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Chuckling at her as I rise from the bed, I give her a wink that I’m not sure she can see in the dark. Before disappearing, I taunt her once more because nothing gets my dick harder than messing with Fallon.

“Until next time, stupid little girl.”

Chapter21

Fallon

The full moon is approaching, only a couple of days away. I am sitting in a cemetery in the middle of the cold night, trying to make friends with the spirits that live here.

Merrick has been missing in action since the other night. Which can only mean one thing, that he is up to no good.

Probably plotting his next attack on me. One minute he is doing it to try and make me regret my life, the next he is genuinely enjoying himself while I’m asleep.

But he isn’t my priority.

Let him float about, and I will deal with him whenever he pops up again.

Now that cunt, Joanie. If she’s noticed the goblet missing, she hasn’t said anything. It’s only because she thinks I don't know anything. That or out of fear that a reaction could tip me off. Or she actually has no idea.

Fuck, she is going to be a terror if she finds out I have it, and that I know everything about the legacy of the town and our family. We only need to make it a couple more days.

I’ve gone through everything we found in the attic, which was the same day Merrick hung her over the balcony.

I found pictures of my dad as a kid and they brought tears to my eyes. He looked happy and innocent. Free of the burdens of being an adult.

There were a few photos of him and Merrick being happy kids. Playing in the yard or riding their bikes on the driveway.

There was also a picture of their dad, and both boys look just like him. Dark eyes, and a sharp jawline. The smirk on the right side of their mouth raised. All three of them have it. And now all three of them are gone. Even thinking about the photo brings emotion to my eyes.

I wish I had more time with dad. I wasn’t ready yet.

But it has also taught me so much, being thrown into the lion's den of adulting and Port Canyon.

If my grandfather was anything like my dad, I would have loved to get to know him. He hasn’t appeared here yet. I wonder if he ever does? If he and Merrick still see each other? I hope so, I’d do anything to see mine again.

Then there's Merrick. He is one of a fucking kind.

It’s like this entire situation is like a reality show and he is the host.

The more drama, the more entertainment and the more wildly inappropriate shit that comes out of his mouth, the happier he is.

He gets off on this shit.

Case in point, his dick got hard humiliating Joanie. That whole situation would have given him his highest rated episode.

Chuckling to myself at the thought, I catch myself smiling as well.

Thoughts of Merrick are making me smile? Jesus Christ, he must never know. His head would explode from massive ego syndrome.

Imagine if he knew that I enjoyed what he did the other night, as shocking as it was. Waking up, thinking I just had the most intense sex dream, only to find out it was real. Then he eats me out. First Class servicing.

Could ghosts come back from the dead twice? He would be so excited. Surely he would stroke out or have a heart attack or something?

I’ve always liked the idea of waking up to someone fucking me.

It’s like, you know how guys dream of waking up to a blowjob?

For guys, it doesn’t always come with the same feeling. For me, it means they truly love you if they want to be inside of you, even when you’re asleep.

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