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Grant held up his hand to show Huck the slick, very come-like substance on his fingers. “Look. This is, well, it’ssomething. I can’t believe it. I’ve never heard of a ghost, uh, imparting a physical residue before.”
“What? No sexy ectoplasm?” Huck teased.
“No. Any cases of ectoplasm I’ve ever seen were faked.” Grant tentatively licked the tip of his finger. “Huh.”
“Well?”
“It doesn’t really taste like anything.”
“Lemme see.” Huck leaned forward to lick at Grant’s fingers, and Grant’s cock flexed with interest because fuck if that wasn’t hot as hell. “Weird. Wow, yeah, it doesn’t taste like anything at all.” He bowed his head to lap at some of Grant’s come on his stomach. “Mmm, you taste much better, baby. It’s amazing.”
Grant filed those awesome mental images away for later use, and he wiped the ghostly come off on his shirt. He stripped off his shirt to clean up his come too, and his face heated up anew when he saw Huck staring at him. “What?”
“You really are so damn hot.” Huck bowed his head to snuggle Grant’s chest, kissing the top of his stomach and cuddling close. “Next time, you should definitely take your shirt off.”
“You think so, huh?” Grant smiled shyly. “I don’t always… you know. Feel comfortable enough to get completely naked with someone.”
“Well, I want you to be comfortable. But I also really wanna see you naked more.”
“I’ll consider your request. For next time.” Grant’s heart fluttered because there was no doubt in his mind that there was absolutely going to be a next time for them. He hoped there would be many more times to come because he really could not imagine being with anyone else now—alive or dead.
“I still can’t believe that worked,” Huck gushed. “We did that. We really did that, and wow! That was fucking magical. That’s the word for it. Just…magical.”
“Yeah, we damn sure did.” Grant petted Huck’s hair, sinking into the pillows with a blissed out groan. “Thank you. I think this date is gonna be really hard to top.”
“Yeah?” Huck laughed, propping his chin on Grant’s stomach and beaming up at him. “The wood carving really did it, huh?”
“It did, actually. That was very thoughtful.” Grant smiled, reaching out to touch Huck’s cheek. Huck was cooler than before, but his face was still completely solid. “Overall, I think this has been the best paranormal experience of my entire life.”
“Is that so?”
“Absolutely.”
“Tell me, Mr. Mittel,” Huck teased, “how would you rate your paranormal experience here today?”
“Hmm.” Grant pursed his lips as he pretended to think it over. “I’m going to say… it was a solid nine out of ten.”
“Aw, just a nine?” Huck pouted and batted his eyes. “Come on. This face is definitely worth a ten alone.”
“It’s only a ten if we do it again,” Grant teased coyly. “I’ll give you twelve if you go for three.”
“Three? Fuck, can you really come like that?”
“It’s been known to happen. You know—” Grant smirked. “—under the right circumstances.”
“The right circumstances, huh? That sounds like a challenge.” Huck grinned slyly. “And oh, do I like me a challenge, sir.”
“Oh? Do you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Really?” Grant laughed as Huck’s head dropped back between his legs. “Hey! What are you doing now?”
“Consider your challenge accepted.”
CHAPTER8
Huck
