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“I don’t think I’ve loved you enough for the night.” His hands found my soft cock and gave it a gentle squeeze, bringing it back to life.
“I don’t need to come.” I gave his neck a tiny lick, savoring the mild saltiness. “Having you come inside me was hot enough for?—”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Blaise growled, then rolled me over, trapping me beneath him.
“Hey!” I was denser and more muscular than him, but being underneath him was too delightful. I didn’t want him to move, despite my protestations. I wanted to stay there forever.
“I’m going to bring you to the brink over and over until you can’t think anymore.” Blaise was whispering into my ear, his breath tickling my ear canal and making me squirm.
I struggled a little against him. The feeling of restraint made me go from half-hard to full mast, and I moaned.
“See, now you’re all mine. No one can touch you like I do, baby. I might be dead, but I’m yours.”
Every ounce of lust drained out of me with those words, and I froze.
“What do you mean?”
Blaise smiled, compassion shining in his face, although there was a hint of viciousness in his eyes. “I’m dead, but I’m still your boyfriend. Your body belongs to me.”
My eyes snapped open as I let out a yelp of fear and recognition, sitting straight up in bed.
He was gone. He’d never even been there. It had been a dream. The bedroom was empty, other than me, and the morning light streamed in through the windows, casting shadows of the tree branches outside onto the hardwood floor.
I sighed. It was silly, but part of me would be happy to have Blaise back even if hewerea ghost. I worried losing him had left a permanent hole in my heart.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and glanced at the clock. 7:45 am. Time to get up. I had a lot to do today if I wanted to leave tomorrow morning and not look back. Once Halloween was over, this part of my life would be as well.
“Everything’s in here?”I asked my sister. In the background, I could hear Olivia singing at the top of her lungs, interspersed with her yelling gibberish magic spells.
“Honey, I’m on the phone. Can you put the wand down for a bit and get yourself a snack?” Jen sighed as she brought her attention back to me. “Sorry, she’s had the Glinda costume on since she got out of bed this morning. She wouldn’t wear anything else. She’s having the time of her life, but I’m already exhausted, and we’re not trick-or-treating for another six hours.”
I chuckled, imagining the light in my niece’s eyes as she danced around. “She must look adorable.”
“Her cuteness is part of the problem. She can get away with anything.”
I surveyed the room in front of me. It had been our guest bedroom. Now the bed was gone, and in its place stood a collection of cardboard boxes, as well as some art pieces leaning up against one wall.
“This is all of it?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Anything that I thought might have sentimental value is there. And anything I thought might be worth money.”
“Thank you for doing this.” I tried not to think too hard about how much energy it must have taken to go through this entire house. Blaise and I had accumulated a good amount of stuff in the years we’d spent there.
“I didn’t mind, Tommy. You were in no state to deal with it. I’m sorry I can’t be there today.”
A wave of gratitude flowed through me. The rest of my family was complicated at best, but my sister had always been there for me.
“Have you been…okay? At the house?” The worry in Jen’s voice stirred up a swell of guilt in my gut. She’d been the one person I had leaned on, and that must have taken a toll. I owed her a lot.
“Other than dreaming of him? It’s been fine. Not easy, but fine.”
“You had a nightmare?” she asked with quiet concern.
“Not exactly a nightmare. Not until the end.” My face warmed as I remembered the dream. “It was more…”
There was a beat of silence before my sister reacted with a disgusted sound. “You had a sex dream about your dead boyfriend? Ew.”
“Shut up.” A smile sprang up on my face at her reaction. “He was just as hot dead as he had been alive. And unfortunately, we didn’t quite get to it before I woke up, although we were about to?—”
