Page 66 of A Haunting at Keystone Manor

I think about it for a minute. “Yeah, I guess. I’m nervous about talking to a stranger, but… it could be good.”

“It will be.” He rubs my chest. “We just have to find the right one.”

I lean in to kiss him, and he shoves his tongue in my mouth, as he likes to do. “I want to fuck you,” I say, rolling him under me.

“Yes, please,” he purrs, rolling over to grab the bottle of lube out of the nightstand before handing it to me. I waste no time getting us both ready, and before long Alex is moaning as I fuck him into the mattress with long, steady strokes. His legs are wrapped around my hips, and his hands are resting on my lower back, encouraging me to fuck him harder.

I try to be gentle with him, not wanting to hurt him, but he likes it rough, and I like giving it to him. I’m resting on my elbows, arms bracketed on either side of his head, giving him most of my weight in the way I know he likes. I put my face in the crook of his neck and breathe him in. His head is thrown back and his eyes are closed. He looks blissed out, and I love making him feel that way.

“Right there, you’re gonna make me come…” he moans and tightens around me as I release inside him. I pull out gently, not wanting to hurt him. I never want to hurt him that way; his pleasure is always my top priority when we have sex.

I look down at him and smile. “You good?”

He lays there, hair mussed with a dopey grin on his face. “Am I good? Your cock is a deadly weapon. I need a minute to recover from that.”

“I didn’t hurt you?” I always ask, even though I’m pretty sure I know what his answer will be.

“Not even close, baby. It was perfect. Can we just never do anything but that, for the rest of our afterlife? Just stay in bed all day and fuck?”

I laugh at that. “I don’t think so, brat. Your mother might get concerned and come looking for you when you don’t show up for work. I don’t think you want her to see what I do to you,” I say playfully and lean down to nip at his ear. He smacks my ass in return, before gasping.

“Too much?” he asks.

“Not too much. I want you to touch me without worrying if I’ll be triggered. I love your touch. You always make me feel good.” My cheeks heat when I say it, but I look him in the eyes so he knows I’m serious.

“What if I do trigger you, though?”

“Then we’ll work through it. I don’t want to live in fear, especially not of you. I want you to be able to touch me when you want to.”

He smacks my ass again. “You’re gonna have to fuck me again. This pillow talk is making me hard.”

I sit up and grab his hips, gently flipping him onto his stomach before lying down on top of him. I put my mouth next to his ear. “Your wish is my command,” I say and slip back inside him.

***

Alex

Brandon is busy at the front desk, so I sit in his office and call every therapist I can find a number for. So far, I’m not having much luck finding one that’s willing to work off the books. I sigh and put my face in my hands after yet another hangs up on me. I may have to start looking on the dark web. How do you even find the dark web?

I shake my head and pick the phone back up, dialing the next number on my list.

“Hi, this is Miranda at Bob Smith’s Counseling, how can I help you?”

I guffaw. “Bob Smith? Is that a real name?” I ask before I can think better of it.

“Sure is! What can I do for you today,” Miranda asks.

I clear my throat. “I’m so sorry about that. Um, I was looking for a therapist for my boyfriend. He’s homebound, so I’d need someone to come to us. Also, it would have to be off the books.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Oh, um… he’s an illegal immigrant.” I smack myself on the forehead with the receiver. Really, Alex? I’m so fucking stupid.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Smith doesn’t do house calls, but I can give you the number of some that can. Does that sound good?”

“Sounds great, Miranda. Thanks for your help.” I write down the numbers she gives me and dial one next.

An older man answers, sounding surly. “Hello?”