Page 13 of Hot Ghoul Summer (Pine Ridge Universe)

I t all starts very simply, with a question, “Besides Sera, what other kinds of magical people do you know? Would any of them help in a pinch?”

“Pine Ridge is one of the nicest communities for the paranormal population,” I say, shuffling my feet. “I don’t know anyone but Sera well, but she knows a bunch of folks that could be useful. What’s your plan?”

And then, Molly gives me a crafty grin and lays it out for me.

She is so witty. So smart. When I’m in a jam, about to get sold up the river (by my own hand, I admit), she has a plan, just like the Molly I once knew.

With the help of Sera and her friends from Pine Ridge, we’re going to give Theo Cross, Gary Garmin, and any other bastards who show up the fright of their lives.

“HI, GARY. THE BEACH house is just beautiful. But where are you?” I ask in my most innocent idiot voice.

Gary chokes. “Wha-what?”

“I love it! It’s so nice here. And the guy, that real estate agent you told to show me around was super helpful, but he had no idea where you were, either. The hospital said you never checked in there.”

“I... I was airlifted! Yeah, to another hospital. I’m doing much better.”

“But the house is still mine, right?”

“Yes! Yes, it is. Um. But you need the deed. I’ll tell you where to meet another of my real estate pals, okay? Mr. Cross. Theo Cross.”

My eyes shift across the table to Toby and Sera. They exchange a look.

“Stupid and a scumbag,” Sera sums it up succinctly.

I think she’s going to be one of my besties if I move to Pine Ridge.

“Mr. Cross? Where’s his office?” I ask in the same brainless voice.

“Uh. It... I’m not sure of the address. Let me call him and call you back.” Gary hangs up on me without giving me a chance to reply.

“That’s my cue.” Toby kisses my forehead and vanishes.

Sera smirks. “I told you he was a good guy. He’d be awesome husband material.”

I just blush.

I BLINK INTO GARY GARMIN’S hotel room. He’s got fresh bruises, and one hand is a mass of tape. Mr. Cross’s spy has had at least one encounter with Molly’s ex-stepfather.

His better hand (which is still not good) dials with shaking fingers. “Theo! She called me. She’s at the house, still.”

“Bull. Shit. We tried to burn her out. Nothing. Emptied half the street, and she ain’t there. You’re lying.”

“I—I’m not, but I told her she had to meet a friend of mine to pick up some important papers. Important papers like a—a fake passport so she can get out of the country! Name the place, and she’ll be there tomorrow morning.”

I cross my arms and scowl. Garmin lies incredibly well. He’s fast on his feet. I see how Molly was duped by him once. I see why she might have trust issues after living with a man who lies as easily as breathing.

Cross’ voice is electric with excitement. “Make it tomorrow evening. I don’t want anyone watching—except you. You’re gonna come pay me a visit, Garmin. If your little angel doesn’t show up, you can take her place. I don’t think you’ll be as much fun to play with, but I have some real nice psychos on the payroll.”

My skin crawls just at the sound of Cross’ laughter.

“I... I’m...”

“You’ll be there, or the guy tailing you is going to put a bullet in your brain. Okay?”

“Okay,” Garmin squeaks miserably. “Where do I tell her to meet you?”

“Angler Trail, heading toward Presque Island. No one’ll be on that deserted road after dark when the ferry has finished running.”

“But, she won’t go alone after dark. I mean... I mean she’s going to know you’re looking for her. She killed your brother,” Garmin lies, beads of sweat flowing down his radish-hued face.

“Tell her you’ll meet her there. She won’t be alone, then.”

Another whimper. Garmin paces. He checks the door of his motel room, opening it just a crack.

A car’s lights immediately illuminate the room.

He’s still got that tail, all right. Cornered, Garmin gives in.

That’s convenient. We may be able to combine both parts of Molly’s plan into one single, glorious attack.

TOBY POPS BACK BESIDE me as Gary’s call comes through. “Uh. Meet my friend on Angler Trail, heading toward Presque Island. You know it?”

“No, but I’ll find it. What time?”

“Eight o’clock tomorrow night.”

“At night? Why so late?”

“He’s uh— waiting for me! Good news! I’ll be there, too, Molly. I h-have to sign something.”

“Aren’t you too injured to travel? You were airlifted out just a few days ago.”

“It’s important. I have to be there, but you can see why it’ll take me so long to arrive, what with my accident and all. Will you be there?” he demands, voice short and broken, panting from his injuries and probably from fright.

“Well... Okay,” I pretend to think about it and then give in.

Garmin hangs up and Toby vanishes again to make sure that my answer is relayed to Cross.

It is.

All that’s left to do is wait until tomorrow night, when Toby, Musketeer, Sera, and a ghost named Gloria will convince Theo Cross that I’m dead and scare my horrible ex-stepfather straight. Or to death. At this point, I’m not too picky.

“YOU KNOW WHAT’S NICE ?” I kiss Molly’s ear as she sits in my lap.

“Having a roaring fire in the middle of summer?” Molly laughs and leans her naked body back into mine.

Tonight, we’re in my room, sprawled on my bed. The enchanted fireplace doesn’t add much heat, just ambience, letting me see my gorgeous girl in all her golden beauty, outlined by firelight.

“What’s nice is that if we get this taken care of tomorrow night, we still have a handful of days left on my vacation. We’ll go to the lake. Take walks.”

“Stay inside and have sex on the pool table?” Molly asks.

“I love you extra for that,” I shiver in anticipation. My hardness swells and nudges her delectably curvy rear. With less than subtle hands, I push my cock between her thighs and see if she takes the bait.

She does, leaning forward and then sitting back to impale my rod inside her warm, wet tunnel. It instantly clamps down on me. I reach around the front to make sure I don’t neglect stimulating her from the outside. I’m determined to be a good lover, the best she’s ever had. My fingers find her sensitive, thickened inner labia. I run my fingers over them, tugging gently.

“Oh, God. Like that,” Molly instantly soaks my cock, soft squeezes telling me how much she appreciates my attention.

I suck my fingers to wet them before flickering over her clit and sliding along each plump lip. “I’m going to devour you here when we’re done,” I whisper in her ear, biting down on her neck. I don’t let myself think about how this might be our last time if anything goes wrong.

“After?” Molly gasps as I take one of her breasts in my hand and start to massage it. Her nipples stand up hard and high. For a moment, I leave her pussy so that I can cup each breast, nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, tugging steadily as I begin to fuck her.

“Yes. After. I’m not leaving this pretty peach until we’re both done.” I give her nipples a particularly firm tug and almost whine in pleasure when a chorus of fluttering squeezes claim my cock.

“After you come in me?”

“Mmhm.”

I feel her pussy loosen as wetness flows faster and thicker. “Ooh, Molly,” I purr in her ear, keeping my voice low. I’m blushing at what I said, and I think she’s shy to admit it, too, but both of us are aroused by the thought of experimentation.

“Maybe you didn’t mean it like that,” Molly whispers.

“I did. I meant it just like that. I want to lick you clean.”

“Oh! Oh, fuck.” Molly spasms hard and begins to rock on me, taking control of the rhythm.

“And I want you to clean me, too, love. Would you do that? Would you suck my cock after it’s been in your pussy?”

“You’re so bad.”

“I’m a monster, baby.”

“I love you. You’re my monster,” she whispers, shocking me with how easily she admits her love.

It’s probably the pleasure talking.

I’ll take it.

“Keep talking,” she whispers.

“I’ve been alone for years. I’ll talk your bloody ear off,” I growl, nipping her earlobe.

The slapping sound of her wet slit around my cock outdoes the lapping of Lake Erie outside the window. “Such a wet little quim, pet. You like it when I fill it, don’t you?”

“Fu-uck!” Her cry is hitched as I knead her clit while grinding myself up into her.

“Tell me. Partners share the conversation.”

Oh, and God, I am lucky.

She tells me at once. “I love when you come in me. I love when you come in me with both cocks,” she breathes, wet pussy slapping against me faster.

I grip Molly’s shoulders and push her forward, kneeling behind her now. My hands dig into her cheeks and I hold them open so I can watch how her tight pink hole grips my pale shaft, how stretched it looks as I fill her, how her tight anus winks up at me, teasing the darkest parts of my brain, the most taboo desires.

Without thinking, my form shifts, long, blue-black tongue swirling from bony jaws, the tip wriggling against her pucker as she squeals and I slam into her.

“I love your other tongue. I love both cocks. I want...” There’s a pause.

I squeeze her ass and push my thumb tip against her second entrance. “No fear, here, pet.”

“I want to suck your monster cock, too,” she gasps.

“Ohh! Oh, God!”

Molly will have to suck me in a minute. Right now, I’m too busy coming in her.

TOBY IS BOTH THE SWEETEST , most gentle, most innocent person I’ve ever met, as well as the kinkiest, naughtiest person I’ve ever met.

Right now, my sloppy pussy is sitting over his face while I slurp the bulging dark cock that pulses and curls in my mouth, teasing my tonsils and making me light-headed from lack of air while its owner makes my eyes roll back in pleasure.

Toby sucks both labia into his mouth and licks his cream out of my center as his tongue plunges and plunders inside of me.

It’s the raunchiest sixty-nine I could imagine, but it doesn’t feel wrong. It just feels good.

My body is all for him, for his love, and for his touches that make me moan. Likewise, I’ve never taken such delight in giving anyone pleasure, not even myself.

With a sigh, I swallow as much of his cock as I can. Toby’s finger traces gently over my virgin backdoor and I jump, wriggling back against it until his fingertip slips inside.

“Mm. The rest of our vacation is going to be awesome,” I whisper between moans.

I don’t mention that it might all end tonight.