Chapter 2 #3
“Well, hello…” The first voice said in a sultry tone. “Yup, definitely alive.”
Ghost cracked an eye open. He was pretty sure he was awake, and this wasn’t about to become a porno-esque dream.
Standing over him were two women, maybe in their mid to late twenties.
One was heavier, curvy, with brunette hair and eyes nearly as green as his.
Her skin was tanned, though it looked too natural to be from a bottle.
She stood down by his feet while the other woman was kneeling on the couch, bent over him.
She was leaner, and more muscled. She looked like she was a runner with how toned her thighs were.
Her thick, light blonde waves were up in a messy bun on top of her head, and based on her hair, Ghost concluded that this was Becks, Ranger’s sister.
Both women were wearing pajamas, making it very obvious that neither one was wearing a bra.
“Good morning,” the brunette said, smiling down at him. It was her voice that he had recognized. Even now, those simple two words seemed so familiar to him. “You must be Ghost.”
Ghost blinked. Holy fuck! The second she said his name, he recalled where he knew her voice from.
She was Rebel, from The Cat Lives podcast. The one he masturbated to on many, many occasions.
One time when she’d been debating the best Patrick Swayze movies, she’d said the word ‘ghost’ fifty-seven times in twenty minutes. He came twice.
There was absolutely no controlling his erection now.
His groin tightened, and he had to hold himself physically still so he didn’t pounce on her.
She was incredible, short and stalky with a wicked gleam in her green eyes.
And holy fuck, those pink pajama shorts and tank top hid absolutely nothing.
Ghost would never understand women’s obsession with being skinny.
He understood the desire to be healthy, but he certainly did not want to fuck a skeleton.
He’d much rather a woman with some meat on her bones.
His pre-coffee brain was still trying to figure out why tackling her was a bad idea.
“Liam said you were hot,” the blonde said, looking him up and down. “But damn. Just look at all that muscle, and tattoos.”
Rebel, the brunette, smacked her friend’s arm. “Oh my God! Really? Must you?” She turned her attention back down to Ghost, who was still lying flat on his back on the carpet with a raging erection. “I am so sorry about her. She’s not quite right in the head. I’m—”
“Girls, what are you doing in the living room?” came a new voice. Another one that he recognized. Only this time it was Loretta, Ranger’s mother.
As she turned at Loretta’s voice, Rebel slipped on the end of the quilt Ghost had brought with him from Ranger’s bedroom.
Like a cartoon character, she flailed her arms around for a moment as she fought for balance.
Ghost bolted upright, with the intent to catch her, but got his legs caught in the blanket too.
At some point in the night, he must have kicked the blanket down his legs.
Gravity won the battle. She twisted, coming right down on top of him.
White, hot agony radiated through him as her knee connected with his dick.
He lost all sense of strength or control, flopping backwards onto the carpeting with Rebel on top of him.
His entire body seized up, and he couldn’t breathe.
He barely even heard the sounds of concern coming from the others in the room.
Rebel tried to scramble up—only to have her elbow connect with his eye.
Air came rushing back into him, and Ghost let out a shout as his head warred with his balls as to which was in more pain.
Instinct wanted him to roll into a fetal position on the carpet, but a weight settled onto his lower abdomen.
And despite it all, his lizard brain picked up on the fact that Rebel, the woman whose voice he’d been obsessed with for months, was currently straddling him while barely clothed.
His eye throbbing as his balls tried to shrivel their way back up inside his body, Ghost laid there for a moment just…
stunned. Even flustered, completely embarrassed and red-faced, she was incredible.
Curves and love handles with breasts he could squeeze and fondle.
She wasn’t an overly tall woman. From the way her knees hugged his sides, he had to wonder if her knees could even reach the carpeting under him.
“I am so sorry!” she kept repeating, like her landing on him in this precarious way wasn’t exactly what he’d envisioned happening from the moment he realized why he recognized her voice.
Only able to look up at her with one eye, Ghost drank her in. He had no idea what her real name was or why she was in Ranger’s house, but he honestly didn’t care. She was going to be his. He’d never been so sure of anything in his life.
He just had to find his balls first before he could make them useful.
For years, Ghost had watched his club brothers fall for their women.
He hadn’t understood it, their immediate confidence that she was theirs.
He got it now. He understood with a certainty that bordered on insanity.
There was absolutely nothing, nothing, on this planet that would keep this woman from becoming his.
“What the fuck is going on here?!”
Ranger’s voice cut through his thoughts, bringing back the reality that Rebel and he weren’t alone on some desolate island.
No, they were in the middle of Loretta’s living room with Ranger’s sister and mother as the two of them also shouted concerns and queries about whether Ghost and Rebel were okay.
Rebel turned her upper body, leaving her legs still straddling Ghost’s middle. “Liam! Get over here, you need to help him!”
“Why the fuck are you on him?” Ranger asked, clearly familiar with who she was.
“Language,” Loretta scolded. “I’ll get some ice. His eye is swelling.” The small, older woman rushed from the room.
Becks worked her way off the couch. Ranger, whose attention was still down on Ghost and Rebel on the floor, held out a hand to help his sister off the couch. “She tripped and fell on the blanket. She got him in the balls and the eye.”
The reminder did absolutely nothing to distract Ghost from the agony still raging in his groin.
Ranger stepped forward, a cheeky smile on his face.
The guy was dressed only in a pair of jeans, like he’d thrown them on really quick to head downstairs when he heard the commotion.
He also held his hand out to Rebel. “Well, you sitting on him likely isn’t helping, B. Get up so I can take a look at him.”
A groan that had nothing to do with pain left Ghost as she took Ranger’s hand and let him help her off Ghost’s abdomen.
One hand on his eye, the other flew to his groin as he finally had access to cup his battered balls.
Yeah, they were still there. He just wasn’t positive in that moment whether that was a good thing or not.
Once she was standing, Ranger leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Good job, sis, taking him down. Been a while since anyone’s done that.”
Ghost frowned, his eyebrows drawing together. Wait—did Ranger just call her ‘sis’? As in sister? His eyes fell to her left hand as Rebel’s blush returned. A hand that had a large engagement ring on the third finger.
His eyes flew back and forth between the two women, and he realized his fatal mistake: the blonde wasn’t Ranger’s sister.
Rebel was. Rebel, a nickname for Rebecca.
He was such a fucking moron. Because not only was the woman he’d just silently claimed Ranger’s sister, but she was also the bride at the wedding in two days.