Page 136 of Ghost Hunted

“Fuck!”

“Shh, baby. Take it like a good girl. And after this, I’ll give you my tongue again. And then my fingers. I’m going to keep you coming all night long.”

And I do. All night long, or nearly. By the time my tongue and jaw are so sore I can barely move them, and my cock can’t possibly get it up anymore, the first rays of sun are piercing through the sky.

“I’ve never been so dirty, Logan,” she whines. “I’m still caked over with dirt, only now it’s mixed with saliva and cum, and...”

“You have been dirtier. When I found you in Paris, you were filthy. But I found you, and took care of you...”

“You locked me in a cage, Logan.”

“Well, you’re not in a cage anymore, are you?” I pull her off my lap, though I keep an arm wrapped firmly around her as I lead her into the bathroom and turn on the faucet of the tub. “And tomorrow, or today, I guess, I’ll let you out of the apartment. Baby steps.”

“Baby steps,” she echoes suspiciously.

“Mhm hmm.” As I lift her into the bath with me, I wrack my brain, trying to figure out how to give her something while keeping every other part of her for myself. “Maybe... we could go to the movies.”

“The movies?” She tries to wrinkle her nose, but I can tell she likes my suggestion. “That’s it?”

“Well, a nice dinner and a movie... like a date.”

“Oh. Alright, I guess.” She sighs, leaning back against me while I lather her skin with soap, then shampoo her, looking in vain for the bald spots. But her hair has fully grown back now.

“And what else?” she asks.

“Hmm...” I hesitate. “We’ll start the day with that Starbucks you wanted. Then I’ll take you shopping. I’ll get you an everything bagel for lunch, sushi for dinner, and then a movie. What do you think?”

“I think...” She pauses, and I can tell she’s looking for something to be angry about. “I think you forgot the afternoon. What’ll we be doing between the bagel and the sushi?”

“Well, what would you like to do?”

It’s her turn to hesitate. “How about... how about I drive your car?”

“Fuck no,” I tell her, before biting my lip. “I mean, fuck yes. But, uhm, not right away. Baby steps, Lia.”

“Uh huh.” She crosses her arms, but I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. “Fine. Then let me walk around the campus a little. I want to see Devil College.”

“Sure, Lia. Sure, we can walk around.” I rinse her hair and lather on conditioner next.

“And will you be locking the windows?” she asks, her eyes narrowing as she glances back at me.

“Hmm? Oh, well, no. I won’t need to, since I’ll be spending all my time with you.”

“Okay.” She doesn’t look like she fully buys my bullshit, but she goes along with it begrudgingly. “I want to do all that tomorrow. And then, we’ll see Jane. Right?”

To keep from answering right away, I rinse the conditioner, then lift her out of the tub and towel her off. “Right, Lia. Next week, just like we said.”

“Just like you said.”

“I told you, I need to heal first.”

“Yeah, right.” She snorts. “You’ve just spent hours fucking me, and tomorrow, you’re taking me out all day. I don’t see why you can’t...”

I kiss her on the lips to keep her from talking. “Because, Lia. Because I said so.”

She goes back to crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at me as I sit her down on the bed, tossing the towel aside and wrapping my arms around her. “It’s not just the injuries,” I begin helplessly, realizing she’s shutting down again.

“Then what?”