Double Dating with the Dead

by Karen Kelley

  “I thought you’d like that.” He spread her lips and caressed the fleshy part of her sex. “Tell me what your fantasy is and I’ll fulfill it,” he whispered close to her ear.

  She didn’t hesitate. “I don’t want to be in charge. I’m tired of fixing people—dead or alive. Take control of my body.”

  She was giving herself to him. Totally and completely. It was a heady feeling. The perfect gift. She catered to his desires by giving everything to him.

  He scooped her up and into his arms and carried her to the bed that appeared in front of him. Damned convenient. As soon as he laid her on the bed, she opened her arms and legs to him.

  Ah, man, he’d never had a dream this sweet. Could it get any better?

  He’d barely had that thought when silk ropes appeared and wrapped around each of her wrists, and each ankle, spreading her limbs wider as she was tied to the four corners. She lay before him, completely naked, nothing hidden away. She was beautiful, she was sexy, she was heat... and she was all his to do with as he wanted.

  “I’m tied,” she said with fear-tinged excitement in her voice.

  “So you are. I guess that means I can do whatever I want to your body.”

  She wiggled her bottom. “Trent... I... ”

  “You what?”

  Selena closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. When she’d said she wanted him to take charge, this wasn’t what she meant. Or was it? Was it her secret fantasy to be dominated?

  It’s just a dream! It’s just a dream!

  She gasped when Trent ran an ice cube over one nipple, then the other. The coldness against her skin made her nipples tighten even more. He moved the ice away and covered her breast with his mouth, changing the cold for the heat of his tongue.

  She opened her eyes and saw mirrors above her. She was splayed on the bed, completely naked, her ankles and wrists tied to each corner. She was completely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and there wouldn’t be a damn thing that she could do about it.

  A fantasy where anything could happen. A fantasy without recriminations or embarrassment.

  He raised his head, sliding the ice lower. Coherent thought was swept away on a cloud of passion. He slid the ice cube even lower, over her abdomen, swirling around the juncture between her legs. She cried out, arching her back and pulling on her restraints.

  Laughter spilled from him. “Does your body ache for me?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  He raised the melting ice cube above her sex. Cold droplets of water dripped down onto her. She sucked in a deep breath.

  She couldn’t take her eyes off the mirrors as he tossed the ice cube from him and tangled his fingers in her curls.

  “You’re soft and silky. I like the way your body is open to my gaze.” He leaned over, running his tongue over her sex.

  Ripples of pleasure ran down her body. She curled her fingers over the bonds at her wrists, more for something to hang onto than anything else.

  “You taste sweet.” He licked the inside of one thigh, then repeated on the other side.

  She might have moaned; she wasn’t sure.

  “I want to taste every inch of your body. I want to make you come again and again. He sucked her into his mouth again.

  Her body tightened, threatened to snap in two. “Don’t stop,” she cried out.

  Her passion-glazed eyes stayed on the mirrors as she watched him take her with his mouth. She arched toward him, wanting more, needing more. His tongue licked her sex, teasing her with his teeth. She was consumed by the fire that spread over and through her body.

  “Oh, damn, I’m going to... ” Spasms of pleasure washed over her as her body tightened and she came against his mouth. She closed her eyes and let the sensations consume her. This was good, so damn good.

  Awareness slowly returned as she floated back to earth. When was the last time she’d felt this satisfied? Had she ever felt this satisfied?

  Trent covered her with a blanket, but he didn’t untie her hands or legs. She didn’t care as languidness filled her.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered close to her ear.

  “Umm,” she murmured. Now she could slip into a deeper sleep and awaken feeling refreshed and...

  “You tasted sweet... hot. I loved running my tongue up and down you.”

  A faint stirring began to build inside her.

  “I can’t,” she finally told him. “I’ll dream about you believing in ghosts instead. No more sex dreams.”

  “Are you sure?” He nuzzled her neck, then tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.

  “Yes... yes,” she told him, but she didn’t sound very sure of herself.

  He delved his tongue inside her ear. She moaned, her body arching.

  “But if you’re positive... ,” he began, rolling away from her.

  “No, wait!”

  He chuckled.

  “Devil.”

  “You’re not cold, are you?”

  Now what was he getting at? More ice? That had felt really good. “No, I’m not cold.”

  “Good, I want to look at your breasts.”

  He took his time pulling the blanket down her breasts and baring them. The material scraped over her nipples. They responded by tightening. She sucked in her breath.

  “Not hurting you, am I?”

  As if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing to her. “No.”

  “Good.” He stopped the blanket at her waist. “Damn, I love looking at your breasts. They’re so perfect.”

  He brushed his fingers over her nipples, watching as they tightened, then tugged lightly on each one.

  “You don’t mind if I touch them, do you?”

  “No,” she whimpered.

  She watched in the mirror before closing her eyes. It was like looking at a porn movie and she was in the starring role.

  Vibrations tickled her. She opened her eyes. Trent was running a vibrator over her breasts and down to her belly button.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  She sucked in a breath when he dipped low on her abdomen. “Yes.”

  “I read somewhere that a woman’s orgasm is increased ten times when she has a vibrator against her sex while a man is moving in and out of her.”

  She tried to swallow, but couldn’t. All she could do was watch helplessly as he moved closer and closer to her sex.

  He opened a bottle and began to pour warmed oil on her abdomen. A shiver of delight swept over her. She didn’t mind that it seemed to just appear. It was a dream. Who the hell cared?

  He ran the vibrator through the oil, over her breasts and close to her sex. She groaned in frustration.

  “Am I hurting you? Should I stop?”

  “Ass.”

  He chuckled. “Tell me what you want.”

  Tell him? Actually say what she wanted him to do?

  Why not? It was her body. Why shouldn’t she have just as much pleasure as he did?

  “I want you to put the vibrator against my sex.”

  He didn’t hesitate, but slid it down her abdomen and lightly rested it against her. Vibrations swirled around her. She bit her bottom lip, arching her body, wanting more.

  “More?” he asked, reading her mind.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  He turned up the dial of the vibrator. Oh, yes, this was good. “More,” she cried out. “I want you inside me.”

  He entered her, filling her body. Their eyes met as he slowly pulled out, then plunged back inside, deeper this time.

  The restraints were suddenly gone, as if they’d been there only because she’d wished them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer, just as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  He moved inside the hot, moist heat of her body, then retreated. In and out. Faster and faster until she cried out and arched toward him. Shudders gripped her body in intense pleasure as she climaxed.

  Vaguely, she heard him cry out as he came. His heavy breathing was close to her
ear.

  “Damn, that was good. So fucking good,” he whispered.

  She smiled. This was what she’d been waiting for. The perfect orgasm.

  Slowly, she closed her eyes and snuggled against Trent. No, it was the pillow she clasped to her. Did it matter? Not so much when she felt this satiated.

  As the night swirled around her, she thought she heard Dixie and Wesley laughing. The joke was on them. This was the best sex she’d ever had. It didn’t matter that it had been with her sworn enemy. After all, it had only been a dream.

  A smile curved her lips as she drifted into deeper slumber. Damn, she felt really, really good.

  Selena rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed. Lord, she felt like death warmed over. It was all she could do to drag her eyelids open. Even then, she couldn’t focus.

  Lord, maybe her eyes had fallen out.

  No, they couldn’t have. She’d eaten her veggies.

  Slowly, the room took shape. Same room, same lumpy bed, same hardwood floor that was so cold to her bare feet.

  She jerked her feet up and slid beneath the sheet again, pulling it up to her neck, then went one step further and pulled the blanket over her head.

  Damn, what a dream. Now she was having better orgasms asleep than she was awake. So not fair. And why with Trent? They didn’t even like each other. She lusted after him, but that didn’t mean she wanted to have sex with him.

  But it was such good sex. Maybe if she just closed her eyes...

  No, no, no. Don’t even go there. Her head pounded.

  Having dreams about sex might be good while she was having the dream, but it served only to make her more frustrated and sexually deprived in the light of day. Kind of like having a hangover without the fun of drinking.

  She hoped Trent was going through the same thing! Why should she be the only one to suffer? Yeah, right. He was probably sleeping like a baby.

  Coffee. That was what she needed. Maybe coffee would get last night out of her head.

  She kicked the covers off and staggered to her feet.

  Lots of coffee. Like maybe a gallon. And chocolate doughnuts. She knew there was at least one left from yesterday. Maybe two. She really needed chocolate.

  Grabbing her robe, she headed for the bathroom. One look in the mirror and she knew it would take more than washing her face and applying makeup to cover the ravages left by her erotic dream.

  A complete makeover might help. She stared at her reflection. Nope, even a complete makeover wouldn’t help her this morning.

  She didn’t really care. Maybe she would scare the hell out of Trent and he’d leave.

  She hung on to the rail as she went downstairs. Once at the bottom, she sniffed. Coffee? Oh, yeah, coffee.

  Trent didn’t even look up when she entered. He was in exactly the same position as yesterday morning: head against the cabinet, hands braced on the counter as if he couldn’t hold himself up.

  Again, he opened one eye and looked at her. “Coffee’s almost ready.”

  “Good.” She went to the table. Her white box wasn’t there. She looked in the refrigerator. Not there, either.

  “What are you looking for?” he asked as if her moving about was too much noise this early in the morning.

  “Doughnuts. I know there was at least one left.”

  When she raised her head she saw his guilty flush before he quickly looked away.

  “That’s really dirty, Trent Sanders. I might be able to let it slide that you’re trying to ruin my career, but to eat the last doughnut? That’s about as low as a person can go.”

  “Coffee’s ready,” he said, ignoring her.

  She walked over and took the cup he offered. Their hands brushed. Tingles spread up and down her arms. For a few seconds it was almost as if the world stood still. Their gazes locked. Heat flared in his eyes.

  They might as well have been standing in front of each other as naked as they had been last night in her dream. He looked at her the same way, with the same intensity.

  Go away naughty thoughts, she begged. It was bad enough she had naughty dreams.

  His brow furrowed as though he wanted to ask her something. Then he seemed to change his mind. She wondered what he was thinking. Probably about the peaceful sleep he’d had.

  “The coffee smells good,” she stammered, wanting to clear her mind. She raised the cup to her lips, hoping to get any sexual images out of her head. “Tastes good, too,” she conceded. “Thanks.” She turned away and went to the table to sit. The doughnuts would’ve been nicer, though.

  She peeked from lowered lids as she pretended to blow on her coffee. He leaned against the counter, looking thoughtful and not paying a lot of attention to her. Her gaze swept over him. He wore a loosely belted robe, his pajama bottoms and a pair of slip-on house shoes.

  Her vision clouded, and suddenly he stood in front of her completely naked. Her hand trembled. She grabbed the cup with her other hand and set it on the table.

  But it had been such good sex.

  Really good sex.

  No, it still wasn’t right, even if it was a dream. He was the enemy. Damned if she didn’t want to take a nap this afternoon, though.

  He cleared his throat, but before he could say anything, she continued. “I think I’ll get dressed. Meet you back downstairs in about half an hour?”

  “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled.

  “Thanks for the coffee,” she said, taking her cup with her as she left. She breathed a little easier when she was away from the kitchen, and more especially away from Trent.

  Good thing the coffee was strong. She needed something to clear her head of the sexy images of Trent running around naked.

  Coffee and a nice bath should do the trick.

  She grabbed clean clothes out of her room and went inside the bathroom. She set her cup down and reached across to turn the water on.

  “You have circles beneath your eyes,” Dixie said before materializing on the counter by the sink.

  Selena jumped, slapping a hand to her chest. “Do you have to do that?”

  “No, but if I drifted in, I wouldn’t get nearly the reaction that I do now. My way is a lot more fun.”

  “Unless you cause someone to have a heart attack.”

  “You got something against being dead?”

  “Yeah, I’d rather not leave earth before my time.”

  “So anyway,” Dixie continued. “You do seem awfully chipper this morning. Did you sleep good last night?”

  “You’re hilarious.”

  “Bad night, huh?”

  “The worst.” She shed her clothes and slipped into the tub of bubbles, sinking down into the warmth of the water until it covered her shoulders. This was nice. She closed her eyes.

  “Nightmares?”

  “You could say that.” Her dreams were leaving her more frustrated. Her brow furrowed as she thought of something. “You haven’t been fooling around with my subconscious, have you?”

  “You know you have free will. Whatever dreams you’ve been having are your own fantasies.” A wicked smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Have you? Been having fantasies about Trent? I wouldn’t blame you if you had. Very yummy.”

  “He’s my enemy,” she muttered, but she didn’t sound as convinced as she had been a few days ago.

  Dixie laughed. “I think I’m going to miss you when you leave. We’re a lot alike.” She smoothed her hand across her skirt. “It gets pretty lonely with just Wesley for company.”

  Selena worried her teeth against her bottom lip. “You can cross over.”

  “You’re talkin’ about the white light and stuff, aren’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “We can’t. Not yet. Not until... ” She straightened. “It’s not so bad here. And if we left, we couldn’t watch you and the fella try to get one up on each other. Shoot, that in itself makes it worth hanging around.”

  Before Selena could open her mouth to reply, Dixie was gone. So now they were one big joke
.

  She wasn’t laughing.

  And what had she started to say? They couldn’t leave until... until what?

  Chapter 10

  “She’s b-a-c-k.” Trent drew out the words as he stood beside one of the front windows.

  Selena came down the stairs. Now what? She glanced at Trent. He’d gotten dressed, but hadn’t shaved yet. Probably because she was in the bathroom and all his shaving gear was in there. She should’ve been really mean and shaved her legs with his razor.

  Tacky, tacky. Must be the company she was keeping.

  “Who’s back?” she asked.

  “The witch,” he answered.

  “Paige?”

  “Your mother.”

  Selena frowned. “She’s not a witch.”

  “I thought she was.”

  He was trying his hand at humor again. Not funny. “She’s a psychic.” Or at least she thought of herself as one. Mom just didn’t quite have the knack for supernatural communication. But her heart was in the right place.

  “Whatever, she’s heading this way with a foil-covered dish.”

  Meddling again, that was what she was doing. She always had to know what was going on. Her mother couldn’t leave well enough alone. Of course, that was obvious because of the predicament Selena now found herself in.

  Selena opened the front door. “Mom, I thought we discussed you not coming by today?”

  “It’s a good thing I did. You look like you’ve lost weight.” She cast an evil eye in Trent’s direction as she came inside.

  “Mom, this is only our third day, and I ate pizza yesterday. I’ve probably gained weight, if anything.”

  She sniffed. “You look thin.” She glared at Trent. “Stress, no doubt. My home cooking will make you feel better. I brought enchilada casserole. I know how you love it.”

  Selena sighed.

  Ready-made right out of the box, but she guessed if her mother dumped it out, put it in a disposable foil pan, then that was good enough for her because she was sure her mother had added a heaping dollop of love.

  “Don’t share,” her mother whispered loud enough that Trent was bound to hear. She beamed in Selena’s direction as they walked toward the kitchen.

  “Mom, be nice.”

  “Nope, I’m fifty now. When you reach fifty you can damn well say and do as you please.”