“Get our bodies back.”
“But you’re dead.” And digging up some corpses did not sound like fun. She truly had a sick mind, even in sleep apparently.
“Not exactly. We were placed in limbo by a witch,” said the serious-looking Mark.
“This is getting better and better,” giggled Jenna. “Let me guess. We need to have wild monkey sex, and poof, you’ll be living men again. Damn this is going to make a great book.”
Quicker than she could follow, Derrick grabbed her. He pressed her against his hard cock. She forgot to breathe.
“This isn’t a joke, Jenna. We’ve been trying to get your attention since you moved in. You need to find the spell that did this to us and reverse it.”
Jenna sobered. “Let’s say I even believe you. Where would I find this spell?”
Derrick kept her pinned against him and spoke over her shoulder. “I don’t know if I like this plan, Mark. She’s just a tiny thing. She could get hurt.”
Before she had a chance to retort-no one had ever called her tiny, not with her childbearing hips-an equally nude and aroused male body pressed up against her back. It was enough to make a girl swoon and Jenna almost did, her knees buckling at the sweet heat that flashed through her. Two sets of hands and bodies held her up. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the decadence of the attentions of two men. Her arousal soaked her pussy.
“Fuck. I can’t-” Derrick claimed her lips in a scorching kiss. His mouth caressed hers while his brother licked her neck in exploration. She moaned into Derrick’s mouth.
Jenna fell into a swirling well of pleasure. The sensations of their lips and tongues made her mindless. When the twins tried to pull away with matching strangled groans, she clutched Derrick’s face and wiggled her bottom back against Mark.
They couldn’t resist. They dove back in for more, their embraces frantic with need. She found herself on the ground, their hot mouths latched to each of her breasts.
She panted, writhing as their wicked tongues swirled around her nipples. Who cares if this is a dream? This feels so fucking good. She clasped both their heads and gyrated her hips in need. Dream or not, she wanted them to touch her. Fuck her.
Though it was only a fantasy, she wondered what making love to two men at once would feel like.
“No,” gasped one of her dream lovers. “Derrick, stop. We have to tell her more before it’s too late.”
Too late for what? She was consumed with aching, unfulfilled need as they rolled away from her and helped her stand on shaky feet.
Jenna blinked at them dazedly, not understanding why her subconscious made them stop. It’s my dream. Why the fuck aren’t they making love to me? I can tell they want to. Their erections stood proudly from their groins and she reached out to touch one, only to have it move back out of reach. A distressed sound came out of her lips. She was so damned horny. Why wouldn’t they let her play?
“Jenna, sweetheart. Please, you have to listen. I promise when we get our bodies back we’ll make love to you until you can’t walk, but right now you have to listen.”
Jenna crossed her arms over her chest. “And if I don’t want to listen? This is my dream. Maybe I’ll just wake myself up and finish what you started.”
That got their attention. Their jaws literally dropped.
“She is so fucking made for us,” said Derrick in a thick voice.
“Yes, she is,” agreed Mark. “Now listen, Jenna. You’re going to have to look up witch spells and find one that can put somebody in limbo.”
“And just where am I supposed to find a spell? I don’t exactly have a little black book of spells, you know.”
“Google it, “said Mark dryly. “Then find out how to reverse it.”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “Okay. Whatever.”
Mark was the one to grab her this time. “I’m serious, sweetheart. This isn’t a dream. Well it is, but my brother and I are quite real. Kind of. Damn it, just do it.”
“Great, my dream is being haunted by horny brothers.”
“We’re not real ghosts. Could a real ghost do this?” Derrick leaned in and nipped her neck hard.
The pain woke Jenna and unlike her previous dreams, this one remained quite vivid-from the conversation with the Wolfgang brothers right down to the feel of their erect cocks pressing against her.
“Make me horny, will you,” she muttered throwing off the comforter. She shimmied out of her pajama bottoms and underwear and spread her legs wide.
“I hope you’re watching,” she said. Then she touched herself.
Derrick dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and watched Jenna masturbate. He wasn’t the only dumbfounded one. Mark couldn’t resist the show either and knelt beside him.
He wasn’t sure when he began to stroke his cock in time to her rubs over her clit. He was hypnotized at the way she pleasured herself, her nimble fingers touching her slick flesh, her moisture just begging for a hot tongue. Derrick pumped his shaft and moved to sit between her legs.
“What are you doing?” asked Mark hoarsely.
“Getting off. You should do the same.” He continued to work his cock right over the quickening movements of her hand. Her face was beautiful, her eyes shut and her mouth open, panting.
“Come for me baby,” he crooned, not caring if she could hear him. He knew she was close; he could see it in her face and in the tenseness of her body. For the first time, a hand job wasn’t enough. He wanted to pretend for one moment that he was buried inside her.
When she thrust her pelvis up on the brink of her orgasm, he pumped his ghostly cock forward and penetrated her with his spiritual flesh.
With a gasp, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, Derrick could have sworn she saw him. Then she came with a keening cry, and insubstantial as he was, the pressure of her release around his ghostly cock was enough to make him come too.
Oh, fuck. If she can affect me like this even in limbo, it’s going to be insane when I finally get to touch her in person.
Chapter Five
The next morning, accompanied by a constant cold freeze as she dressed, showered, and ate breakfast, Jenna couldn’t stop thinking of the dream-and the aftermath.
My imagination. It has to be. I don’t believe in ghosts and magic. But trying to believe that was becoming difficult because, even if one ignored the ghostly caresses on her skin, she could no longer ignore the doors that swung open at her approach, the picture frames that rattled, the drapes that fluttered, and the myriad other poltergeist-type acts.
What about when it felt like one of them fucked me last night while I was masturbating? She must have still been asleep when she imagined it.
She decided to go on as if she hadn’t had the freakiest dream and night ever. But the ghosts she didn’t believe in wouldn’t stop bugging her. The third time she felt a cold swipe at her groin, she threw up her hands. “Fine. I’ll Google it. You happy now?”
No one replied, but a tingly air-kiss on her neck made her skin goose pimple and her nipples poke holes through her t-shirt.
She booted up her laptop on the dining room table and typed in ‘witch spell’.
“Holy fuck. 3,010,000 results.” That was about three million nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine more than she wanted. She needed to fine-tune her search, so she added the word limbo and only got ninety thousand four hundred entries. She twiddled with the search terms and became engrossed in her research, amazed at the amount of websites devoted to witchcraft.
On a whim, she typed in “witch Twin Dales”. To her surprise, a listing came up for a shop in the town itself. She clicked onto the website and found an online store for all types of witchy items from charms to potions and more. She looked at the contact info and stared at the picture of the blonde ice queen she’d bumped into. Clarissa Mayweather.