by Debra Glass
No bra.
Reed’s breath caught.
Her little cotton panties with flowers made him ache to see the prize inside. Dropping to his knees, he worked his fingers under the elastic band and Cora lifted her hips as he pulled them down and off.
Her thatch had been neatly trimmed into the perfect little landing strip but her pussy lips were as smooth as her creamy thighs. Reed grabbed his own cock and worked it as he lowered his lips to one diamond-hard nipple.
Her sudden intake of breath told Reed he was doing everything right. After laving her other breast, he kissed his way down her slender torso before rocking back just far enough to soak up the sight of her hot pink clit peeping from between the plump bare folds.
He suddenly wanted to know everything about Cora, but right now his body was urging him to spread her soft thighs. The folds of her pussy parted like a piece of succulent fruit, revealing the glistening, delectable center.
Reed noticed his hand was trembling as his palm skimmed her thigh. He brushed her clit with the pad of his thumb and she jolted.
“Eat me,” she whispered, spreading her legs even wider. “Eat my pussy, Reed.”
Feeling intoxicated even though he’d only drunk a couple of beers, Reed shouldered between her legs and breathed in the fragrance of sweet, sexy pussy. He pressed a kiss to the center. Cora arched and gasped.
Eager to please her, Reed teased the tip of his tongue through the folds, flicking her clit and then tickling down to her tasty opening. Her body reacted and she squirmed, holding his head, trying to pull him closer, trying to shift so that his mouth focused on her clit.
Just the encouragement he wanted…
He loved a woman who wasn’t afraid to let a man know how to please her.
Desire thrumming through his veins, he fastened his mouth on the hardening bud, suckling, tantalizing, opening his lips to blow hot breath on her and then closing to nibble and tickle.
When he pushed his index finger into her hot channel, she cried out, bucking toward him. Her sheath clenched and Reed continued his pleasurable assault, knowing she was on the edge.
And then a low moan escaped her lips, her body went rigid and her fingers dug into his hair. “Oh God, yes! Oh Reed…”
Reed’s heart was pounding when she finally went limp. Lifting his head, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Do you want to…? I have condoms.”
A slow smile claimed her lush mouth and that was all the incentive Reed needed to take her hand and guide her into the captain’s quarters. The circular bed with its headboard framed with mirrors took up the entire bow of the boat—and there was plenty of room for hot sex.
Reed pulled open a drawer and withdrew a couple of condoms. He didn’t need the lube. She was already good and wet.
“This is crazy,” she muttered.
Disappointment flooded him but he was ever the gentleman with a woman and her sexuality. “Do you want to stop?”
Her gaze warmed as it moved down his body and lifted to his eyes once more. “No. I want this. I need to feel you inside me.”
Reed knew exactly how she felt. The tension melted out of him as he ripped open the condom package. Together they climbed onto the bed and when Reed lay on his back, Cora took the condom from him and rolled it onto his erection.
The boat rocked gently as she straddled him and then reached between them to insert his cock head into her cunt. Her lashes fluttered shut as she sighed and sank onto his shaft.
She was so beautiful and her body felt so damn good, all Reed could do was watch her as she began to move, slowly at first and then faster and faster until groin slapped groin.
He gripped her hips and guided her as her pace continued to increase. Heat radiated from her pussy and, even through the condom, he could feel the tight suction. Planting her hands on either side of his head, she leaned forward, arching, still riding him, her hair sweeping down to tickle his nose and chin as she fucked him.
Reed watched her face. Her eyes turned a dark jade and her breaths came in short, sharp pants through her full lips. Suddenly, her hips locked and instead of riding him, she began to grind, rubbing her clit furiously against him.
Her breaths were replaced with passion-filled whimpers and Reed instinctively knew Cora was about to come.
“Come for me, baby,” he cooed, his body reacting of its own volition.
Her pussy tightened around him and she went rigid as a low moan escaped her lips. Reed gripped her hips, arching into her, pumping—and then, “Oh fuck…I’m coming!”
Something electric gathered in his scrotum and then exploded outward through his body until he was unaware of anything except Cora’s spasms, milking his cock of every last drop he had to offer. His spine bowed—but when he fell back on the bed and opened his eyes, Cora was gone.
Vanished.
Disappeared.
“What the—” Reed sat up so fast the blood rushed out of his head. “Cora?”
Where could she have gone so quickly?
His gaze moved down his own body to where his cock still stood at attention, the glistening, cum-filled condom clinging stubbornly to the shaft.
As he crawled off the bed, he discarded the condom in a nearby wastebasket. “Cora!” he called as he moved through the cabin.
Tripod lay in view on the deck, looking like a canine version of the Sphinx.
“Did you see Cora?” Reed asked the dog as if Tripod could answer.
The Doberman cocked his head to the side.
Still naked, Reed climbed up the steps to the helm and looked out over the desolate boat. He peered into the darkness, craning to see up the hill toward his house.
A cold chill crawled up his spine. What if she’d fallen in?
Reed clambered to the edge of the boat and squinted as his gaze swept the water. For the most part, it was shallow enough for a person to stand here. “Cora!” he called but there was only the sound of the waves gently lapping the boat and the low rumble of a barge slicing through the water a half-mile out, in the middle of Wilson Lake.
Reed scratched his head. A tumult of sensation roiled in his body. Bewilderment, sexual satisfaction, fear—all vying for prominence.
He considered calling the police. Someone had definitely tried to hurt that woman.
After climbing back down into the cabin, he found his discarded clothes and pulled on his jeans. He could put Spirit Lifter back into the boatlift later. Right now he had to make a phone call.
Tripod followed him onto the dock and then up the hill to his house. When he went inside the television was blaring. Empty beer bottles and chip bags littered the room and with fresh eyes, he saw how Lane’s leaving had really hit him hard.
Blowing out a sigh, he reached for the phone—but the woman’s image on the TV screen caught his attention.
His blood ran cold.
It was Cora.
A newswoman sympathetically reported, “The Florence woman whose body was discovered in the Tennessee River yesterday has been identified as Cora Miller. As of yet, the death is being investigated as a suicide.”
Reed swallowed thickly—still tasting a ghost’s kiss on his lips.
* * * * *
Reed tossed his cell phone across the room. Repeated attempts to call his psychic sister had only frustrated him. No doubt, she was already in the Caribbean, where she and William had gone to meet Amy’s friend, Gwen. She’d warned him she wouldn’t have any cell service.
A chill crawled up his spine. He’d had sex with a beautiful, sexy, alluring…ghost!
How could his life ever be normal again after this?
The newscaster had said the death was being investigated as a suicide… An ugly image of the rope burn on Cora’s ankle assailed him.
She’d been murdered. Reed knew it in his gut. But what could he do about it? Call the cops? They’d just think he was a loony.
He inhaled.
There was only one thing to do. He had to go back to the spot where he�
��d fished her out of the water. He had to find her again. And he had to find out who’d killed her.
After sprinting down the hill, he climbed onto Spirit Lifter and untied the lines. Tripod leaped and made an ugly three-legged landing on the deck. Claws scrambling, he recovered and eagerly joined Reed at the helm.
Heart hammering, Reed fired up the twin engines and planed out as he crossed Wilson Lake.
As well as he knew the waters around his home, it was difficult in the dark to tell one cove from another. He switched on the spotlight and turned the knob, directing the powerful beam across the murky recesses of the inlets.
Nothing.
This was crazy. He’d imagined it all. There was no ghost.
Then the hair on the back of his neck prickled.
“Reed?”
Reed whirled to find Cora, wet and dripping, standing on Spirit Lifter’s deck.
He gulped. Looking at her now, he wondered why he hadn’t noticed it before. Even in the dark, there was an ethereal glow about her and an almost watercolor paleness to her face, her clothes, her hair.
Reed’s cock stirred in his jeans and he fought the urge to sweep her into his arms and carry her down into the cabin again—despite the fact he knew she should not be standing there.
And then his heart turned over. Hard.
Did Cora know she was dead?
“You came back for me,” she said.
He nodded as he moved toward her, watching her in wary fascination. “Why’d you leave?”
Biting her bottom lip, she glanced toward the cove. “I needed you to know what I am.”
Chills consumed Reed as he approached her. This close, he could clearly see now that she was not a flesh and blood woman—that she was, indeed, a ghost.
He swallowed thickly and then, tentatively, lifted his hand to touch her face. Cool electricity radiated from her being but when his hand made contact, he felt soft, dewy skin.
Cora closed her eyes and pressed her cheek more fully into his palm.
Reed shook.
“You didn’t kill yourself.” It was a statement, not a question.
“No,” she whispered, her lashes sweeping open as her gaze lifted to his.
“You want me to tell the cops who killed you?” Reed asked.
Cora nodded.
Reed searched her eyes and was overcome with the sensation that there was something far more to why Cora’s spirit had found him. “Why me?”
The hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she brushed her fingertips over his heart. “Because you let me in, Reed.”
As she spoke, she took the one step that closed the distance between them. Her cool fingers moved up his back and threaded into the hair at the nape of his neck. The reality that she was a ghost fled and Reed succumbed to the desire raging in his body.
Dragging her against him, Reed sought her mouth with his, his tongue pushing between her open lips. He kissed her with a need that surprised him and when she rocked her hips against his body, he responded.
A wild mix of relief and desire surged as she undid his jeans and reached inside to take his pulsating cock in her hand. He inhaled through his teeth, his hands moving over her body, lingering in turn to caress her shoulders, slender waist, full breasts and hips.
“I want to fuck you so bad, it hurts,” he said huskily, cupping her warm pussy through her wet dress.
Her passion-clouded gaze found his again and that was all the impetus he needed to haul her into his arms and drag her down to the deck. She cried out as he pushed up her skirt, jerked her panties down her legs and plunged his hard cock into her tight, wet sheath.
This time, there was no tenderness.
There was only need and desire and something else Reed could not venture to name.
Cradling her head in one head and sliding the other under the soft curve of Cora’s ass, Reed surged into her again and again.
Cora groaned and entwined her arms and legs around him, fighting him, holding him, encouraging him and welcoming the onslaught all at the same time.
What was it about her? Why had all his barriers melted away in the arms of this spirit who was more alive than any mortal woman with whom Reed had ever been?
Breathlessly, he slowed his pace, lifting off her just far enough to look into her eyes.
“I wish I’d known you when I was alive,” she whispered.
He brushed his lips against hers, drawing her bottom lip between his to suck it gently. “Stay with me,” he said, slanting his head to trace the necklace she wore with kisses.
“I can’t,” she said. “Not after tonight. You have your life and…I know there’s more for me beyond this…this physical life.”
Reed shifted so that his cock penetrated her to the hilt. Her body rose with a deep breath of bliss and then her lips parted as he moved sensuously against her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. Her legs flew open wider. Her palms gripped his buttocks and she arched upward. “Don’t stop,” she mewled again.
On the verge of ecstasy, she was beautiful, glowing, her face consumed with pleasure. She was about to come and Reed struggled to maintain his steady, slow grind. Every fiber of his being urged him to pin her to the deck and pummel her pussy until she screamed and until he found release—but he didn’t.
This was for Cora. This was for her.
Intuitively, Reed knew this was the last time Cora would know physical pleasure. The revelation stunned and flooded with him a sense of empathy he did not, until now, know he possessed.
Her breath left her lungs in a rush and then she tensed. He felt her spasms from the inside out, felt her nails dig into his backside and the muscles in her legs clamp down around him.
Just the thought that he had given her this pleasure sent him spiraling within and then exploding.
This time, he clung to her.
He wasn’t about to let her go.
Not yet.
His lips claimed hers while his cock still pulsated in her warm sheath from his intense orgasm. A whimper escaped her mouth and he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.
“I don’t have much longer,” she said.
Reed swallowed. His gut tightened. “What do I need to know? Tell me what to do, Cora.”
“My employer, Terri Lowe, hired a man to kill me,” she said as she caressed Reed’s jaw.
Reed squeezed his eyes shut and fought the lump that welled his throat.
Cora continued. “She’d been stealing money she won for her clients for years and when I caught it on the books and threatened to report her, she hired a man to…to make me disappear.”
“She had you killed to keep from getting disbarred?” Reed was incredulous.
Cora nodded “I need you to tell the police you saw his car parked at the hill at the top of the cove.”
Reed nodded as Cora briefly described the car
“It was a grayish blue, eighties model Cougar with a Blount County tag. I’m sure there’s DNA evidence,” she said. “And Reed, Terri left a paper trail. It won’t be hard for the cops to prove.”
“I won’t rest until they’re both in jail,” Reed said, meaning it.
“Thank you, Reed.” A tear seeped out of the corner of Cora’s eye and trailed down, disappearing into her hairline. Arching her neck, she lifted her chin to kiss him sweetly. “I will see you again one day.”
“When?”
“Many years from now,” she said and smiled—before light consumed her into nothingness.
Shaken, Reed sat and blinked.
Now everything seemed suddenly clear. He understood why Lane had told him he did not possess the ability to let anyone in.
He knew what had just happened with Cora should have left him terrified—but it did not. Instead, he felt as if he would burst from the doubtless knowledge she was all right on The Other Side.
From the knowledge he would, one day, see her again.
He glanced at Tripod who lay at the helm. The dog snorted and then his bro
wn-eyed gaze fixed curiously on the deck. Reed followed the dog’s gaze to discover Cora’s heart pendant. A little smile tugged at his mouth. Scooping it into his hand, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss to the cold silver.
He blew out a sigh and then stood. The boat had floated toward Wilson Dam but still, it was only a short cruise back to his house where he intended to make two phone calls.
The first one would be to the Florence Police Department.
The second would be to Lane.
About the Author
Debra Glass’ previous experience as a medium inspired her interest in writing Alabama ghost stories, although she’s also got a passion for spine-tingling paranormal romance. Since 2002, Debra has written several books on regional folklore and has had numerous articles published in Fate Magazine and various Civil War magazines.
Now she’s writing steamy erotic romance and dabbling in the paranormal with her Phantom Lovers series which features passionate and sexy ghosts who are guaranteed to keep you up at night!
The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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