Desire's Golden Dreams (21 page)

“Here I am as substantive as you, but not anywhere else.” The men eyed each other as they swigged from their beers. “I see you think I’m pulling a fast one. What will it take to convince your boyfriend do you think, Hannah?”

Bolt turned to find Hannah hopping on the stool next to him. He had almost forgotten she was there. He grasped her waist to help her be seated. “I’m certain you can conjure up some magic trick, but I won’t buy it.”

The room dimmed. The bar and all the room’s furniture except the stool Hannah was on disappeared. Bolt rubbed his backside as he struggled off the dirt floor. He reached out to touch the area where the bar had been. Nothing. His jaw clenched and dizziness overtook him. Hannah steadied him with her arms. He went into their protection shaking from shock.

“He’s a ghost, really, and he needs my help to get out of the spell he’s under,” Hannah whispered into Bolt’s ear.

“Why you?”

“Because I am the living embodiment of his soul mate. He needs to somehow show her his love is real and he didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“Hurt her? How?”

“I don’t know. Mostly this is conjecture, but he may have murdered her.”

“And you expect me to let you help him?”

“Whatever happened, he didn’t do it on purpose, I’m sure. Now, he needs to atone.”

Light flashed. The room’s décor reappeared and so did Slim. “She’s almost got it, but not the whole story. I can’t quite get it out yet. I don’t know why. Every time I try, the world we’re in goes haywire. I can assure you I would never hurt Hannah or anyone else for that matter. And I am a ghost.”

Bolt’s scientific mind wanted to find out all he could about this phenomenon. He asked question after question. He and Slim had another beer as Slim told Bolt everything he knew of ghost activity. Hannah wandered around the room as they talked and argued and became friends. Slim made coffee and roast-beef sandwiches. They ate, had more beer, and at last remembered Hannah.

Bolt took her in his arms. “I’m sorry I doubted your sanity. Forgive me?”

“Of course. It was the natural reaction.”

Slim came to her other side and placed his arm around her waist. Hannah turned to him and their lips met. Bolt smiled to his own amazement. He had succumbed to Jessica’s tongue ring and received a wingding of a blow job yesterday before he left the ranch. He couldn’t very well deny Hannah her wish. He’d helped her insert the butt plug this morning and was horny as hell thinking of it as Slim kissed Hannah with lots of deep tongue.

Bolt palmed Hannah’s breast as she leaned into Slim’s arms. “Does this cave have a bedroom? I believe the lady wants to experiment with double penetration.”

Slim held her away from him. “Have you worn the larger dildo yet?”

“I have it in now. I’m ready.”

“After only two days? Are you sure?”

“Hell, yes. Where’s the damn bedroom?”

Hannah pulled her tee over her head as she and Bolt followed Slim. She dropped it at the foot of a huge absolutely square bed. Dreamy music wafted over them from some unseen source and dim lamps sent ghostly shadows across the white bedding. Pillows spilled from the bed, the chaise, and two easy chairs. Slim went to the bootjack and removed the snakeskin boots he always wore. Bolt had left his well-worn boots at the ranch and easily slipped off his sneakers. They made quick work of their shirts and turned to Hannah. Her jeans, low on her hips, were unzipped. Four hands surrounded her waist and slid the jeans, then her panties down. Bolt lifted her and she shook her feet until her garments fell to the floor. He set her in the center of the bed and snuggled up to her side as he shucked off his jeans. His cock was ready and she took it in her hand to smear its head with its own juices.

Slim watched them while divesting himself of his jeans. He placed himself on the other side of Hannah and massaged her breasts as she massaged Bolt’s cock. She turned to him. “I see I shall not be disappointed.” She took his cock in her other hand and slid it up and down in the same rhythm as she was doing to Bolt. Slim moaned and rooted to her nipple. Bolt joined him in enjoying her breasts.

Hannah’s pussy was seeping. The two men she loved were nursing on her nipples as she fondled their cocks. How could she be any hotter? She found out as Slim’s hand reached under her to push on the dildo she hadn’t removed. Bolt’s hand slid to her tummy, then slowly down to her pubic area. He circled her pussy lightly with his fingers before dipping one inside her.

Bolt’s breath came in ragged pants. “Are you ready for us, cupcake?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Bolt lay flat on his back and she easily slid onto his cock since both of them were secreting already.

Slim pet her back as he enjoyed the lovers fucking. “I am going to remove the dildo and replace it gradually with my cock. Are you okay?”

“I’m great. Hurry.” Bolt was sucking her nipple and growing ever harder inside her. If Slim didn’t get on with it, he’d be too late.

The dildo slipped out and lotion-filled fingers entered her in its place. Slim massaged inside her sphincter for several seconds. He pushed her back down onto Bolt’s chest and inserted the tip of his cock. She tightened. “Please try to relax or we can’t do this.”

Hannah wanted two men inside her and she concentrated on keeping her ass open for him. He shoved in quickly.

Bolt shouted, “Damn that feels good.”

Hannah wasn’t so sure. It had hurt going in, but now Slim was still, it was okay. Slim pulled halfway out. Going out didn’t hurt, but then he shoved back in and she held her breath until he stilled. He rode her slowly and gently until he stretched her and she became used to the sensations. Hannah soon discovered that slight pain gave her pleasure. She looked forward to his cock’s entrance and its shove up to the hilt the same way she looked forward to Bolt’s thrusts into her pussy.

Bolt cried out his pleasure with whoops. “Every time Slim rams into you all the way, the tip of my dick hits bottom. It’s amazing.”

Hannah tried to store up memory of the throbbing crescendo building in her body, but pain mixed with pleasure was closing down her brain. She was floating in a world of sensations. Her nipples were being sucked and pinched. Her hips were being manipulated by one man, then the other, according to the way they wanted to feel inside her. Her pussy was being reamed and her ass plundered. She feared she would black out with overloaded stimulation and wished it could go on forever.

At first their movements were uncoordinated and jerky. Soon, they found a rhythm pleasing to all and went with it. Slim rode Hannah, Hannah rode Bolt, and Bolt seemed in a wonderland of his own. Hannah reached her orgasm first and screamed, angry that this long-awaited invasion of her body by the two men she loved would soon be over. Bolt came with Hannah’s last pulse around him. Slim took a few more thrusts before he exploded.

The three of them stretched out, laughing and touching each other. Bolt took Hannah’s face between his hands. “Darlin’, are you okay?”

She kissed him. “I’m marvelous. Thank you, Bolt.”

“No, thank you, cupcake. I could never have imagined the way this felt. I loved it and I love you.” They kissed, long and deep, then turned to Slim.

Slim was gone.

Bolt sat up against the headboard and looked around. “He’s gone. Do you think this was what he needed to send him—uh—wherever he was supposed to go?”

Hannah scooted next to him. “No, he’s not gone for good. If he were, the bed and this room would also be gone. He has to come back to lead us out of here.” She moved to the end of the bed, stood, and went to the doorway. “I’m going to see if he’s in the other room.”

“Wait, I’m coming.” Bolt joined her.

In the den, the bar and chairs and couch were still in place. Slim was not.

Bolt slid his hand down Hannah’s naked bottom. “If you’re sure he’ll be back, let’s wait in the bedroom. I’m still horny as hell.”

Hannah laughed and fondled his cock. “Yes, you certainly are.”

They returned to the huge bed. Bolt looked longingly at Hannah. You’ve been fucked hard. Do you need a rest?”

“The hell I do. I’m Hannah Brown’s great-great-great-granddaughter. Let’s go.”

The Firmament, Present day

“The council has decided you’ve proven your love for Hannah Tolliver West by being able to capture the love and trust of Hannah Janes. We are convinced you could not have intended to do Hannah West harm with this much capacity for giving and receiving love. We are ready to send you home.”

One at a time, Slim met the gaze of each of the five faces at the table before him. This was what he had waited decades for, to be released from eternal limbo.

“Gentlemen and women, I dearly wish to rest, but I cannot go yet.”

Gabriel stood and leaned both hands on the table. “What do you mean?” Claps of thunder accompanied his words.

“You see, I love this Hannah Janes as I loved Hannah West. And I love Bolt. They belong together, you must see that. Yet, the forces trying to keep them apart are formidable. I want to help.”

Gabriel sat and the members of the council conferred. They examined documents before them and called for others. They argued in heated whispers. Finally they resumed their seats.

Mary stood. “We see in the future that what you suspect is true.” She picked up a sheet of paper. “This Alice May Grant Carmody is relentless as is the young girl”—she let the paper drift to the table—“Jessica somebody.” Mary sighed. “The father, this Buck Carmody, is well meaning but also wishes to keep Bolt and Hannah apart. His wife, Jewel, resents the superior brain of Hannah and also plots against her.” Mary shook her head. “This poor Hannah Janes needs somebody on her side. Her father is ineffectual and she has no one else.”

Slim grew agitated. “You mean I can stay?”

Mary sat and Gabriel answered. “Yes, you may stay. Some believe you should go in human form, others are adamant you should remain as you are, a spirit. We are still debating the point. For now, you return to the mine. Hannah Brown Tolliver the First is one of our most revered Angels. Help her kin if you are able.”

THE END

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Tish Domenick is first generation Italian-American. She has earned two University degrees, a BS (no, not that BS, Bachelor of Science—really) and an MA, and has many years experience in the health care field. Give her a bowl of pasta, a good red wine, a romantic novel, and life is good. She lives in Florida with her husband, who cooks the pasta and pours the wine and wonders how she researched those erotic scenes. She’ll never tell.

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