Grizz by Holly Gunn

Author:Holly Gunn [Gunn, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hell Bent Press
Published: 2020-03-10T04:00:00+00:00

GRIZZWOLD

It’s all wrong.

These thoughts I’m having.

She’s at the doorway, her long, dark, reddish-brown hair in a ponytail. All I want to do it pull the length of it in my hands, push her back against the door again and fuck her senseless, feel that heat I know so well, and love her. Love her like she’s my Jane.

Only she’s not my Jane.

She’s Esly.

And although I’ve determined she is Jane, but the witch body of my Jane that isn’t really a ghost, she’s not really her.

Jane was feisty and unafraid to speak her mind, to touch me at will. She’d give me control with sex, or as much control as could be had when one of you is invisible, but otherwise, she was a powerhouse—moving from one thing to the next in confidence.

Esly isn’t like that. From the moment I open the door, she’s back to shy and sweet.

I brush aside thoughts of sex, turn my body to the side to hide that my cock is still ready for morning nookie, and ask casually, “Ready, babe?”

She ducks her head and I think it’s out of habit that she goes to tuck her hair behind her ear.

I hear her whisper something self-deprecating, a habit, I realize, her criticizing herself.

“One quick thing,” I say, moving into her space. I notice her hands in fists and I offer a, “Good girl, I get to touch first,” and her eyes turn that hot and fiery that reminds me of the feeling Jane gave me.

“What’s the one quick thing?” she asks, back to brazen. I give her a slow, tipped-lip, half-smile. That’s what Jane used to call it, a “half-smile.” She used to say she loved those, but she loved my laughs more. And more than that, she loved my “real smiles,” as she called them, said they were rare.

When I told her I save them for those times in my life when I’ve got real joy, she was quiet for a while, until she touched the edges of my mouth and whispered against my lips, “If I was really yours, I’d make it so your whole life was so filled with joy, you’d never do anything but smile. Every second of every day.”

I’d been quiet for a few minutes after that, and not just because of her soft kiss.

Then she’d said, playfully, “But then, I’d never get that half-smile or your laugh, so maybe I’ll just make it so you feel joy most of the time, and the rest of the time, I get the other two.”

My voice had been rough when I’d replied, “If anyone can, it’s you, baby.”

We’d gone after each other then, torn each other’s clothes off (something that yes, although I couldn’t see them, I could feel them), and her, those warm hands peeling away my layers in a rush. Afterward, totally spent, we’d fallen asleep in my bed. When I woke to the sun, she was gone. As was her way.

It’s the last time I spent with her.

Before I ignored her, when I misheard and thought she was a ghost.

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