Chapter 11 Forever
ELEVEN
FOREVER
JOHNNY
Ineed to claim her. I need to fuck her. I need to know what it’s like to have her under me at last, to feed her my cock, only in her pussy instead of her mouth. If it’s anything as magical as when she sucked me off, it’ll be even harder to drive away come midnight.
I have to. Someone up above—or down below—is looking out for me because I have until midnight.
Most years, the race starts minutes before.
Maybe I should’ve known then that Cassidy made a difference…
that the ending was destined to change this time…
because the Oldsmobile arrived earlier than usual.
It’s gone now. It’s gone, and I have just enough time to show Cassidy that’s been considered the property of Johnny Gray from the moment she set foot in Shadowvale.
I could bring her home. I could take her to the privacy of the barn, or the most hopping spot make-out when I was still alive. I could, but on the anniversary of my death, there’s only one place I can think to bring her to consummate our new union.
Ghost and human.
Man and wife.
Johnny and Cassidy.
I died in the trees off Scotty’s Curve. With Cassidy in my arms, I’ll be reborn again… until the clock strikes midnight on Halloween and I’ll have to say goodbye for another year.
One night. All along, she’s gotten it in her head that we were bound to only share one night.
No.
This is just our first night, and I know that I picked the right woman to keep by my side for eternity because, when I turn around, heading right for the spot where I died all those years ago, she doesn’t ask questions.
Not anymore. Maybe it’s obvious. Maybe the race…
the adrenaline and the exhilaration that went with it… served as foreplay for her, too.
Or maybe I want her so desperately that my magic is stopping her from thinking it’s strange that I want to do this, parked in the trees, hidden off of a legendary road.
Parking was key. The moment I killed the engine, we lunged for each other. Making out in the back seat before was slow, sensual. I savored her taste, enjoyed the way she melted into me.
Now?
There’s no time for any of that.
As if she senses the same urgency that I do, when I yank away and bark, “Outside… there’s more room outside,” Cassidy doesn’t even wait for me to play the part of a gentleman, chivalrously getting out of my car and going to open her side for her.
She just throws open the door, stumbling out into the night, her beautiful face stunning with the joy and the wonder and anticipation that’s written all over it.
Her laugh is still in my ears when I hoist her up by the hips, lifting her onto the hood of the Mustang.
She hisses.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“Just a little hot. That’s all.”
Fuck. She’s still mortal, and she can hurt. Quickly, I shrug off the leather jacket that rematerialized on my back as soon as we accidentally left it behind on the overlook; something else I convinced her not to notice.
I lay it on the top of the hood. “Sit on it.”
Her eyes twinkle under the stars. “You got it, baby.”
Cassidy shifts her weight so that she has the layer of protection beneath her ass. As though ready and eager for what she expects to come next, she leans back on her elbows. She parts her legs, rucking up her skirt so that I can’t miss what she’s offering me.
My mouth waters again. I remember her taste so vividly. I want nothing more than to lower myself and start lapping at her pussy again—no. No. That’s not true.
There’s one thing I want more, and before Halloween is over, I’m going to fucking have it.
My fingers fumble with the belt, still shaking slightly from the race, from the fear that I could’ve lost her, from the realization that I almost missed out on this.
Keening softly, Cassidy watches me like she knows. Like she can sense my desperation for her.
And she likes it.
“Johnny…”
My name is a whisper. It’s a please.
It’s a command.
That’s my girl.
I get the buckle loose. Unbutton my jeans. Pull down the zipper. Reaching into my briefs, I freed my cock… but then I stop.
I don’t move. Not yet.
I’ve dreamed of this moment for almost a century.
Every since I saw my first risque pin-up girl in a centerfold, I’ve wondered what it would be like to have a woman accept me into her body like that.
Before Cassie, I was doing everything to survive a rough life and an even rougher old man.
She was my salvation, but she was a too-good girl.
Kisses were my due, but I couldn’t have any other part of her until we were married.
I still have the ring I saved up for a year in my back pocket. I can’t wait until Cassidy wears it on her finger, but while I listened to Cassie about keeping chaste because that’s what she wanted, I’m so fucking glad that Cassidy won’t make me wait until we’re officially wed to own her body.
Besides, the way I see it, the moment she let me put my mouth on her most private of parts, she was my wife. Our union was sealed when she greedily took my cock into her mouth.
What’s going to happen now?
That’s just another communion.
She scoots a little closer to me. “Hey. You okay?” she asked, her voice rough and wrecked in the best way.
I can’t speak. Just nod and try to figure out how I want to do this.
“If you don’t want to—”
Oh, hell no. “I do.”
“I mean… we both have to want it.”
I move so quickly, I smash my Living shins against the grate of the Mustang.
It hurts, but not as much as the ache in my cock.
Ignoring the pain, I grab Cassidy by the back of the throat, jerking her toward me.
The leather slides down the hood; with it, Cassidy ends up trapped between me and the Mustang once she lands on her feet.
I move to give her enough space to be comfortable, but not enough that she can escape me.
I kiss her. I kissed her the way she deserves, with a fire that is all-consuming, until both of us feel like we’re burning from the inside out.
When I’m done, I grab her hand, shoving her palm against my erection. “Don’t you ever doubt how much I want you, sweetheart. You get up on that car, you give me your pussy, and I’m gonna take it.”
Cassidy—my Cassidy—grins. “Promise.”
Another punishing kiss is my answer.
When I finally release her for the second time, she gives me a gentle shove to the chest. For one almost heart-stopping moment, I think she changed her mind. That I came on too strong. That I’ll need to convince her to accept me another way… but then she turns.
To my amazement, my girl bends over the hood, chest pressed against the black leather jacket she readjusted before she got in position. Her sweater is bunched beneath her ribs. One hand braces against the windshield. The other reaches behind her, throwing up her pretty pink skirt.
Her ass—bare, perfect, waiting—arches back toward me.
“Figured this was the easiest way to convince you to fuck me,” she says over her shoulder. “Hope that’s okay. You kinda look like you needed convincing.”
Turnabout is fairplay, I guess. I made her grab my cock so she knew I was read. Now it’s my turn.
I groan, stepping in as close to Cassidy as I can without smashing her shins into the grate. run my hand over the curve of her nearest ass cheek before sliding my fingers through her slit.
She’s undeniably ready for me. Her curls are soaked, her pussy lips swollen, her secret skin so soft, I want to cry.
I want to fuck.
She trembles at my gentle touch. I’m teasing her. I know I am. I know that I’m running out of time… but I need to hear her beg me for it. I need to know she wants this as badly as I do.
“Johnny,” she whispers. “Please—”
“No, sweetheart,” I rasp, “say it like you mean it.”
She whimpers, rolling her hips. “Fuck—please, Johnny. Please fuck me. I’ve been waiting all night for you to.”
In that case, I don’t see why I should torture either one of us for another second.
I grip her hips and plunge into her. All night has been a long dance leading to this moment and I know that she can take me—and she does.
I shift my own hips once I’m in, going slow at first, letting her feel all of me, the real me, the Johnny Gray who returned from the dead for just tonight if only to have this.
I start slow, but the grip of her pussy pulling me in is so powerful, I lose all semblance of control.
She cries out, all ten fingers clawing at the windshield as I pound into her from behind.
No more waiting.
No more haunting.
Only here.
Only now.
Only us.
With every thrust, I claim her. With my body, my soul, and all of the ghostly energy I can spare without fading away to nothingness… I let Cassidy Montrose know that she’s mine, I’m hers, and it will be like that forever and always.
For seventy years, I’ve wondered what it would be like to get inside my sweetheart. Now I know.
And they’ll have to kill me again to get me to leave her.
Midnight tonight, I’m a ghost again. There’s no way around that. But I’ll wait for her until next Halloween, and the one after that. I’ll continue to watch her. To stalk her. To haunt her.
She’ll never escape me, and after tonight, I only hope I’ve done enough that she won’t want to.
I bow my body over hers, pistoning my hips so that there isn’t anywhere for me to go but inside of my girl.
I already feel the chill on the other side of the veil creeping toward me.
Her warmth is enough to banish most of it, and I crave it almost as much as I crave the soft panting sounds she’s making.
“You’re mine,” I rasp against the back of her throat, sucking her skin, tasting her sweat and sweetness all at once. “Say it.”
She shoves her ass into my groan, begging for more. Begging for me… just like I’ve always wanted. “I’m yours… God, Johnny, I’m yours.”
The words hit me harder than the crash ever did.
A fiend now, I pick up the pace, hammering into her, the hood rocking beneath us, the Mustang purring like even the stolen car knows I’m re-writing history here.
She clenches tighter, gasping my name, and I can tell when she comes.
Her whole delectable body quakes, from head to two, as she shatters all around me.
I give myself permission to let go then, burying myself inside her, my forehead pressed to her back, groaning her name like it’s my salvation… because it is.
“Cassidy…”
And when I finally come in a rush, it isn’t just seventy years’ of pure release.
It’s forever.