She couldn't help staring as he moved on top of her. He smiled down at her. “And it's going to be a very satisfying dream at that.” He settled himself between her legs and kissed her hungrily.
She responded to him immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck. His chest hairs teased her nipples and she arched upward to heighten the sensation. He rubbed his cock against her wet core, making her sigh. He felt so good. She'd had skilled lovers before, but Jack was different. She could feel how much he wanted her and even more importantly, how much he wanted to give her pleasure. Her recent boyfriends certainly hadn't cared about that. Jack kissed his way down her chest, stopping to take one nipple into his mouth as his fingers rolled and tugged at the other one. His tongue swirled and teased, and Katie felt her pussy tighten.
"Jack,” she whispered.
He suckled harder, moving off of her so his hand could reach her throbbing core. He ran his teeth gently over the nipple just as his finger pressed against her clit.
"Jack,” she said louder.
He moved lower so he could lie down between her legs. “You keep saying my name like that, and this will be over pretty quickly.” He parted her curls and ran his tongue over her clit, then delved lower to taste her cream.
She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. “But then we can do it all over again."
He swirled his tongue over her clit, then looked up at her. “I'm yours to command, my lady.” His tongue continued to work her clit as he moved two of his fingers into her pussy. Then he slid them out and over the hole of her anus. The sensation surprised her, but it wasn't unpleasant. He slid his fingers back into his pussy, deeper, this time, then withdrew them again. This time he actually slid the tip of one finger into her anus. It hurt a little, but it also felt very erotic. He continued to move his fingers back and forth, and she liked the alternating feelings. Her thighs began to quiver, and she wanted more than just this fingers inside her.
"Jack,” she said as she arched up, drawing his fingers deeper into her pussy.
He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. “Yes, sweet Katie?"
His hot breath on her clit made her moan. “I need you, Jack. I need you now."
His eyes held hers as he moved up her body. He cradled her close as his cock found her hot, wet opening. “Not half as much as I need you,” he said. He thrust into her slowly, but when she moved her hips upward, begging for more, he plunged in all the way. She gasped at the slight pain, but then she began to move against him. She'd never felt so full, but his cock felt exquisite once she was used to it.
"Love me, Jack. Please,” she whispered.
He looked deep into her eyes. “I do love you, my Katie. I love you with all my heart.” He moved in and out of her slowly, stroking high and deep inside her pussy.
Katie kept looking up into his eyes, trying to fathom what had just happened between them. In that instant, she'd felt that she knew this man, that she really knew him. But that wasn't possible. She felt her orgasm building quickly. How could a man who didn't know her bring her to climax so quickly? She knew the answer though—this was a dream, a fantasy. There was nothing to figure out.
She brought his face closer to hers and brushed her lips against his as her pussy coiled tighter. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust harder and harder, and she soon came apart in his arms. Her legs shook as her pussy convulsed around his cock, sending him over the edge.
"Jack,” she cried before his lips captured hers in a deep kiss.
He kissed her long, rubbing his groin against her clit as they both came back from the heights they'd taken each other to. He collapsed on top of her and buried his face in her neck. “Katie. My sweet Katie."
She ran her fingers through his hair and cradled his head against her, wondering if she had only imagined the pain in his voice.
* * * *
As Katie held him, Jack knew he'd been a fool to come to her. He'd never be able to leave her now because he knew Annabel had been right. She was his Katie come back to him. When she'd told him to love her, she'd only wanted him to make love to her right then, but his heart had nearly burst as he looked into her eyes. He'd said what he should never have said and broken the spell of the lie he'd woven for her. He couldn't go on with it, and she'd surely hate him for tricking her.
But she didn't move away. She cradled him gently and ran one hand through his hair as the other moved lazily up and down his back. She'd obviously enjoyed their coupling as much as he had, but what would happen when that effect wore off and she discovered he was a fraud?
"Jack, is something wrong?” Katie asked.
He mustered his courage and looked into her face. She seemed worried, and she obviously needed him to say something to dispel her doubts.
"No, Katie. There's nothing wrong at all.” He sat up in the bed. “Except for my behavior."
She pulled the sheet up over her body and sat up as well, putting some distance between them. “What do you mean?"
He touched her hand to reassure her. “I lied to you before,” he explained. Just as I lied to you so many years ago.
She covered her face with her hands. “This isn't a dream. How could I believe you?"
He waited for her to look at him again. “Do you regret it?” He held his breath waiting for her answer.
She shook her head immediately, and he allowed himself to relax a bit. “No, I don't regret it, but how did you get in here? Who are you really?"
"Can you listen with an open mind?” he asked.
She hesitated. “How open?"
"The ‘rubbish’ your sister talks about kind of open."
She stared at him for a moment, then her eyes widened and she touched her neck. “Did you bite me? Are you a vampire?"
Jack couldn't help laughing. “I'll certainly bite you if you'd like, but I'm not a vampire. I'm a ghost."
"Oh,” she said, looking sheepish.
"Do you have vampires where you come from?” He had to ask.
She shook her head. “No, but ghosts aren't solid. They can't do ... what we just did."
"Why not?"
"They aren't supposed to!"
"Says a bunch of people who've never seen a ghost.” He stood up and pointed at her. “There aren't that many ghosts in the world. You need to have a reason for hanging around."
She was busy looking at her hands. “Could you ... well ... put some clothes on? It's a bit distracting."
He smiled. “I'll take that as a compliment.” With a thought, his clothes were back in place. She gaped at him, then shook her head.
"So what's your ‘reason’ for hanging around?” she asked as she pulled the sheet tighter around her body.
Jack thought for a moment. Katie really was being open-minded. Maybe that was a good sign. It could mean that, deep down, she knew the truth as well as he did. The vampire comment had thrown him off though. If her sister believed in past lives, maybe the whole family was into the supernatural. “I'm cursed. I betrayed my true love, and she died because of it. I'm doomed to be earthbound until I find true love again."
"Until you find her again?"
He shrugged. “That's the tricky part. I wasn't told. I just have to find true love to be set free. I'm not sure what that means either because I didn't actually die. I became a ghost without actually experiencing death."
"So you aren't a ghost then. You're something else."
"I can be invisible. Walk through walls, as I did to get in here, and I cannot be killed and do not age. Sounds like a ghost to me.” He had to admit he'd never thought too hard about that part because there didn't seem to be any point in understanding it.
"But you can't be sure about any of it. How long ago was this?” She eyed his clothes, obviously seeking an explanation.
"My Katie died in 1623 and that is the year I began this existence."
"Katie, huh? So do you come on to all women or just the ones named Katie?"
She didn't seem too angry, but Jack sudde
nly wished he hadn't said her name. “I've slept with and seduced my share of women. Spread that over four centuries and it is indeed quite a lot, but after a few decades, a man gets over grieving and starts trying to find some peace."
"You don't have to apologize. I genuinely want to know. I'm not accusing you of anything. I would like to know if you came to me because you thought I might be the one or just because you thought I was pretty.” She sighed. “I think I already know the answer, but I want you to tell me."
"What do you think the answer is?” He knew she wasn't going to fly into his arms and remember everything, but he couldn't keep the hope from swelling up in his heart.
"You said you loved me, and you knew my name before I even told you. Something about the way you looked at me felt familiar.” She shrugged. “I don't know. I have this odd feeling, but I really can't explain it."
He sat down next to her and took her hand. “I know we aren't likely to figure this out tonight, but since you will be here for a while, will you give us a chance to make sense of it?"
She put her other hand on top of his. “I'm not saying I believe I'm really your Katie, but I do believe what you've told me. You're right. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe we can figure all this out."
He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “Then I'll see you tomorrow.” He started to stand up, but she held his hands.
"You don't have to leave. It's a pretty big bed, and I think it will feel too big if you don't stay."
As he looked into her eyes, he began to think maybe his rash actions had brought about something good for a change. He pulled her into his arms, willing to believe that he might finally be on the right path wherever it might lead.
* * * *
On her third day at the Bluebird Inn, Katie had tea with Annabel. She was very interested in finding out more about Jack and what had happened to him so many centuries before. She knew he was telling her the truth, but Katie definitely wanted to hear a woman's side of the story.
Annabel emerged onto her private patio carrying the baby blue tea service Katie had seen in the dining room on a large tray.
As Annabel set the tray down, Katie said, “You certainly didn't have to do all this for me."
"Glad to do it! No one ever wants tea anymore. I usually just warm a pot and drink it in the kitchen.” She sat down and began pouring tea into both cups. “I'm very glad you wanted to talk to me. Jack hasn't been telling me much."
"What has he told you?” Katie asked.
Annabel took two lumps of sugar and handed the dish to Katie. “Hardly a thing. He did have the decency to tell me that he thought I was right, but that's about the best I got from him."
"He thought you were right, about me?” How could Annabel have come to that conclusion? She hadn't known the original Katie at all.
"You look just like her. There's a portrait in Jack's room. He's taken it down several times, but he can't bear to have it out of sight so he always puts it back up.” She sipped her tea and took a cookie from the tray. “So you haven't been in his room?"
Katie shook her head. “And he didn't tell me that I looked like her. That does explain why he kept staring at me at first."
"That's just like him. He runs headlong into something and then tries to be cautious."
"I'm still getting used to all of this. I'm crazy about Jack, but this definitely isn't the kind of turn I thought my love life would be taking."
"Well, if you want an old woman's opinion, I think things will work out in the end. I've found the things that matter always do."
"I'll try to believe that, but it's so hard to stop thinking about what might happen or what could go wrong. Is he really a ghost? If he finds true love, we don't even know what will happen. I know I shouldn't worry myself about such things, but I can't seem to help it."
Annabel smiled. “I think it's a good sign. It shows you really care about him."
"I hope that's enough.” She wasn't quite ready to admit to anyone that she was starting to do much more than just care about Jack.
"I'm sure it will be.” Annabel pushed the plate of cookies toward Katie. “Now eat up. These are triple chocolate fudge. They deserve to be eaten by a woman who can appreciate them."
Katie smiled. Annabel had a point. Worries could take care of themselves but chocolate needed special attention.
* * * *
Katie drew circles in the wet sand at her feet as she listened to Jack talk about the sea. He sounded so wistful; she began to wonder how long it had been since he'd been out on the water.
"I got this scar racing my second mate up to the crow's nest. A line snapped and I lost my footing. Banged my head right into a bolt."
Katie made a pained face, but then ran her finger over the scar. “Did it hurt?"
He laughed. “Like hell. But it could have put my eye out, so I didn't complain."
"How long has it been since you've been out there?” she asked, hoping it sounded completely casual.
He searched her face for a moment, then said, “Not since the day all this started."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to."
She shook her head. “I can't believe that. You love the sea, and don't try to deny it."
"But the sea took away something I loved even more.” He looked away. “I just don't want to. Isn't that enough?"
"So Katie drowned? You said she died because you betrayed her."
Jack sighed. “You won't give up till I tell you, will you?"
"I wasn't fishing for secrets. I just thought you sounded like you missed the sea. You don't have to tell me.” She didn't want to start a fight, even though she wanted to know what had happened.
That seemed to humble him. “I daresay you have a right to know. It's not a very exciting story."
"But I would like to hear it."
"My first mate ran off with my entire stash, all the gold and jewels I'd been saving for years so Katie and I could build a life together. When I found out, Katie told me it didn't matter, as long as we were together, and I promised her I wouldn't go after him. But I broke that promise because I loved my gold more than I loved her."
She touched his hand. “I don't believe that. You loved her so much."
"My actions didn't do much in the way of proving it though. When the battle began, she came up to find out what was going on. I yelled at her and told her to get below. She was so angry she didn't watch where she was going. She fell into the water and drowned. Our battle had churned the sea up so much she didn't have a chance."
"But what happened? How did you end up like this?” She squeezed his hand, wishing she could get him to look at her.
"I woke up that night drenched in sweat. The room was burning hot, and an old woman held me tightly by the wrists. She was covered in seaweed and said she was the oldest of the sea nymphs. I thought I was having a nightmare. I'd drunk enough to kill three sailors, but at that moment, I felt stone sober. She said I'd sacrificed my true love for gold and that I would roam the earth until I found true love again. When I woke up, my entire crew was gone, but my gold was right there on deck. I threw it overboard and got in a lifeboat. The Bluebird had just been finished, so I came back here.” He finally looked up. “I'd hoped I would be celebrating my wedding, but instead I was mourning my wrecked life."
"But in a way, you were given a second chance. You said yourself you don't know what will happen."
"In a way, that scares me more than anything.” He took her face in his hands. “I couldn't bear to lose you again."
She pushed his hair aside, caressed his face. “Let's go up to your room."
"We can go to yours."
Katie shook her head. “I want to see the portrait."
He stood up and helped her to her feet. “Are you certain?"
She smiled up at him. “Yes."
They made their way upstairs and into his room. Katie couldn't see a thing, but Jack moved the curtains aside and let the light in. The portrait hung ov
er a small fireplace. The woman did look exactly like Katie—the same hair and eyes, the same facial features. Her hair was even wavy on the right side, just like hers.
After several minutes, Jack's arms encircled Katie's waist. “Can't you say something?"
She looked over her shoulder and into his eyes. “Why do we need to say anything?” She turned into his embrace and kissed him before he could say anything. He'd spent so many years in pain, and she wanted to ease it as best she could. She pulled him over to the bed and pushed him down, climbing on top of him, lifting her skirt so her ass could rub against his cock.
"Get rid of the clothes,” she whispered in his ear.
He ran his hands up her legs and groaned deep in his throat as he nibbled on her neck. “As you wish, my lady."
His clothes disappeared, and she felt his cock pressing against her ass. She settled herself on top of him, rocking back and forth gently to tease him. She unbuttoned her shirt and his hands came up quickly to cup her breasts. She threw her shirt to the floor and her bra quickly followed. She leaned forward to kiss him, and one of his hands moved under her skirt.
"Mmmm. Decided you didn't need panties today?” he asked as his finger toyed with her anus.
"I didn't think they'd stay on very long.” She pushed against his finger as he slid the tip into her anus. “Funny you knew I liked that when I didn't even know it."
He slid his finger in further as his thumb moved down to stroke her pussy lips. “I remember all the things you like.” He brought his hand to his lips and licked her cream off his thumb. “And the things I like. Come up here and straddle my face."
Katie moved into position, and he immediately began licking her pussy and swirling his tongue around her clit, all the while moving his finger in and out of her anus slowly. She moaned as his tongue moved in and out of her pussy. “I think we could call a tie on this one."
He laughed and swirled his tongue around her clit again. “Just have to make sure you're ready for me.” He moved her again so she straddled his waist. “Ride my cock. Lean forward so my finger will stay in that sweet ass of yours."
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