Page 81 of The Ghost of You

She tasted like sugar and spice. Her mouth delicate but raging with fire. Her skin soft and pliant under my hands.

I loved her reaction to me. The noises she made when I bit down on her nipples. The way she went off like a rocket from one brush of my hand over her clit.

I can’t wait to undress her. See her fully naked. The glimpse I got that night weeks ago has been burned into my brain. But now that I touched her, kissed her, held her, I want to see it again. I want to lick her from head to toe. Devour her mouth, her breasts, her pussy. I want to see that whole body flush as I run my hands over it. As I push myself inside of her, hard and slow.

Just thinking about her is making my dick hard. I want to hold off until tonight to enjoy every inch of her skin but my dick is painfully hard and I need to get rid of this problem.

I take a quick shower, jerking off to the thought of Anna, the taste of her. I come hard against the wall of the shower but I know it won’t be nearly as hard as I’ll come tonight inside her body.

The thought of her is a distraction but in the best way. It motivates me to work on my house. I want her to feel comfortable here. And I know she will be impressed with the improvements I made since the last time she came over.

Luckily, I had scheduled for my countertops to be delivered today. It will be nice to finally have a functioning kitchen.

I get to work cleaning up whatever trash is around my house before repairing the hole I punched in the wall last night.

My front door slams shut as I hear Carson yell at me. “This better be important. I have three cases I need to be working on today.”

I texted Mason and Carson to come over and help me with the house. The whole family has been bugging me for years to finish the thing but my lack of motivation kept me from caring.

Carson walks into the kitchen where I am installing the doors onto the lower cabinets. The new cabinets that were installed six months ago that I never put the doors on.

“Well shit. Look at that. I never thought I would see the day.”

“You going to help me man or just stare at me?”

Carson leans against the wall. “I don’t know. I’m enjoying seeing those muscles bulge out of your t-shirt. Should I film it for the ladies at the precinct that want in your pants?”

Mason walks in the house at that very minute. “Nah. They would rather see a video of me.” He walks over to me and inspects the door. “Let me guess, you’re cleaning this place up for a special lady?” He winks.

“No. I ordered countertops a month ago. They are being delivered today. And I want to get these doors on before they get here.”

“Bullshit,” Mason retorts.

“What special lady would that be?” Carson inquires.

“No one,” I grunt as I walk to my back door where I left the stack of cabinet doors.

Mason follows me down the hall, pulling on a pair of work gloves. “You mean to say you didn’t go to Anna’s last night?”

Carson is right behind him. “I thought you went on a date with her last night, Mason?”

Mason turns around. “I did.”

“Don’t tell me you guys are into some weird freaky shit. I don’t want to know about it.”

“Fuck off, Car.”

Carson laughs as he moves out of the way so I can bring the door into the kitchen.

“So you didn’t go over to her house and fuck her last night?” Leave it to Mason to just blurt it out.

“No.”

Carson looks between the two of us. “Wait, hold up. What the hell is going on?”

Mason sets a piece of wood down and looks at Carson. “Jackass over here couldn’t get his head out of his ass. So I took Anna out. He didn’t like it too much.”

Carson scratches his head. “Anyone that isn’t blind could see you were into her Noah but I thought you kissed her last week Mason. I thought you liked her too.”

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