Chapter 10
Alette
“My ghost?” His smile shines through his tears.
It’s shock. He’s swaying as if on the brink of collapse.
I doubt he thinks he’s conscious. It’s hard for me to believe, too, and I’m in a ghostly body.
Walking through the wall was a trip, but I can deal with not being corporal as long as I can be in his arms, something I made sure of when I struck my bargain for returning to this realm.
He can touch and feel me, though he is the only one who can.
“Yeah, notice how I didn’t say your virgin ghost,” I say to lighten the mood. “I died with my virginity intact thanks to you.”
“If it makes you feel better, my surgical choices made me a forever virgin, too. I never meant to kill you—”
“I know, sweetheart,” I reply, shushing him gently.
“We didn’t know we didn’t have time for a long courtship.
I imagine you would have found a thousand ways to woo me within these hospital walls as you bent over backward trying to convince me to get surgery.
You would have been the most charming gentleman until I tricked you into bed. ”
“Tricked me?”
“Tricked, seduced, bedazzled you with my feminine wiles,” I say, kissing away his tears between the words.
“Instead, I just tied us together for eternity. How do you like that? You thought you were operating without consent…Well, I got one better over on you. You’re the only one who can feel me.
I can’t interact with any physical objects.
What you love most, you must share. Frank, your hands are now my hands. ”
“You’re wrong,” he says with a lop-sided grin.
“Oh no, mister, I assure you. I signed the golden parchment at the pearly gates. Your hands are mine—”
“No, I have no doubt I am your sense of touch,” he says with the grin falling from his scarred features.
“What I love most, I refuse to share. Now that I have you back, Alette, I’m never letting you go.
I love you more than my miracle-working hands.
It’s a boon to know you are confined to Haunted Health, because I imprisoned myself in here years ago.
We will never be separated. I’ll be your hands, and you’ll be my heart… if you’ll have me.”
“Nothing will make me happier,” I say with a squeal as he twirls me around again.
Our kisses deepen as the gravity of what we’ve promised to one another hits us.
I pour the love and devotion that brought me back from the dead into the passion between us.
My purpose is to restore his faith in himself and the miracles surrounding him.
The world would lose too many wonderful souls without his life-saving interventions for the heavens to ignore his lonely cries.
It’s my pleasure and honor to be the light who helps him find the way.
It was a no-brainer to sign away my eternity for a chance to be his guardian angel.
That doesn’t mean my behavior must be angelic.
As my hands glide down his waist to cup his ass, I’m reminded that my purpose is to show him love, compassion, and connection by any means I see fit, and that the pleasures of the flesh are as beautifully ordained as sweet vows of chastity.
Thank goodness for his control over my corporal form, so I can grind against the erection tenting his suit pants.
“I love how you look in a suit,” I say between feverish kisses. “But a funeral suit doesn’t fit this occasion quite like a birthday suit. I’ve been reborn today.”
With a wave of my hand, I bend the light around me, and my dress disappears.
He growls against my lips and stoops down to grip my thighs.
I part my legs as he lifts me from the ground to wrap them around his waist. My hands slip under his jacket, but I lack the strength to push it off his shoulders.
He wiggles and struggles until it falls to the floor.
I can open the buttons of his shirt, but his belt is too heavy.
“Don’t give up,” he says as he pants for breath. “We’ll figure this out.”
“I’m not worried when your brilliant mind is motivated,” I say with a laugh. “This problem is easy for someone like you.”
“Someone like us, because we aren’t like everyone else, nor would I want to be,” he says, marching back to his desk with determined strides.
I bounce to the left to sit astride his hip as he reaches with his right hand for the wall.
He matches his elbow to a bend in the waterfall painting hanging at face height.
The wall shakes, then glides open to reveal a secret room.
“We’re monsters, you and I, so we have mystery and magic at our disposal,” he says with a laugh.
“I love it when you laugh. You sound so young and carefree,” I say as he dumps me onto a twin-sized bed. “Do you live here?”
“Yes, future Mrs. Stein,” he says, removing his belt and kicking off his pants. “This is our humble abode. I sold my apartment years ago when I quit returning to the human realm. Well, I still visit my folks for Saturday night dinner…but they will have to feed us here.”
“But I don’t eat!”
“That won’t stop my mother once she falls in love with you.”
“But I’m a ghost!”
“That’s a detail I must investigate,” he says with a growl.
I sink into the mattress as he pounces on me as if I still have my old body.
I’m covered in kisses from my jaw to my cleavage.
Squeezing my thighs, I test my ability to hold him, and I’m delighted when I can.
I know exactly what I’m squeezing next. His breath stutters as I grip his shaft tightly.
I pump him a few times to feel him plump to full mast.
“Be careful, or this won’t last as long as you want, my ghostly wench.”
“I don’t want it to last,” I reply, arching my back as he draws on my nipple. “I want you to explode with passion and desire for me. Don’t hold back, Frank. I want all of you—the monster and the man.”
“How did I get so lucky?” He rests his chin between my breasts to look up at me.
“Sacrifice,” I reply with a shrug. “The heavens watch you closely. You wouldn’t believe the crowd cheering you on from the great beyond. A huge spirit team aids you with gut feelings and miracles. You aren’t alone.”
“No, not anymore,” he says, nuzzling my breasts. “I have you. I love you, Alette.”
“I love you, Frank.” My brain is scrambled as he begins to pleasure my breasts with long draws and tiny flicks of his tongue.
I squirm as he pleasures me to the edge of reason before sliding down my ghostly body.
My legs are thrown over his shoulders as he feasts between my thighs.
I alternate locking my muscles around his head and forcing myself as wide as I can stretch.
Then he does it. I don’t know what it is because I’m blinded by pleasure.
“Do that again!”
“This?” He traces his tongue along the left side of my clit, pressing it against my labia. He then repeats the same motion on the right, but it isn’t the same.
“Yes, yes, yes! On the left side! No, my left side!”
The man attacks his task of pleasing me with the unerring focus that he attacks everything else. I strain my groin muscles to open wider and press my greedy pussy against his mouth. He writes poetry with his tongue just where I want him, as love coils deep within me.
“More! More! Wait!” I barrel toward climax like a runaway railcar until my muscles go rigid. My back bows off the bed. I hear my screams but don’t feel them leave my mouth.
My mind centers on the pounding of my cervix as he slowly invades my body.
My channel grips and massages him with long contractions.
He allows my internal muscles to lead the way to bliss in steady strokes.
We rock gently as my peak takes him over the edge, not with a roar of conquest, but with the sigh of completion.
The splash of his ejaculation coats my walls before dripping through me and onto the bed as a sad reminder that my womb will never be fertilized.
I’m no longer a virgin, but I’m still stuck in this phase of life.
“I’m sorry,” I say as fresh tears coat my cheeks. “I trapped you.”
“Whatever do you mean? I’m so happy, I could fly.” He says against my neck, planting open-mouthed kisses on my fevered form.
“We’ll never be parents! Aren’t you disappointed? I tied you to a womb that can’t bear children.”
“I never wanted to be one,” he confesses.
“You’re just saying that.”
“Alette, feel me,” he says as he withdraws from my body.
I already regret bringing up the future, but the emptiness adds insult to injury. He holds my hand around his cock, moving my fingers in circles over the ridges that brought me so much pleasure.
“When I reconstructed my cock, it was for release, not making babies. I’m as infertile as you. Ask yourself, would a cold man like me dream of fatherhood?”
“But you’re selfless, noble, and—”
“Married to Haunted Health, my dear,” he says, petting my cheek. “I have all I need if you love me. You put the haunted in Haunted Health. That’s all the family I can handle.”
“What if you change your mind?”
“I’ll visit Bracken’s nursery; that’s all the birth control a man could ever need.”
“As long as I’m enough…”
“Alette, you are enough—just by being you. I love you, darling, for eternity. Thank you for tying us together and giving me a reason to wake up in the morning.”
“Not even death could keep me from you.”
“Now, who’s the show-off miracle worker?”
“We are…”