Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : D. J. Manly
Word Count :39250
Publication Date :2010-08-12
Series : #
Heat Level :
- Product Code: 978-1-55487-412-5
Before Reese arrived at the closed down resort in Southern Australia that his lover had bought for him before he died; he didn’t pay much attention to the stories about ghosts haunting the place. Stories about sexual orgies, and a hot young rock star, who everyone wanted a piece of, that eventually died there, didn’t really frighten him. He didn’t believe in ghosts. The Mountain Escape, secluded and scenic, had been the ideal place for celebrities, and the wealthy to hide away. Now Reese wanted to hide away, immerse himself in getting the resort into shape for future guests, and forget his pain. But there were too many secrets surrounding the Escape, secrets that some had wanted buried forever. But then sometimes the dead grow restless, and love is eternal.
The mountains were lovely and they slept out under the stars rather than inside Samuel's luxurious trailer. In the morning, they bathed in the waterfall and made love. Samuel had stopped at a drugstore on the way and bought a fresh supply of lube and condoms.
"Fuck me here, under the water," Reese told him. He couldn't get enough of Samuel. He had a great cock and knew how to use it. And Reese hated to admit it, but he was much better at it than Danny had ever been.
Reese gripped the rock, the water pouring down on him as Samuel slipped his dick into his ass and pumped the hell out of him. At the same time, his hard body moved against his and his hands touched him in all the right places. Reese screamed out his orgasm, just to hear what it sounded like out there in the middle of nowhere. When Samuel pulled out, Reese took him down in the shallow water and kissed him all over. When he was hard again, Reese spread his thighs as he sat up against a rock and sucked him off.
They stayed naked out there most of the day. And when the sight of him made Reese hot again, he wiggled between his thighs and played with his balls, then licked them and suckled them until Samuel pleaded for mercy. "No attention for my poor cock?"
Reese smiled slyly. "I want to fuck you."
"You do, do you?"
"You have a delicious ass and it deserves to be invaded. I want to rape your ass."
He grinned down at him. "I think that might be a felony."
"Not with the willing, it's not." Reese laughed. "Play a game with me." Reese spread out on the ground and played with his own erection, looking up at Samuel.
"I'll do anything with you when you look at me like that."
"Putty in my hands," Reese teased. "Okay, I've captured you out here. You're my prisoner. I've always wanted to do this, so bear with me."
"See that big rock there."
"Go lay on it on your belly and spread you legs real wide."
Samuel walked over to the rock and did exactly as Reese asked him. Reese was suddenly really turned on beyond reason. He walked over, feasted his eyes on Samuel's hard, round ass, then slapped it. "Beg for mercy."
"Please, please don't." He started to laugh.
Reese slapped him again, laughing. "No academy award for you. Your ass is mine, slut."
Samuel glanced back at him. "Fuck me."
Reese spread some lube on his fingers and roughly inserted two of them into Samuel's ass. He licked his lips, not able to wait. He quickly tore open the condom and rolled it on. "Your ass is so fine, so open. I'm going to spread you good, baby."
He went into him without any more hesitation. Samuel groaned, grunted and then began to respond to the pace Reese had set. It felt so wonderful being inside of him. "You're mine," he cried out before he realized it. Later, he wondered if his declaration had been premature. Samuel wasn't his. They'd only just met.
Before Reese came, he pulled Samuel to his feet. With a foot balanced against the rock, he continued pumping into him, his hands pinching his nipples at the same time. He came with a deep groan of satisfaction, whispering his name against his back. Samuel leaned back against him and they stood there, rocking back and forth, holding each other. Reese never wanted it to end.
They stayed another night. Samuel fucked him out under the stars. Reluctantly, they decided to head back the next day. They arrived Sunday evening, at around nine thirty. The first thing they saw as they drove up the road was every light in the place was on.
"What's going on?" Reese gasped, hopping out of the truck and racing up the front steps. Samuel came right after him. When he walked in, he stood there, stunned. It was as though a hurricane had hit the place. The sofas were turned upside down, chairs were scattered across the room and the pictures hanging on the wall were all turned back to front.
Reese and Samuel looked at each other in awe.
Samuel was speechless as well.
"Enough!" Reese cried, his gaze searching the room. "Stop this, Ethan."
Samuel stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "You think a ghost did this?"
"It has to be. Where is Hans? I'm surprised he didn't notice the lights were all on…and oh no," Reese cried out, "Hans? Hans, where are you? Samuel, run down and check his house."
Samuel raced out the front door.
"Hans?" Reese cried out, heading for the basement. He inserted his key and turned. The door stayed stubbornly closed. "Hans, are you down there?"
A voice called out. "Mr. Reese? Is that you?"
"Hans? Are you all right?"
"Yep, I think so. I got myself locked down here somehow."
"Don't worry. I'm going to get you out of there."
"The light is burnt out, I think. It won't go on."
"I thought that I just replaced that stupid light bulb," Reese replied, tugging on the door. "Damn it. Wait. I'll be right back." Reese ran into the kitchen and came back with a small crowbar. Maybe he could pry the door open.
There was a rumbling sound and someone called out again.
"Hans?" Reese struggled with the door, chipping off some wood and finally pulling it open. "Hans?" He took the stairs a little too fast and almost went flying. When he got to the bottom, he tripped over a body that lay in a huddle. Reese crawled over to him. "Hans? Are you all right?"
Hans groaned a little, then he reached out and clutched Reese's arm. "You're in danger here, Mr. Reese. Leave this place. He wants you gone."
"I'm not going anywhere," Reese said stubbornly as he pulled Hans to his feet. "Is anything broken?"
"I don't think so."
"What happened?" He put his arm around Hans and helped him up the stairs.
"I saw him, Mr. Reese. I saw him plain as day."
"Lincoln Pierce. He was holding Ethan by the throat, on his knees like. He told me to get out, but the door was jammed and I couldn't. I'm sure it was Lincoln who tore the place apart."
"No, I think Ethan did it. I think he was angry I left. He wants me to help him and I don't know how. I don't know what he wants."
"No one can help him, sir," Hans told him when they got to the top of the stairs.
"Hans, you got to talk to me. You saw it all. If I knew what happened here…I could…"
Samuel came in, out of breath. "Good, you found him. Are you all right?" he asked Hans.
"Fine. I may need a hand getting home."
"I'll drive you," Samuel offered. He looked at Reese.
"Go ahead. I'm fine. I'm going to try to put the living room back together. Hans, please, you need to talk to me. Tomorrow, okay?"
Hans nodded hesitantly. "Goodnight."
Reese began to put things back together, feeling such sadness. What did Ethan want from him? Then he paused. There was a piano playing, a voice was singing. It sounded like an echo, faded, but clear enough so he could make out the words. Live for the day…experience the pleasure…come with me tonight…I'll be yours until first light. Forget me tomorrow, baby. I'll be living for the day…
Reese walked slowly toward the ballroom, as if in a trance. The voice was calling to him like a drug. When he got to the entrance, he saw him, Ethan, sitting in the corner, his hands on the keyboard, singing those words in a voice truly blessed by the gods. He stared straight ahead, not appearing to see anything.
Reese swallowed. This couldn't be, but then he'd seen him before. "What do you want from me, Ethan?" He demanded, his own voice sounding sharp and desperate. "You ask me to help you, but I don't know how. Tell me how you died."
He stopped playing, smiled at him, then just vanished.