he said nothing, I added, “Are you trying to say you wouldn’t be interested in it?” With one hand gripping his cock, I moved my other around his neck, pressing my naked body against his in a way I hoped was seductive. “Just think, you, me, and Wash—or would you rather it be you, me, and Bones?”

  His hips pressed harder against my hand.

  “You, me, and Bones, huh?” I murmured. “What position would you want to try first?”

  “You,” Crane whispered back, finally finding his voice, “are one beautiful temptress, aren’t you?”

  I pulled off of him, giving him my best smile. “Am I?” I moved to his desk, shoving everything aside as I lay my back down on it, opening my legs up wide for him to see. My aching core, still wet with Wash’s cum.

  I never asked what he and Katrina had done while I was out of my body. I didn’t want to. Besides, he’d thought she was me, so it wasn’t like he willfully cheated. In the end, the bitch got what she deserved.

  Crane moved to stand between my legs, running his hands along my thighs and causing me to shiver in anticipation. “Oh, you most certainly are.” He set a hand on my side and forced me to flip around so that my chest lay against the desk, my ass in the air. “Perhaps,” he muttered, his voice husky, “I would take one hole and Brom would take the other.” He ran a finger along the curve of my ass, and I found myself biting my lower lip.

  “Is that what you want?” Crane whispered, coming up behind me, pressing his midsection against me. “To be fucked by the both of us?”