Heavy Souls (The Paranormals #2) - Andie M. Long Page 0,5

met her clit and her wet heat. I stroked her clit with my thumb and Lou's head rolled back as she sighed. "Oh, Zak, yes. Is this really happening or am I dreaming?"

"Take off the clothes." I instructed. She lifted the silk slip up and over her head and discarded it. I watched as it hit the floor.

My hands clasped her breasts, stroking them and playing with her nipples, making her hard. That was enough foreplay, I had a job to do.

I lined myself up against her wet entrance and pushed up as she bore down, her pussy enveloping me, managing all my length with ease. This wasn't Lou's first rodeo.

"Ahhhh." She gasped as she rocked up and down on my cock. "Oh yeah. Just like that. Oh yeah."

I continued to play with her clit as I rocked my hips back and forth. My hands were now on her waist steadying her as she took me on a wild ride.

I could feel my balls tighten and knew I was about to come. I increased the pressure on her clit to help take her over.

"Oh, I'm coming, oooh..."

I slammed my hips up, my cock being milked by her greedy pussy as I emptied myself inside her. Then I felt it, the euphoria as I filled up with part of her soul.

She collapsed against the bed. A minute or so passed and then she said. "God, I don't feel so good."

"Oh dear. Maybe you're coming down with what your friend's got? I'm sure you'll be okay in a couple of days. Maybe take a sick day today, yeah?" I told her.

She nodded and closed her eyes, falling to sleep, and I left her dream.

She'd probably have to stay an extra night in her hotel room, but I had another part of a soul towards my target.

And now I needed to try to get some sleep myself.

Erica

Six months earlier

Well. I was not impressed. NOT. IMPRESSED.

We were in the audience for the first live audition and I didn’t know what I'd expected but it wasn’t for an emcee to come on stage and get us to perform like circus monkeys.

‘Can you stand and cheer?’

‘Can you pretend the judges just came out and you are so bloody excited for them to take their seats?’

They made us cheer and scream. They made us yell certain things out. It was all just so FAKE.

“What’s with your face?” Freya said, thoroughly in her element.

“I came here to watch The Paranormals. I didn’t know I’d be in the audience for hours before I even saw a single band member.”

“Then let’s get backstage.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Oh yeah, let’s just walk backstage, say we’re what, press, and then go mingle with all the band?” I said sarcastically.

“Exactly.” Freya took out two lanyards.

My eyes widened. “Erm, Frey. What are they?”

Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Fake backstage passes. I’ve been watching YouTube and some dingbat did a behind the scenes and showed her pass. I know people. They made me two fake ones. As long as they don’t look too closely, we’re good.”

"You know people?"

"My brother designed it for me. You know he's brilliant on Photoshop. Charged me fifty quid, little bastard. Can't complain if it gets me to Rex though."

My jaw dropped, “And if they do look too closely, what are we? Arrested?”

Freya folded her arms across her chest and started to look huffy. “Do you, or do you not, want to take a chance on seeing Zak Jones up close and personal? Because here in our seats they are a mile away and all you’re going to see is them looking like ants on stage. I’d rather be kicked out or arrested. Anyway, we won’t be because they are excellent copies.”

I took a deep breath. The final didn’t start for at least another hour. “Let me get a couple of quick shots down me at the bar first and then let’s do it.”

“Good girl.” Freya squeezed my hand and squealed. “Oh, I hope we get to talk to them.”

I felt a little bit sick. What was I doing?

Taking a chance on seeing Zak. Who knows, if he meets you, he might fall madly in love with you.

“Bar.” I repeated.

I might have gone slightly over the top by drinking four shots of vodka in quick succession, but fifteen minutes later I stood feeling a bit dizzy by Freya’s side as we held up our passes and GOT. IN. BACKSTAGE. I was swaying a little, gobsmacked by the guy waving us through.