She knows things, all right. Her eyes look like she’s seen more than she’d like to share. “You don’t have to be scared. The spirits around you are kind.”
“I have spirits around me?” Charly squeals, her eyes wide.
“We all do,” Mallory replies with a chuckle. “You have problems sleeping. I have just the thing for that.”
She turns to the wall with essential oils and pulls down a small brown vial. “This is vetiver. Just put one or two drops on the soles of your feet and rub them together at bedtime. It’ll help you sleep like a baby.”
“Really?” Charly uncaps it and sniffs, then scowls. “It doesn’t smell good.”
“No, but it works. Here, take some lavender as well, and that’ll cover the smell of the vetiver.”
“How much do I owe you?” Charly asks.
“This is on me,” Mallory replies. “Those shoes you sold me are divine, and I was the talk of the wedding.”
“It’s not nice to outshine the bride,” Charly says.
“Well, then I guess the bride should have bought her shoes from you.” Mallory bags up the oils and passes them to Charly.
“I think we’re going to be good friends, Mallory.”
“I hope so,” Mallory replies. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Simon.”
I nod and guide Charly back out to her car. “Are you okay?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Her hands shake as she starts the car.
“She spooked you.”
“I’m a grown woman who lives in the ghost story capital of the world,” she says with a roll of the eyes, but she’s not fooling me. “I’m just fine.”
“If you say so.”
***
“Did you hear that?” Charly asks that night as we lie in bed. This is the third time she’s asked me in ten minutes.
“No,” I reply and hug her close. “Go to sleep.”
“The vetiver isn’t working.”
“Because you’re too busy listening for ghosts,” I reply and kiss her forehead. “How long have you lived in this house?”
“About five years.”
“And have you ever heard anything before?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, there you go. Your imagination is working overtime. Now go to sleep.”
She settles against me, and just as I’m about to drift off, her head jerks up. “Don’t tell me you didn’t hear that.”
“Okay, that’s it.” I roll on top of her and pin her to the bed, my face buried in her neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Refocusing your attention, since you won’t let me go to sleep.”
“You can sleep. I’m sorry.” She gasps when I pull her nipple between my teeth. “Oh, that’s nice.”
I grin and pay the same attention to the other breast, then slide down her body. I push her knees up beside her ears and lick her, from anus to clit, twice, and then I push inside her in one fast thrust.
“Oh my god!” she exclaims and wraps her legs around my hips, holding on tight.
“Maybe this will help empty your mind.” I plant my thumb on her clit and watch her go wild as I fuck her hard, pressing the base of my cock on my thumb.
“Jesus, Simon.”
“That’s right. Just me, Charlotte. Just me and what we have together.”
She’s clutching onto my shoulders, and arches her neck back as she comes apart, moaning my name.
I pull out and flip her over, pinning her hips to the mattress. I spread her cheeks apart enough to see her glistening pussy, straddle her legs, and push inside her again.
“Fucking love this angle,” I growl and bite her shoulder. She’s white-knuckling the sheets, biting her pillow. I fist her hair and pull back slightly, just so I can see her gorgeous, flushed face. “Your pussy is so bloody tight.”
“Your cock is just big,” she replies between gasps. “God, you’re hitting my spot in just the perfect way.”
“Like this?” I ask and push harder, making her moan.
“Fuck me,” she moans.
“Oh, I am, love.” God, she brings me to my knees. Whether it’s hard and fast or soft and sweet, I’m lost in her. I can’t get enough of her.
Her pussy clenches down on me as she comes again, and I follow her over this time, the orgasm shooting along my spine, sending electricity through every part of me.
“Damn, you’re amazing.”
“You were doing all the work,” she says, still catching her breath. Finally, I roll off of her and she manages to roll onto her back. “I think I’m going to pretend to be afraid more often. The benefits are spectacular.”
“You weren’t pretending, darling,” I reply and suck her nipple into my mouth, loving the way she gasps. “You taste delicious.”
“I bet you