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  Betwinx by Lilah

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  Chapter One

  “Push, Travis.” Lorna’s voice rasped as her grip tightened.

  Their ragged breathing echoed in the small room. Travis loved the sound of her panting. With the body of an athlete, Lorna’s muscles flexed each time she moved.

  “Just a little more, I’m almost there,” she said through clenched teeth.

  Travis pressed forward, tensing his body as he moved. He wanted nothing more than to take her over the edge. He watched as she dropped her head backward. Jet black hair cascaded down her shoulders. A shimmering gleam of sweat covered her face and neck. Her full lips separated and she flicked her tongue out to wet them. He pushed again and Lorna moaned softly. His heart slammed against his chest. Heat scorched to his groin. She was killing him.

  “My God, you’re strong,” she panted.

  “Let’s get this in position. Lift your end up.”

  “I’ve got to turn around.”

  “Umm, hum.” Thoughts of caressing her smooth ass, while he thrust into her sent his body into overdrive.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Oh yeah, baby. I’m always ready for you.”

  Lorna groaned and shoved her palms against the flat back of the heavy wooden sarcophagus with all her might. A screech echoed around them as the coffin scraped into place. “Damn, that’s heavy.”

  Travis held onto the base of the golden replica of an ancient king as it rocked into place. He shifted the weight, sliding it from side to side until it was positioned flat against the wall. When the sarcophagus was in the right spot he leaned against it to rest for a minute.

  Lorna stood beside him, panting. His gaze lingered on the soft motion of her heaving chest as she tried to catch her breath. He needed to touch her, to feel her moist skin against his. But he couldn’t. Not yet. He appraised the room to determine what else they needed to do.

  It was an empty bedroom converted to a replica of an Egyptian tomb. An ornate chest, cabinet and a folding stool covered one wall. A small offering table, traditionally used to give food to the deceased in the family, was in the corner and candle torches were positioned along the walls.

  Travis’s favorite piece was the slanted bed with footboard and ornately carved legs in the shape of a lion’s leg and paw. It was wide with wooden slats covered by a plush queen-sized, mattress-like cushion stuffed with goose down. Linen sheets finished off the authentic appearance of an ancient Egyptian bed. Every time he saw it he remembered the first time he’d made love to Lorna there. He’d had to get creative and put blocks underneath the shorter legs to make the bed flat but the footboard still got in the way. They’d had quite a few laughs about that over the years.

  Gazing at the bed now, he remembered how Lorna looked that day. The creamy silkiness of her large breasts, the way she spread her legs wide and the inviting look of desire as she’d pulled him down on top of her. She’d molded against his body as if they’d been made to fit together. His cock throbbed as he remembered the feel of her softness lying naked across him. It was the first time Lorna said she loved him and he hadn’t been the same since.

  Later tonight they’d light the torch candles. The flickering glow would cast eerie shadows to complete the ghostly look that no haunted house should be without. Then Lorna would pose in the chair wearing that sexy Cleopatra outfit. Just thinking how the little white top with gold banding clung to her firm breasts and the way that short butt flap showed off her bare hips and long legs made his cock grow harder.

  Then he would step out of the tomb, dressed like a mummy, without any skin showing, a complete opposite to Lorna’s sexiness, which was a good thing. It hid his constant erection as he watched her strike sexy poses, dressed like the Queen of Egypt. Then she’d scream and run at the patrons to scare them.

  Year after year they played the same role of actors setting up the House of Terror, Lighthouse Inlet’s most famous haunted house, held in his family’s second home. Adult Floridians from as far North as St. Augustine down to the Palm Beaches would drive a couple of hours to experience their sexy haunted house. It had been one of his father’s most brilliant ideas and brought in a lot of money during the two weeks it was open each year.

  But that was then.

  Now, it didn’t make any money at all.

  Tonight, just like every Halloween for the past twenty years, there wouldn’t be any visitors to the haunted house.

  It was a prison. A twisted, ugly monster that had somehow trapped them within its clutches.

  Since that tragic holiday two decades ago, fate and time shifted. They’d been handed a new destiny, one that was impossible to figure out. Halloween was the only day he and Lorna could physically be together. Today he could touch her silky smooth skin, kiss her full lips, and inhale her intoxicating fragrance. He could show her how much he loved her. Then for the next three hundred and sixty four days, he’d be alone in a fog, reliving this day together over and over in his mind, while he waited for the next Halloween to arrive.

  Despair over their situation clawed at his heart. If only he could find a way to take control and find a way out of this dilemma. His pulse pounded as ideas spun around in his mind. Wanting her and not being able to have her was ripping him apart, leaving him in a void of despair until he saw her again. If only he could beat fate then they could be together every day.

  So far none of their ideas to change the situation had ever worked but he wasn’t going to give up. They’d tried going out during the day in their costumes, jumping up and down while waving their arms, in front of people. One year they’d even gone down to the park in the center of downtown Lighthouse Inlet and had sex under a tree. That hadn’t worked either. Their attempts were pointless. There was only one way that they could be together and he couldn’t make it happen.

  They had to be seen by a living human being.

  It sucked to be ghosts.

  Stuck between worlds, they were only allowed to physically manifest together one day out of the year—Halloween—the day they’d died. One year Lorna thought they should try to find the gateway to the other side. That hadn’t worked either. They were just here and then there. In between dimensions with only one day together on the Earth plane.

  Who made these stupid rules anyway?

  Rules that were impossible to break.

  A Master had delivered them but who made it up? Had he and Lorna planned this to learn some kind of life lesson?

  He decided that they’d get it right this time so this lesson would never have to be repeated. He could only hope this year would be different and they could find a way to break through whatever was holding them back from going into the light.

  “There’s nothing else to bring in, right?” He shoved the thoughts aside to focus on the one person he loved more than life itself. Lorna. This was the only
time he could physically show her how much he loved her and worrisome thoughts wouldn’t get in the way of pleasuring her.

  “That’s the last piece. Once we unpack these three boxes we’ll be ready. I want everything to be perfect for our twentieth anniversary.” Lorna bent over to open one of the boxes and her denim short shorts rode up, revealing firm buttocks.

  Travis devoured her with his stare. When she turned to the side, he saw the edges of her full breasts swelling outside the armhole of the tight blue tank top. The ends of her straight black hair brushed against creamy shoulders as she placed items from the box onto the table. He let his gaze travel down her side to the round curve of her ass. The cut off shorts revealed a lot of skin but hid the one thing he really craved.

  A year was way too long to be apart. Lust heated his blood. As much as he just wanted to rip her clothes off, throw her on that bed and make love with her until she lost all her senses, the day had to follow the same order it followed every year. The room must be prepared before he could touch her.

  “Is it perfect now?” Travis asked, watching Lorna place the empty box in the corner. “Or do we have to unpack the other ones too?”

  “Our costumes are in those boxes so we can wait to unpack them.” Lorna put them on the floor beside the chair. “Tonight we can scare the pants off of people.”

  “I was thinking of doing that to you right now.” He could imagine her hot body clenched around him already. He had to get her naked, feel her flesh on him. He burned with wanting her. He couldn’t wait any longer.

  “You want to scare the pants off me?” Lorna’s smile was seductive. She sashayed over to the entry door, peeked out into the hallway of the House of Terror then shut and locked it. Next she locked the exit door. Turning to face him, she stood with long legs braced apart and stroked the inside of her thighs. “Now why in the world would you want to do that? Where’s the romance, Travis? It’s been a whole year and all you can think about is fucking me?”

  “Damn straight. It’s all I’ve thought about since last Halloween. Come here, you.”

  He reached for her but Lorna giggled, spun out of his grasp and sauntered to the other side of the room, exaggerating the sway of her hips. The shorts rode up and exposed a bit of her butt with each step. His breathing quickened and hot streaks of fire shot to his cock. He’d never seen such a perfect ass.

  “I’m glad you haven’t changed since the last time I saw you, Lorna. I’ve always loved the way you tease me.”

  “It excites you doesn’t it?” She sat on the chair and raised her leg, resting it over the wooden arm, exposing the thin width of material covering her crotch. “I didn’t think we’d ever finish this room. I know you’ve been dying to sink that hard cock of yours deep inside me. I felt you staring, examining my every move. It made me so hot to know you were watching and wanting me.” She rubbed her palm over the material between her legs. “I’m already wet for you. Did you know that?”

  Travis’s eyes were transfixed on her body. Where one hand slid up and down the denim between her legs, the other caressed the inside of a creamy thigh. He knew what she’d do next, she did it every year and it never failed to send his blood pressure soaring. He licked his lips in anticipation. His heart pounded in his chest. Waiting only made him want her more.

  Lorna slowly unbuttoned the shorts then slid the zipper down. His heart beat faster. He wanted to watch her touch herself, then he’d tease her pussy with his tongue and lose himself in the taste that was distinctively Lorna. His cock pressed between the jeans and his abdomen.

  She slipped the shorts a few inches below her hips. Reaching down, she pulled the crotch to the side, exposing the delicate flesh of her pussy. His heart slammed against his chest as his cock engorged even more. Slim fingers with long nails painted a deep red splayed her labia, exposing her clit.

  His growing cock was packed tight within the confines of the jeans. The pressure added to his need. He could see her slick juices wetting her fingers. An anxious urgency surged through him. His cock throbbed with need. Transfixed, he watched Lorna stroke herself, her gaze pinned on him. A painted red nail disappeared inside her pussy. She inserted one finger, than two. His heart hammered in his veins. She withdrew her fingers and rubbed her clit in slow circular motions.

  “Come here, Travis.”

  Heat raced to the tip of his cock at the raspy sound of her voice thick with desire. He walked the few steps to her and knelt between her knees. “I bet you taste as sweet as I remember.”

  “I want to feel your tongue on me, Travis. I want you to lick me from bottom to top and then tease my clit until I come so hard I see stars.” Panting, she continued to toy with her pussy.

  “Baby, I’m going to make you scream.” He moved the hand she was touching herself with away so he could see her flesh. He traced his fingertips along her inner thighs and she quivered at his touch. Lowering his head he inhaled the musky scent of her arousal. Heat radiated from her. He needed to taste her more than he needed to breathe.

  Looking up into her green eyes, Travis saw the same hunger he felt. All he had to do was touch her and she’d be hot and writhing, lifting her hips to his mouth. A sense of power overcame him.

  As much as he wanted to sink his cock deep inside her warmth, he wanted to pleasure her more. He ran his tongue up the length of her exposed pussy. She arched and lifted her hips, just like he knew she would. It took all of his self control not to devour her but instead to take it slow and easy. To make her so hot with need that she’d scream for him to fuck her. He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked on the tender flesh. Holding the small piece of denim out of the way, he slipped his tongue inside her hot opening. Soft tender skin flushed his tongue with warmth. Stroking upward he flicked the tip over her clit. Her quick intake of breath as her body responded to his touch drew a deep groan from him.

  He wanted to take his time and enjoy the feeling of loving her. To make this day with her last as long as possible. But he was scorching with need. Touching her, tasting her ignited a slow deep burn that consumed him.

  She’d had this affect on him from the first time they’d met. He would never get enough of her. Not even in death.

  Travis rocked back on his heels and slid the material of the jean shorts back into place. “So how do you want it this year, baby? Slow and sexy,” he bit down on the crotch of her shorts and rubbed his teeth against the seam pressing it to her clit, “or hot and wild?”

  “I think,” she panted, holding his hands and standing, “I’ll take both.”

  “You would.” He laughed and stood in front of her.

  “I’m just so happy to be able to touch you like this again. We really have to find a way to be together more often. What if—“

  “Not now. Let’s talk about it later.” He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzled her ear and whispered. “Right now all I want to do is make love to you.”

  * * * * *

  Lorna looked down at the man holding her. God how she loved him. His light blue eyes and brilliant white teeth were in sharp contrast to his tanned skin and long dark hair. His muscular arms bulged beneath the tight fitting t-shirt. His strong embrace was home. The place she longed to stay. She ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his face as he trailed kisses along her cheek. Tingles of electricity shot through her with each touch of his lips, so firm and warm, searing her skin. She’d thought of him every minute of every hour since they’d last been together. A wave of sadness washed over her. “It’s not fair. I’ve missed you so much.”

  “There are worse fates than ours. I don’t intend to waste one minute of our time together. I want to feel every inch of you. I’m going to set you on fire with my touch until you’re so hot for release that you lose control. Then, after I’ve made you come harder than you ever have before, I’m going to hold you close to me and cherish you.”

  “I never want to let you go.” She hugged him tighter.

  “I love you, Lorna,” he mumbled
as his lips touched hers, again.

  His tongue teased across her bottom lip before plunging into her mouth, dancing with hers as she touched him everywhere, grasping his ass and massaging the flesh. With her other hand she rubbed his crotch and his erection grew harder.

  He cradled the back of her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss while she clung to him. The planes of his muscles bulged beneath her fingertips. He was the man of her dreams, the love of her life, her husband. She let the sensation of him wrap around her, filling her with his love, as he held her close.

  This was their day and no one, not even the powers above, could take it from them.

  Titillating streaks of pleasure raced over her abdomen to her groin with so much power she could barely breathe. She broke from the kiss gasping for air.

  “I want this off,” she said on a breath. She tugged at his t-shirt, anxious to peel it over his sleek body and feel his flesh pressed into hers.

  Strong biceps led to a broad hairless chest. The definition in his muscles looked as if he’d been working out in the gym even though she knew he hadn’t. He could have been a model with a body like this. His narrow waist hosted six-pack abs, lightly dusted in black hair forming a thin line that disappeared beneath the waistband of low riding jeans. She followed it with her forefinger, tracing tiny circles along his skin with her fingernail. He reached for her arm but she pushed his hand aside. “I want to touch you.”

  She leaned down to lave his nipple with her tongue. The brown flesh tightened, puckering into a hard nub. She nipped at the tip and then drew it into her mouth while pinching and teasing his other nipple with her fingertips. She heard Travis’s breathing quicken. She rubbed her breasts against his naked chest, enjoying the hard feel of his muscular body. She moved up his body until she found the dip between his neck and shoulder and licked the taut flesh. Travis groaned and kissed her cheek. Showering kisses along his throat, she pulled his head down and licked his earlobe, sucking it into her mouth.