4. Ghost
GHOST
She said kiss me and I stop fighting it.
I take her mouth hard, my hand fisting in her hair, tilting her head back so I can kiss her the way I've been wanting to since I first saw her. Deep. Demanding. My tongue sliding against hers while she moans and grabs at my shirt like she needs something to hold onto.
I've been holding back for two days. Watching her, wanting her, telling myself all the reasons I couldn't have her.
Fuck the reasons. Fuck all of it.
I grip her hips and spin her around, pressing her front against the door. She gasps as I crowd in behind her, my cock hard against her ass, my mouth hot at her ear.
"You have any idea what you've been doing to me?" I grind against her and she whimpers, her palms flat on the wood. "Two days. Two fucking days of watching you, wanting you, not being able to touch you."
"I know." Her voice is shaky. "I've been going crazy too."
I drag my teeth along the side of her neck, feeling her shiver. "Not anymore."
I reach around and unbutton her jeans, shoving my hand inside. She's soaked through her underwear, and when I slide my fingers through her folds she's slick and hot and ready.
"Christ." I press my forehead against the back of her head, trying to hold onto some shred of control. "You're dripping."
"Please." She pushes back against my hand. "I need you to touch me."
"I know what you need."
I find her clit and rub in tight circles, no teasing, no buildup. She's been waiting for this as long as I have and I'm done making us wait. She moans and her head falls back against my shoulder, her hips rocking into my hand.
"That's it." I work her clit faster, harder. "Let go. Come for me."
It doesn't take long. She's been wound so tight, and within a minute she's crying out, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching around nothing while I rub her through it.
Before she's even finished I'm stripping her. Jeans shoved down her legs, underwear gone, shirt yanked over her head. I spin her around and look at her — flushed and panting in nothing but a white bra — and something primal roars to life in my chest.
Mine.
I unhook her bra and toss it aside, then pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her to the bed, dropping her onto the mattress. She lands on her back and looks up at me, her tits heaving, her eyes dark with want.
I pull my shirt over my head and watch her gaze rake down my body. My chest, my stomach, the tattoos covering my arms. She bites her lip and I have to remind myself to breathe.
I unbuckle my belt and shove my jeans down, kicking them aside. Her eyes drop to my cock and her thighs fall open wider, an instinct she doesn't even seem aware of.
I knee onto the bed, settling between her thighs. I can feel the heat of her, feel how wet she is against the head of my cock.
I push inside her in one long stroke.
We both groan. She's tight — so fucking tight — hot and wet and gripping me like she was made for this. I hold still for a second, buried to the hilt, giving her a moment to adjust.
"Okay?" I grit out.
"More." She digs her nails into my shoulders. "Give me more."
I pull back and drive into her hard, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed, her legs wrapping tighter around me. I do it again. And again. Setting a punishing pace while the headboard slams against the wall.
"Yes, yes, right there—"
I hitch her leg higher, changing the angle, and she wails. I've found the spot that makes her see stars and I hit it over and over, watching her face contort with pleasure.
"Touch yourself," I tell her. "Play with your clit while I fuck you."
She reaches between us and starts rubbing, and the sight of her touching herself while I'm buried inside her makes my cock twitch.
"That's it. Make yourself come on my cock."
She falls apart with a scream, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I have to stop moving or I'll come too. I hold still, gritting my teeth, feeling her pulse and clench around me.
The second the aftershocks fade, I pull out and flip her over onto her stomach.
"Up," I tell her, gripping her hips and pulling them back. "I want you on your knees."
She scrambles to obey, still shaky, and I line myself up behind her. I push back into her from behind and we both groan at the new angle — deeper, harder, letting me get more leverage.
"Fuck." Her hands fist in the sheets. "Oh god, that's deep."
I grip her hips and start to move. Long, hard strokes that make the bed shake. She pushes back to meet me, taking everything I give her, moaning into the pillow.
"You feel so fucking good." I'm panting, sweat dripping down my spine. "This tight little pussy, squeezing my cock. You have any idea how long I've wanted this?"
"Tell me." She's panting, her face pressed into the pillow. "Tell me how long."
"Since the second I saw you." I slam into her harder. "Curled up on that couch in your bare feet, looking at me like you couldn't decide if you wanted to slap me or fuck me."
She laughs, breathless. "Both. Definitely both."
I lean over her, my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. "You can slap me later. Right now I'm going to make you come again."
I reach around and find her clit, rubbing in fast circles while I fuck her. She wails, her arms giving out, her face pressed into the mattress.
"I can't. It's too much."
"Yes you can." I rub harder, thrust deeper. "One more. Give me one more."
She screams into the pillow as she comes, her whole body convulsing, her pussy milking my cock. I fuck her through it, chasing my own release, and when I come it's with a groan torn from somewhere deep in my chest.
I collapse over her, both of us breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
For a long moment neither of us moves. I'm draped over her back, my face buried in her hair, her body trembling beneath me.
"Holy shit," she finally manages.
"Yeah."
I pull out slowly and she whimpers at the loss. I roll onto my back and pull her with me, tucking her against my side. She's boneless, completely wrecked, and I've never seen anything more satisfying.
"I can't feel my legs," she mumbles against my chest.
"Good."
"That was..." She trails off, shaking her head. "I don't have words."
I run my hand down her spine, feeling her shiver. We lie there in silence, catching our breath. She's limp against me, completely spent, probably thinks we're done.
We're not done.
I'm already getting hard again. Can't help it — she's naked and warm and pressed against me, and I've been starving for this for two days. One round isn't going to be enough. Not even close.
I roll her onto her back and she blinks up at me, surprised.
"Ghost? What are you—"
"I told you I was going to fuck you until you couldn't remember your name." I settle between her thighs, my cock nudging against her entrance. She's still wet, still swollen, still sensitive from the last round. "You remember your name?"
"I... yes?"
"Then we're not done."
I slide into her and she gasps, her eyes going wide.
"Oh god, already?"
"Already." I start to move, slower this time. Long, deep strokes that make her whimper. "And I'm going to take my time with you now."
I fuck her slow and deep, drawing it out. No rushing, no urgency. Just my cock dragging against every nerve ending while she writhes beneath me.
"Ghost, please." She's digging her nails into my back. "Faster. Harder. Anything, just give me more."
"No." I keep the same steady pace. "You wanted more. You're going to take it the way I give it."
She whines in frustration and I smile against her neck. I fuck her slow and deep until she's begging, until her nails are raking down my back, until she's so desperate to come she's practically sobbing.
"Please, Ghost, please. I need to come. Please let me come."
"Is that what you need?"
"Yes, please, I'll do anything."
I slam into her and she screams. I pick up the pace, pounding into her while she claws at my back and cries out with every thrust.
"Come," I growl against her ear. "Come on my cock like a good girl."
She shatters. Her whole body goes rigid, her pussy clenching around me in waves, and I fuck her through it before letting myself go. I bury myself deep and come with a groan, filling her up for the second time.
This time when I collapse, I don't have the energy to do anything but roll to the side and pull her against me. We're both covered in sweat, both breathing like we've run a marathon, both completely spent.
"India," I say after a while.
"Mm?"
"What's your name?"
She laughs weakly against my chest. "I don't know. You fucked it right out of my head."
I smile into her hair. Good.
She falls asleep within minutes, curled against my side, her breath warm on my skin.
I should sleep too. God knows I'm exhausted in the best way possible.
But my mind won't shut off. Because somewhere out there, Harris Grey is still watching. Still planning. Still thinking he has some claim on the woman currently passed out in my bed.
The package today proved he knows where she is. Knows she's with the club. The delivery guy was a dead end — paid cash, no description that means anything. But Harris didn't just guess she was here. Someone talked, or he followed her, or he's got access to something we haven't found yet.
Tomorrow I'll sit down with King and the others. Go through everything. Figure out how the fuck he tracked her and shut it down.
But tonight — tonight she's here. Safe. Mine.
I pull her closer, press a kiss to the top of her head, and close my eyes.
The next morning, I leave her sleeping and head to the main room.
King's already at the bar with Lock and Diesel. They look up when I walk in, and I see the knowing looks on their faces. The walls aren't that thick.
"Don't," I say.
"I wasn't going to say anything," Diesel says, grinning.
"Your face is saying plenty."
Lock just gives me that quiet look of his. The one that means he sees everything and isn't going to comment on any of it.
"We need to figure out how he found her," I say, sitting down. "The package wasn't random. He knew exactly where to send it."
King nods, all business. "What are we looking at? Tail? Leak? Something digital?"
"Her team's out. They don't know she's here — Nate kept that tight. Could be he followed me from Phoenix, but I was checking my mirrors the whole ride. I would've seen a tail."
"Digital, then," Lock says. "She leave anything behind? Phone, laptop, anything with GPS?"
"Left her phone at the hotel. Nate's got her laptop."
"Could be something else. Smartwatch. AirTag in her luggage. Something she wouldn't think to check."
I hadn't thought of that. Fuck.
"I'll go through her stuff," I say. "See if there's anything that could be transmitting."
"In the meantime, we keep eyes out," King says. "Anyone sees anything suspicious — anyone hanging around, anyone asking questions — they report it immediately."
Diesel nods. "I'll put the prospects on rotation. Make sure someone's always watching the perimeter."
"Good." I stand up. "I'll let you know what I find."
I'm halfway back to my room when Diesel calls after me.
"Ghost."
I turn.
He's grinning again. "She seems nice."
"Shut up."
His laughter follows me down the hallway.
India's still asleep when I slip back into the room. I stand in the doorway for a moment, watching her — tangled in my sheets, her hair spread across my pillow, peaceful in a way she probably hasn't been in weeks.
I'm in deep. Way deeper than I should be.
And I don't give a shit.