CHAPTER SEVEN

“Did you move all of my things over here?” smirked Macie.

“I did. I asked your mom and dad if they were okay with that, and they said yes. I want you here with me, Macie. I want us to create a life together. It’s been so hard being apart. At least if you’re here with me, I’ll see you every morning and every night. I don’t care if we don’t sleep in the same bed. I just want you under my roof.”

“I care.”

“What?” he frowned.

“I care if we sleep in the same bed. I’m not about to live under your roof as your roommate or sister, Garr.”

“Believe me, that wasn’t my intention either,” he laughed.

“Good. I’ve waited, Garr. Do you understand what I’m telling you? I’ve waited for you since the day I turned eighteen. I was stupid enough to think you might actually ask me out after my birthday. All of you guys are the same,” she said, shaking her head. “You think you’re being so gallant and gentlemanly, waiting until we’re a certain age. It’s all just bullshit. We get a say in this too, you know.”

“I know,” he smirked, nodding at her. He pulled her against his body, kissing down her neck. “I know you get a say in this. All of this. Including when, where, and how I make love to you for the first time. It’s all I’ve been thinking about, Mace. For years now, whenever I would see you, all I could imagine was your beautiful body beneath me.”

“Why didn’t you act on it?” she asked, staring up at him.

“When I was still serving, I worried that we would start something, and I’d leave you, and something could happen to me. It ate at me. Yet, all I wanted to do was make you mine, and hopefully, it would motivate me to come back to you. But I just couldn’t take the risk.”

“There’s no risk now, Garr. It’s you and me. Here. We’re not children any longer. We’re both adults, and we know what we want and how to get it.”

“Yes, ma’am, I damn sure know how to get it,” he growled against her neck. “Fuck me, you smell good.”

“Mmhmm,” she laughed. “It’s a special perfume designed to make men want you. Avery designed one for each of us.”

“No shit,” he scowled. “So, every woman here has a perfume designed for her that attracts her man?”

“Yep,” grinned Macie. “You have to spray it in all the right places. Would you like to find out where all those places are?”

“Don’t screw with me, Mace. I’m about to burst as it is.”

“Then let me help you,” she said, tugging his arm toward the bedroom.

He gladly followed and watched as Macie seductively, casually, slowly removed her clothing. When she was down to her bra and panties, he honestly thought he might embarrass himself. Her breasts were full, milky white, with mounds of flesh oozing from the top of the bra. Beneath the lacy panties, he could see a tuft of gorgeous hair glistening for him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he moaned.

“Take off your clothes, Garr. I won’t wait another night,” she said, laying back on the bed. She unhooked the bra, tossing it aside. The big red nipples were hard in the coolness of the bedroom. Sliding the panties down, she opened her legs for him, and he nearly dropped.

Garr didn’t exactly undress. He shredded his clothes to the floor, leaving them in tatters and piles. It didn’t matter. Macie laughed, welcoming him into her arms. He rolled on a condom and slid his thick hard cock into her opening, gently pushing, little by little, until he was fully inside her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Never better,” she smiled. “Charlie’s toy collection has helped me over the years. I was ready for you.”

“I need to send Charlie flowers,” he grinned, rocking his hips forward, then back, then thrusting hard. With each movement, Macie matched his energy and desire. The flesh of her breasts bouncing against his own chest sent him over the edge. He held on just long enough for her to get an orgasm, then he let go. Wild, frenzied, and filled with need.

“I want more,” she whispered against his ear.

“You’re sore, baby,” he said, massaging her breasts. “We’ve got a lifetime to do more. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Garr, I’m not a porcelain doll. I won’t break.”

She didn’t need to beg him. Garr would have given her anything she wanted. They did make love again. And again. And again. When she was sound asleep in his bed, he snuck into the kitchen to grab some water. When he turned, he nearly screamed like a little girl.

“Shit! Grip, what are you doing here?”

“Sorry to invade your home,” he said calmly. “I just wanted to be sure that she was okay.”

“She’s great, thank you.” Grip nodded, smiling at the younger man. “Is there something else, Grip?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just a feeling I keep getting. It was like the feeling I got when those men were firing at Montana. Like I had to be there but couldn’t get there quickly enough.”

“She’s safe, Grip. I won’t let anything happen to her,” said Garr.

“Good. That’s good. We need her out at the weapons facility. She’s going to change the world and perhaps us in the process.”

“Are you okay, Grip? Are you lonely? I mean, I know that some of the other ghosts have found their loves. What about you?”

“I had my love, and I hid him away like a secret prize,” frowned Grip. “I should have introduced him to everyone and had a life with him. A good life.”

“But you did have a good life, and thanks to you, he’s having a good life now as well.” Grip nodded.

“Yes. Yes, he is, and I am happy for him and Miguel. I promise I am.”

“But you want something for yourself as well?”

“Maybe. I tell you what, if you come across any middle-aged, gay ghosts, send them my way. I’m always around.”

“I’ll do that,” chuckled Garr. “Hey, Grip? Thanks for keeping an eye on her. If she needed you, if she needed help, you can touch others like the rest of them, right?” Grip stared at the young man, walking slowly toward him. He lifted his big, wide palms, gently settling them on the bare flesh of Garr’s shoulders. He squeezed and nodded.

“If she needed me, I would die a second time, Garr.”