Page 8 of Haunting Salem

“Are you jealous or something?” The way he jerked inside of me, didn’t surprise me. Nolan had stamina.

“Don’t have to be,” he said, placing his free hand over mine. “I share because I want to, not because I’m in a forced situation.”

We never really talked about it. It kind of happened between the three of us, Nolan, Jack, and I. I suppose we should have at some point, but why rock the boat if there wasn’t any cause to. “What if I want to make it permanent or add someone else?”

He gave a full-body shrug. "I guess we'll have to talk about it when it happens. Do you want to add a third or should I say fourth?"

I stared at him for a moment. He took my relationship with Kael in stride. I couldn't even explain how it worked or why it did, or what kind of person I was to admit I had sexual relations with a ghost, but here we were. Psychologist called it Spectrophilia. Whether people believed humans could have sex with spirits didn't matter, I knew what Kael and I did, and that's where my concern lies.

“What does it say about me, if I said yes?” I glanced up at him, almost afraid of his answer. To me, it made me a greedy bitch. Like I collected men. Or a whore.

"That you like variety?" He chuckled and placed a kiss on the crown of my head.

I narrowed my eyes. “You could at least say you hate it.” Or something. Anything. He could tell me no. He could make me feel guilty, even though I already did.

“Do we make you happy?” He caressed my arm and back, easing some of the tension from my shoulders.

"Yes," I answered. They did. Before everything that happened, I'd have said no to an open relationship like I was in with Nolan, Jack, and Kael, now however, my whole perspective about life and what it meant to me, changed.

“You’re worried about if people find out.” I stared up at him as the spark of truth in his words dawned on me.

“Yeah, I think so.” We were all going to be public figures now. Jack had his position at the university to worry about and though he had tenure, would the board of governors at the college poo-poo the idea of him being in such an unconventional relationship?

“Don’t worry about it,” Nolan said. “We’re all big boys. We can handle it. Besides, what are the other ghosts going to do to Kael, tease him? That son of a bitch is probably eating up the attention right now.”

I laughed. I couldn't help it. He was right. As much as I wanted to protect all of them, I also had to realize they were their person and they could handle themselves. "You're right."

His mouth split into a confident grin. “I know I am.” He sat me astride him. “Now, how about round two. All this talk about fucking and relationships has put me in a mood.”

Who was I to say no?

I stretched as the shower came on in the bathroom. Nolan and I spent the better part of two hours in bed with each other. Probably wouldn’t have moved either if Jack hadn’t have called to say they found out some interesting information about the locations we were going to investigate Halloween night. Even though our little tryst had come to a close for the time being I lounged for a few extra moments before I’d have to get cleaned up as well.

"You like them, don't you?" In my peripheral vision, I saw Kael come into being. He surrounded me in his light and warmth as he pressed his chest to my back. There was a few seconds before he was fully corporal where it was almost as if our bodies melded together and then he was as solid as a ghost could be.

“You’re...naked?” I tilted my head and laughed.

“Well of course. You and Nolan were talking about me. I got excited.” He rubbed his groin against my rear and the thick heavy flesh there pulsed.

I gasped. “Kael... I can’t right now, everyone is on their way back.”

He cupped my breasts, tugging on my nipples with each squeeze of his palms. “You like him more than me.” He feigned a pout. “It’s because his dick is bigger, huh?”

I laughed softly. “No, asshole. I’m serious, everyone is on their way back.”

He slipped one of his hands down my body and cupped my sex. “Mmm, sloppy. I love this shit.” He nuzzled the side of my neck. “I think, when I was alive, I got off of seeing another guys cum in a pussy I wanted to fuck or did fuck.” He circled my clit with his finger and the zap of electricity that went through me, left me trembling.

“Kael...”

"You can always tell me the truth, Simone," he whispered while teasing me with the head of his cock. "It's not like I have feelings. I'm dead."

A truth and a lie. When he was like this, he felt alive to me, and I know he had emotions, because he loved me, as I did him. "Don't lie, Kael. It's unbecoming of a spirit." I wriggled against him, craving his dick, but knew he was running out of time.

“Then don’t lie to me either,” he muttered, filling me in a single, hard thrust. “It’s unbecoming of a medium.”

He had me there.

My eyes rolled up and I groaned. “Hard and fast?” The question rolled off my tongue.

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