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“Eat, you'll need your strength.” Ghost looks at me, all sex personified.
Okay, I give in. Feed me, then fuck me, and I’ll worry about everything in my head later!
* * *
The morning went just like that. I can feel every muscle in my body telling me what fun the last twenty-four hours have been.
Now I'm lying outside on the blanket, enjoying the sun on my skin. I wasn’t expecting to feel this relaxed. Ghost is working inside, and I’m sure both of us just need some time apart to sort out our emotions too. He may be big and tough on the outside, making people fear him, but I can see past that.
He can turn my body into a lust-filled mess with just a look or touch. It makes all coherent thoughts that are in my head disappear—the ones that I know I need answers to. We need to talk, but I can’t do it naked. It just doesn’t work.
I close my eyes just to breathe and try to stay in this relaxed state. I run my right hand over the grass and enjoy the simple sensation. Listening to the leaves in the trees behind me brush up against each other as the breeze blows them in different directions. The birds in the distance calling out to each other as they go about their day. As much as I want to get on with my life, part of me wishes I could just stay in this simple moment forever.
Just me, nature, and Ghost keeping me safe… oh, and hot and horny!
* * *
I can’t believe it’s been over a month since that first night Ghost took me to heaven and back… multiple times. He promised me that day he would keep me safe, and there is no safer place than to be in bed with him every night.
To be honest, it’s not just been nights. Being in WITSEC is supposed to be a terrible time, but the last four weeks have been the most blissful of my life.
I have only seen a handful of agents who deliver us food and other things Ghost needs. They talk away from me like I don’t know what’s going on. But that first day after we finally gave into our desires, Ghost promised me he would never lie to me and told me as much as he thought I needed to know. It wasn’t everything, but he asked me to trust him, that if he wasn’t telling me something it was for my safety and benefit. I’m guessing he means my mental health. There would be so much that would freak me out.
I don’t know why I trust him so easily, but I do. Sometimes you just have to go with your gut instinct.
The back lawn behind the house has become my favorite spot to lie while Ghost needs to work. The sun on my face and the fresh air gives me some peace. I haven’t been feeling that great the last few mornings. I've been struggling to eat my breakfast, but I just think the anxiety of the whole thing is getting to me. At least that’s what I hope it is. Just like I’m going with the assumption that my period hasn’t arrived like it should have because of the stress I’m under. I haven’t missed a birth control pill, so that’s all it can be.
Being shut up in the house makes me go a bit stir crazy some days, so I find being at one with nature helps. My feet on the grass, my toes being tickled with the blades running between them. Trying to make pictures of the clouds and start a story of where that shape has come from or where it's off to. There is only so much television you can watch. My sketching keeps me sane, but this week I can’t seem to settle. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths and enjoy the quiet. I dream of the last time I was out here with Ghost, naked under the stars as he made sweet passionate love to me.
My silence is broken when the back screen door bursts open and hits the wall hard.
“Cassie, up! Inside now! Someone is here!” Ghost’s voice tells me there is no time to think, just do.
Scurrying to my feet, I leave the blanket where it is.
I almost trip up the steps as I try to move as quick as I can. The look on his face tells me not to stop and ask questions.
“Bedroom! Lock the door until I tell you it’s safe,” I hear him yell at me as I hurry down the hallway. My heart is almost beating out of my chest. The gun holster on his body with two pistols in it is just second nature to me now. I don’t see it most days anymore, but today, I’m glad it’s glaringly obvious as I race past him.
The noise of tires on the gravel outside makes my pulse race faster. I don’t know where Ghost is or what’s happening. Sweat runs down my back, and I pace the bedroom until it occurs to me that I should be quiet. I stand still, putting myself flush against the wall next to the door. Maybe I can hide behind it if someone gets in, giving myself time to get away.
The gravel-crunching noise stops and one car door slams, and then a few seconds later, another door.
Shit!
Ghost will be outnumbered. I don’t know if he can handle that. I mean, that’s his job, right, but what if they hurt him trying to get to me? I couldn’t live with that. Not now after the last month.
Maybe I should go and help him.
I don’t have a gun or anything. There has to be one in his room. I’d have no idea what I was doing. I'd probably shoot my own foot off, but still, I might be able to bluff them.
You know, the element of surprise and all that.
I feel faint from jumping up too quickly, and I realize I’m not actually breathing properly. My fear has taken over my body. Breathe, you idiot. You won’t be any help to Ghost if you are passed out on the floor.
Filling my lungs with much-needed oxygen, I can now hear voices in the house.
Fuck!
