Page 36 of The House on Haven Way

“Did you go show Doctor Kevin this perfect ass in this outfit? Did you show up there with this gorgeous little pussy barely covered?” I growl, but I’m not really mad.

Amber wiggles at me. “You know I wore sweats. I don’t flash all this action at anyone but you.”

“That’s good, because I don’t know how to die twice, and jealousy might do me in,” I tease, slapping my hands down on her cheeks. “You know what else I never did?”

“What?”

“Put it in from behind.”

“Poor little virgin ghost.”

“I am not.” I slap my hands down again, and God, the way that bottom bounces is enough to make a monk into a married man.

Amber shakes her hips at me again. “I am a little sore. Didn’t get my massage today.”

“Ooh, poor baby. Gotta fix that.” I grab her waist and start to work my magic.

As soon as we touch, it’s heaven. The carnal kind.

Amber rolls her leggings down and reveals a cheetah print thong that would definitely be illegal in most states. It splits her pretty peach in half and makes her cheeks look like they’re gift-wrapped.

I was always the impatient one at Christmas. I snap the thing in half, surprising both of us.

My hands knead her back while she grinds back against me, her knees parting. My cock slides home nice and easy, making both of us groan as I fill her familiar heat. This time, I move my hands down, gripping her bouncing cheeks, squeezing her as she swallows my cock.

“I can’t see your face, babe, but this is a view worth dying for, too,” I moan, watching her pink flex on me. Watching how fast her slit starts to drip. “Do I make you feel that good?” I grunt, but I know I do, because when our bodies touch, we’re lightning and thunder. My cock is leaking, making her wetter somehow, even though I don’t know how all of it works. Why I can drink her juices. Why my cum fills her up, then slides out in drips that turn to mist before vanishing. Something about both being human and having souls—we are whatever life is made of, just in different forms.

And I know that I would love her, no matter what rules it broke. If life or death were on the line, I would choose her. That thought makes me forget the passion and lust I feel looking at that tight pussy gripping my cock, and I rest my chest to her back and squeeze, holding her tight as I can without slipping through her. “Love you, babe.”

“Johnny. Johnny, so good...” Her voice is low and feral, her fingers digging into the little foam mat spread on the polished wooden floor. “I love you, too. Fuck, so good.”

I feel how she tightens up, how her walls flutter with erratic spasms, a dizzy, come-drunk little butterfly kissing my cock. And suddenly, I’m heaving inside of her, against her, pumping into her like I can mark her and make her mine forever.

Mine. Forever.

Me and Amber?

That’s not gonna be right, you know. It’s not gonna be fair.

“Okay, I think you’ll love this one. It’s a classic. Well, it was made in the ‘80s, so it’s a classic now,” I excitedly sit down in Jonny’s lap, which is the equivalent of sitting in a heated massage chair that will also occasionally kiss your neck, call you beautiful, and massage your breasts.

A total upgrade.

“You watched this with your parents?”

“No, my sister and my cousins when my parents were out. I wasn’t born until the ‘90s, babe.”

“You have a sister?”

“Yep. Lilliana Ruby, and a cousin who is like a sister, Honey. You hear me talk to Honey all the time.”

“Why don’t you talk to Lilliana?”

“It’s hard when she’s on archeological digs in remote areas. We get satellite calls every few weeks. She calls my parents. She’s the oldest and the favorite.”

“I’m sure that’s not... No, never mind. My older brother, Joe, was the favorite, too.” Johnny kisses my head. “You want kids?”

Oof. Suddenly, I can’t taste the delicious veal anymore. I can’t feel the wonderful currents of pleasure. “I’m not sure. Um. When I had the accident, the main damage was to my spine and one hip. I wasn’t thinking about kids then. I was thinking about my career.”