Page 32 of The House on Haven Way

“You look amazing. And as for stamina?” My hands press up, starting at one ankle, cupping it and pushing up to her knee in long, steady strokes that instantly make her eyes close and her chest heave. “I don’t need to breathe. Don’t need to sleep. Don’t need to eat. I think I could do this for an hour or two. Or a day or two.”

A day or two of just touching Amber? Half-naked, beautiful Amber?

Make that a week or two.

“You’ll spoil me.”

“And is that bad?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know. One day you’ll leave.”

“One day you’ll want me to go.”

“What if I don’t?” she challenges.

What if she doesn’t? My hands separate, and I plant a firm hand on the padded spots above each knee. I push up, gripping her thighs as I answer. “Then I won’t go.”

“You... You wouldn’t leave?”

“Not if you wanted me to stay.”

Amber licks her lips.

That’s not fair. They look so much more kissable when they are wet.

“That’s not fair,” she whispers.

“I was thinking the same thing. Not fair that the most beautiful girl in the world is in my house. Letting me touch her. I watched that video.” My hand moves over her belly, light touches, a breeze that makes her writhe. Her hips lift, and the invitation seems clear. I trail a fingertip over the spot covered by pale pink, a spot I never explored before. Not like I wanna explore her, with all the slow, lingering touches. “It said you have a lot of pain to unlock in this region. That a good partner, a patient partner, could help take it away. Baby, I got nothing but time.”

Amber licks her lips again and swallows hard enough that I can see her pretty throat dance. “I meant it’s not fair to ask you to stay and start something new when you just want to cross over. Get home to your loved ones.”

That’s true.

On one hand, that’s true.

On the other hand... Both hands... I massage her hips, making each stroke a V that starts at the hipbone and moves down to the hiding spot between her thighs, stopping at the soft, plush place I can feel under the fabric, the little nest of curls.

I shake myself out of my lustful thoughts.

On the other hand, I might have a new loved one. Right here. Right now. And this is different than anything that’s waiting for me in Heaven.

“I waited seventy years. What’s another seventy?” I ask, leaning down to kiss her as my fingers dare to explore.

Chapter Eight: All The Love We Missed

Another seventy years. I’d be a hundred. That’s so far to think about. This is all happening so fast.

And it feels so good.

Johnny’s touch is warm and pulsing, like being licked everywhere he touches. His fingers are slow and sure, stroking around my pussy, not just plunging in.

But I want him inside of me.

And that’s... That’s weird and scary. My back and legs used to hurt so bad, to say nothing of the endless nausea caused by the blurred vision and headaches. Sex was the most unpleasant thing to think about.

Since Johnny landed in my life, and since I’ve found this new sort of slow-moving peace in Pine Ridge, my desires have come back. Come back to the point I’m making myself come in the shower every night, thinking about him.

Imagining his hands exactly where they are.