Ghost Within [ Hot Flashes]

The Ghost Within Kendra Clark All rights reserved.

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Becoming possessed by ghosts of star crossed lovers really wasn’t listed on the ‘to do’ list today. The day had started out innocently enough. Get up. Get dressed. Show a promising client an old house and make a sale. And seal my fate as Samwell Real Estate’s top agent. All of those things were on the ‘to do’ list. Standing in a 19th century, burgundy brick home, possessed by its ghostly inhabitants, with my hand on my hot potential buyer’s tight ass, was not. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t heard rumors the place was haunted. It was labeled “hopeless sale” and every client of the agency had avoided the listing like the Black Plague. Until today, I reminded myself. It was also why I was thrilled at an interested buyer. And what a potential he was -- tall and handsome in his khaki slacks and pale blue polo shirt hugging the taut planes of his chest. He was muscular and then some. He had tousled curly blond hair and crystal blue eyes that were like looking into clear sky on a summer’s day. And here I stood with his firm backside in the palm of my hand. “I’ve wanted to feel you for so long,” I heard my mouth say, but it wasn’t really me saying it. It was her. The ghost that had possessed my body the moment I’d walked through the door. “Me too. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you, Gertie,” Alex’s mouth said. Gertie? Poor ghost. But being called Gertie wasn’t the worst part of this predicament. The worst part was my client, Alex Sast, had apparently become possessed with her lover’s spirit because his hand had just come around to grope my tush as well. And damn it felt

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good. I should be fighting this. Honestly, I should, but the simple fact was this: I’d wanted Alex ever since I’d laid eyes on his hot body two weeks ago and hadn’t had the nerve to breach the ‘don’t date clients’ policy Samwell Real Estate had for all agents. But technically, this wasn’t really me. And even more technically, that wasn’t Alex. And if our bodies just happened to allow these two spirits to get their nasty on -- so be it! Who was I to stop destiny? The musty smell of the mutely lit room might have deterred my lust a smidge, but when Alex’s hand began to work its way along the hem of my skirt, dragging a finger softly along my inner thigh, I lost all reason. Tingles shimmered up my leg, stopping at the sensitive place between the juncture of my thighs and making me wet with desire. My breathing became shallow as I tried to hide how much the slightest contact aroused me. God, it’d been too long since I’d been touched that way. I mean, I had been concentrating on my career so much I hadn’t had time to date. Truthfully, I hadn’t found anyone I’d been interested in… until now. The cold spirit slithered within my body and it felt as though a thousand needles prickled up and down my arm and legs. I knew Gertie was feeling it too by the way our auras melded into one another and her arousal intermingled with my own. Gertie lifted my arms around Alex’s neck and pressed my lips to his in a demanding kiss. He drank me fast, slow and all kinds of thirsty while I moved myself closer to his hard torso. Her arousal aligned with mine was almost too much to bear. I was going to have Alex/whoever else was in his body and I was going to have him here and now. Whether or not he bought Bordeaux Manor, today would be chalked up as a successful one. “Gertie, I -- I tried to stop them. I swear I did,” Alex’s ghost murmured. His thumb traced the bottom of my lip. “I know you did, Ben. I know, darling. You didn’t mean for them to kill us. I

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know you didn’t.” I felt tears prickle my eyes with her words and I blinked them back. I had no idea what they were talking about, but their emotions were about to interfere with me boinking Alex and I couldn’t have that. I wasn’t a cold-hearted woman. Truly I wasn’t, but this was getting a little deep and the only thing I wanted deep was attached to the man in front of me and I wasn’t going to stop until I had it. I forced myself to fight the spirit within me in order to pull myself harder against Alex, the hard planes of his chest rigid along the softness of my curves. I reached up and kissed him harder, his lips searing mine as his warm tongue plunged into my welcoming mouth. He tasted of the Starbuck’s peppermint cappuccino he’d obviously had for breakfast. The slightest touch -- if one could call ass groping the slightest touch -- had my nether regions in a frenzy of excitement. I needed, no craved, to be a bad girl. Just this once. I yearned to shoot the ‘don’t date clients’ policy the proverbial middle finger and ride Alex Sast until he couldn’t walk. Wasn’t planning on having so much company, but it had afforded me enough excuse. “Oh, Gertie, I need you, darling. I need you like the summer needs the sun. Like the desert craves the rain.” Alex’s mouth moved, but I knew they weren’t his words. I couldn’t imagine him speaking in such a manner. Hopefully, Gertie would tell him to stop with the mushy because it was ruining my ‘get my freak on’ mode. “I need you too. It’s been hell being a spirit. Seeing you and not touching your beautiful body. Not being able to feel you inside me.” Okay, now Gertie was beginning to speak my language, but then it turned. “I’ve missed you so much. T-that horrible night. When I saw you j-just lying there.” Alex’s hand cupped my cheek. “Sh…” he mouthed. “It’s okay now, darling. Everything’s okay.” “You were so cold,” my mouth said again. Another tear prickled my eye. Damn, I was moody enough with my own emotions, let alone someone else tying theirs in with

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mine. I had to take control back. I couldn’t help wonder what she was talking about. What had these spirits gone through? “I’m not now.” His voice held a dare behind it. Sort of a come feel me now I’m hot and ready sort of dare. I was more than willing to oblige. “No, you’re not,” I agreed. My eyes drifted down the length of him, pausing at the bulge that no doubt felt the effects of our visitors as well. God, he was gorgeous. “Touch me,” he murmured just before taking my mouth once more. Yes, I thought. Touch him. Go on, Gert. I could feel his hardened length pressing through his trousers. If it felt half as impressive as it looked, old Gertie and I were in for a real treat. My hand stretched out, cupping his hard cock through his pants. Oh, God, he felt good. Lean and ready. He moaned as I unzipped his trousers and cupped the searing flesh in my palm. Alex grabbed my shoulder, his lovely blue eyes boring into mine as if to see my soul -- her soul -- whoever’s soul -- and then crushed his mouth to mine. My hand stroked his cock as I reveled in the deep guttural moans emitting from his mouth. “Good God, Kami.” He said my name. I paused, wondering how the ghost could know my name. I searched his eyes once more. It was Alex. He, like myself, knew exactly what was going on and I’d be damned, he was enjoying it. “Alex?” I had control of my mouth, my words were my own. “Yeah, what’s going on, Kam?” I continued stroking as the weight of the ghost lifted from my body. Simmering sensations replaced the icy ones, like sitting by a fireplace on a winter’s day. It was kind of awkward, being possessed, then having the spirit leave you at the exact moment you had a cock in your hand. At that point I could’ve done two things. One, drop the hot appendage as if it had cooties. Or two, continue stroking Alex’s beautiful penis until I finished what I had started. I went with the second option.

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His palm came up to cup my breast. His strong, lean fingers playfully nipped at the tip. Oh yeah, Alex wouldn’t disappoint me. His eyes searched mine for reason, any type of explanation, but there wasn’t any I could offer. I just kept touching him, feeling him, stroking his strength and reveling in the way his head fell back in pleasure. A shimmer ran the length of me once more. Gertie was back and in charge. “Ben, oh God, Ben,” she said using my mouth. “Yes, darling, I’m here. I love when you touch me with your hands. But you remember what I like the most, don’t you, love?” Ben asked the question. Honestly, I had no clue to the answer. I was about to find out as Gertie used my body to kneel down and put me eye to eye with the cock I’d just been handling. Long, hard, and looking every bit delicious. I stared at what was to become my meal. Then, before I could do anything about it, Gertie took Alex’s cock into my mouth. He tasted warm, like hazelnuts on a cold day. Delicious. And I wanted to suck the very essence from him. Alex’s hand came around to massage the back of my head and control the rhythm. “You are a dirty girl.” Now I have to admit, I don’t know who said that. Alex? Ben? With four people in on the action it was getting a little difficult. But one thing was for sure. I was enjoying myself, and the excitement of being in a ménage, even with two dead people, was hot and something I’d never done before. “Mmm…” I moaned as he pumped his cock into my mouth over and over. The tip tickled the back of my throat and when I moved him out of my mouth, I circled the head with the tip of my tongue, tasting the tangy liquid forming at its end, before taking him all the way in once more. He drew up tight, ready for release, but I didn’t want that to happen just yet. Selfish, I know, but I didn’t. Thankfully, neither did Gertie. She pulled us back, looked up into his beautiful eyes. Placed my hands on his rock-solid chest. “I need to feel you,” I murmured, still tasting him in my mouth.

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I stood up. Alex held my shoulders and pressed a searing kiss to my mouth. In an instant, we all tumbled onto the old couch with a white linen sheet covering it. He moved my skirt just above my hips and yanked my panties from me. Before I knew it, his finger tempted my pussy, delving in and readying me. Then, he grabbed his cock, and nudged my entrance. “Yes, Ben, yes,” Gertie said through me but honestly, I was thinking yes, Alex, yes. I was so freaking hot by that point I didn’t really mind that the extra couple was there to join us. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked. And from the serious look on Alex’s face -- was about to be fucked. He entered and my hips literally bucked as he filled me to the brim. With every forward press of his hips, my insides screamed in delight. His cock was perfect. Utterly, magnificently perfect. And he knew just what to do with it. My fingers came around to clasp his ass as his lengthy cock pummeled into me. He couldn’t fuck me hard enough. And my pussy wept in anticipation of each thrust. It was wonderful and Alex was as virile a lover as I had imagined. Or was it Ben? Did it even matter at that point? No, I decided, it didn’t. I was having sex in broad daylight in an abandoned, impossible-to-sell house. So really, at this point, sanity was the furthest thing from my mind. His callused fingers came up to pluck my hardened nipples through the silk of my shirt. Then he lifted my shirt and bra and captured my nipple with his mouth as he continued to pound into my wetness. Damn, this was my best day at work yet. Then the weirdest thing happened. Okay, maybe the weirdest had already happened, it was hard to tell. It was as though I felt all of Gertie’s emotions intermingling with mine. All of her love for Ben. All of her arousal, encompassed with mine. I was turned on times ten and it was almost too much to bear. “Ben, oh Ben. I love you so much. D-darling, you are marvelous. Just the way I imagined you would be.”

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It was odd hearing someone’s personal feelings coming from my mouth, but I was so hot, so turned on, I just let it happen. Alex’s mouth stopped torturing my nipple and came up to claim my mouth once more. My arms snaked around him, and hung on for the remainder of the ride. “Ben, oh, Ben,” Gertie said. “I’m here, baby. We’re together again.” The sweetest smile spread across Alex’s dampened lips and I couldn’t help but return the emotion. They were in love. The kind that lasted forever and we had helped them recapture their love if only for a moment. And just before I reached my peak -- they left.

A chilled sensation rocked my body and I shivered.

“Kami?” Alex questioned.

“Yes, Alex, it’s me.”

He furrowed a tawny brow, stared straight into my brown eyes. “You know

we’re fucking, right?” “Yeah,” I admitted, praying he wasn’t going to pull out now. “It’s okay then?” His voice was breathless, panting in my ear. “Oh, God yes,” I moaned. “Good, because I don’t think I can stop now.” He pumped into my depths, filling me to his balls. It was heaven if I’d ever felt it. And it was us, really us doing this to each other. “God, you feel, you’re so… wet,” Alex said, reaching around my thigh and pulling me closer to him. He slid in deeper. Oh, God, so deep, and I moaned out loud. “You… you’re… damn, Alex. You’re so good.” I don’t think I’d ever told a man that before. But it was the truth. I was the hottest and wettest I’d ever been my entire life and I reveled in the fact this gorgeous man was fucking me on the couch, however the situation had come about. “Oh,” he moaned again, his cock growing even harder inside me. I knew he was getting closer. Closer. “I’m coming, Kami, damn, I’m coming so hard.”

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I joined him. There was a definite moment of awkwardness afterward. I mean, we’d come here to see a house, not to be possessed by ghosts of lovers and have hot sex. Not that I hadn’t wanted to do that ever since I’d met Alex. I had, big time. He was sweet and kind and undeniably hot. Heat filled my cheeks as Alex lifted himself from me. I felt bare, alone. I mean, I’d just been with Alex and inhabited by a ghost, then all of a sudden it was just me. There really wasn’t an emotion to describe that sort of thing. “I -- I don’t know what to say. I don’t understand what got into me,” he apologized as he tugged up his trousers and ruffled a hand through his now tousled hair. A faint pinkness filled his cheeks. Was he embarrassed? I couldn’t stand it if he was. It wasn’t like we were the ones controlling the situation. Yeah, and it wasn’t like you protested too loudly either. I rolled my eyes at myself and sat up. “It wasn’t just you, Alex. I think our visitors had something to do with it.” I began buttoning my blouse, knowing I should be ashamed I’d allowed myself to be used in such a fashion, but honestly, I still craved Alex. Just Alex. “So I’m not going crazy?” he asked, a half-cocked smile tracing his kiss-swollen lips. “No, you’re not.” I stood to face him. Cleared my throat and started with a business-like voice. “Guess we should check out the rest of the house?” “Yeah,” he answered, not really sounding certain. Where did we go from here? Once fully clothed I grabbed my clipboard and motioned for him to follow. “Down this hall is the master suite,” I explained, smoothing my skirt before I began walking toward the darkened corridor. I flicked on a light just in case our ghosts decided to become unfriendly. “As you can see here,” I pointed to the oil paintings on the walls, “this home has been untouched since the previous owners met their untimely de --” I stopped short. A hand came up to rest on my shoulder as a chill worked its way through my

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body once more. “I don’t think we’re finished,” Alex said as I turned to face him. His face looked different but the same. The subtle urge to kiss him welled in my lips. Reaching, wanting. Ben. And in an instant, I knew the visitors were back. “Alex?” “They’re back, aren’t they?” Alex reached for my hand. “I have an idea.” I rested my palm in the inviting warmth of his and followed. “Shh…” He brought a finger to his lips and I just obeyed. What other choice did I have? I had been possessed more than once, fucked -- hey, not complaining there -- and I definitely could chalk this showing up as a no sale. Really at this point, I was beyond anything but utter compliance. So I followed him through the heavy, wooden door and onto the miniscule patch of grass that was the yard. “Where are we going?” “We need to talk.” Great. I didn’t want to have ‘the talk.’ I was a girl, for shit’s sake, and the talk was supposed to be led by one, not received. “I love the house.” “You do? I… I mean, of course you do.” Was the man mental? “I do, although I have a confession to make.” He chewed at the bottom of his lip in nervousness and then blew out a ragged breath. “Okay.” Where was this going? “When I came into Samwell Real Estate, yes, I wanted a house. And I asked for this listing specifically because I’d heard it was haunted.” Okay, now I knew he was nuts. “Why on earth would you do that?” “I’m a paranormal researcher, Kami. I deal with spirits all of the time.” “Oh.” Oh! “So you knew there were ghosts inside Bordeaux Manor?” “Yep.” “Did you know how to stop them from invading our bodies?” “Yep.” He shook his head and pink colored his cheeks.

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“And you let them take over knowing what they wanted us to do?” “No, I never knew they’d go that far.” In a way I knew I should be angry, but it was hard considering I enjoyed the entire ordeal. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you, Kami Johnson.” “You have?” I asked, not believing what I was hearing. “God, Kami, just look at you. You’re a knockout. I thought I’d read all of the signals from you. I had planned on asking you out anyway. They just kind of helped things along.” “Yeah, no shit,” I heard myself saying. “I understand if you’re angry.” “Angry?” Hell, I was relieved! Here I was thinking I was some sort of pervert for even enjoying such a thing and loving every moment of being with Alex. And he’d planned this the entire time. “Wait a minute. Do you know the ghosts?” “I know their story. Lovers killed, not able to find their final resting place until they complete their unfinished business.” “What business was that?” “Well… they were killed on their honeymoon.” He nibbled nervously at his bottom lip. “Oh.” I just stood there. No wonder they were so hot for each other. I could understand because as I looked at Alex, I was growing hot for him all over again. “The story has it Ben walked in on a burglary. The robbers shot him on the spot.” “What about Gertie?” I asked. “She heard the shot and ran upstairs to find him lying in a pool of blood. She found him before the robbers had a chance to escape.” My hand came up to cover my mouth at the horrible scenario. I couldn’t imagine finding the man I loved shot to death. “She must’ve been so frightened.” “Guess so. They shot her too. They were found together, Gertie slumped over, cradling Ben.” The glimmer in his eyes faded and I knew Alex actually cared for the

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spirits. My heart sank in my chest. How tragic. “So, what happens to them?” “Their connection grew weak before I… we finished. So in order for them to find their rest, they have to finish what they started.” He gave a half-laugh, shrugged his shoulders. “Oh,” I said again. I’d been saying that a lot since this entire thing had happened. I had a feeling I was about to say it again. “Well, Mr. Paranormal Researcher.” I ran a finger coyly down his chest. He appeared surprised I was doing this on my own accord. “Yes?” “What do you say we give them another chance?” Heat filled my cheeks at the question. I hoped like hell he’d say yes. “You’re serious?” “Oh yeah. I think they deserve their chance.” I watched as he smiled. “I also think we have unfinished business.” “Yes, we do. And once I’ve had you again, draw up the papers. I’m buying the house.” “Yes, sir,” I answered as I smiled and led him back into Bordeaux Manor by the crook of his arm. Excitement lined my spine and I couldn’t wait to see what Gertie and Ben had in store for us now.

Kendra Clark Kendra Clark has always had a vivid imagination and is a natural entertainer. Clutching her toy guitar as a child of two, she wrote songs and performed for her family for hours, even though she couldn’t sing a lick! Once she gave up her dreams of being the next Marie Osmond, she began tickling the ivories and telling crazy, imaginative stories to anyone that would listen, earning her the nickname Mouth of the South. An avid Shakespeare fan, her love of romance began with Romeo and Juliet, although these days she prefers a happy ending. Kendra lives in a small town with her husband and three children. When not reading a novel or writing, she spends her time playing piano and relaxing on her front porch in her rocking chair. Although she’s yet to quit her day job, she dreams of the day she can be a full-time writer. Fans can see what she’s up to at her website www.kendraclarkhome.com or write her at [email protected].