Mack's Perfectly Ghastly Homecoming (Mack's Marvelous Manifestations Book 2)

by AJ Sherwood

  “Good job, cher.”

  I couldn’t help myself. I reached out with my free hand and snagged him up and into me, leaning in to kiss him. My lips caught his on a huff of surprise, and I kissed him and kissed him, and it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t be satisfied with a kiss, I wanted more of him. A more intimate, deeper connection with him. Pulling back, I panted over his parted lips, “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Do me. Right now.”

  He laughed outright, head thrown back and brown eyes sparkling. “How could that possibly be sexy?”

  “Excuse you, you were like some ancient king, demanding obedience and getting it. I got shivers up my spine because of you.” I looked around in frustration. Nowhere in the house was conducive to sex. His mom’s house was straight out. It would take too long to get a hotel room. Car it was. I hauled him out of the room. “Come on. Car sex, right now.”

  Mack didn’t fight the hold but he did protest. “Now? Shouldn’t we tell people we got the ghost? And I’ve never had car sex.”

  I stopped in my tracks and looked at him, surprised. “Really? Not even once? Definitely car sex, then. Good thing the Tahoe’s windows are tinted. Text them later, honey. I need you now.”

  He looked intrigued and antsy and didn’t protest as we headed outside again. I put the tools down inside the living room—we’d likely need them later—and freed up my hands. Mentally, I planned the approach. I had a condom and packet of lube in my wallet, we were good there. If we laid down the second- and third-row seats, we should have enough room to maneuver too. Maybe.

  I went ahead of Mack and started folding down seats. As soon as I was towards the back of the vehicle, he climbed in after me, closing the door. At this time of day, everyone was at work and school in the neighborhood, and I was thankful for it. I really had no patience right now. I snagged Mack by the waist and reeled him in.

  He came with a smile, one hand braced so he could comfortably kiss me without craning his neck or back to do it. My focus was getting his pants undone. There wasn’t going to be a lot of foreplay on this go-round.

  It was a little muggy in the car, the southern humidity thick as always, and yet it was a relief when Mack wrestled me out of my own shirt. I felt entirely too hot. My arms hit the roof of the vehicle in the process, so it wasn’t an elegant movement, but he didn’t do any better a second later, as his elbow hit the glass.

  He rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Remind me again why this is a good idea, cher?”

  “The challenge of adapting to a confined space and still getting your game on is part of the fun,” I told him.

  “What’s the real reason?”

  “It would take too fucking long to get a hotel room.”

  Snickering, he levered his hips up so I could get his pants and boxers partway down, then he sighed in pleasure as I got my hand around his cock. Some part of my brain liked the contrast of my darker skin against his fair. His eyes fell to half-mast as he rocked into my grip. He grew hard in my hand and I liked it, putting that expression of pleasure on his face.

  Mack got my pants open and returned the favor. He knew exactly how to find the sensitive spot on the underside and stroke me good, and I finished hardening in seconds. It was tempting to just get off like this, but I still wanted a better connection with him.

  He must have sensed that, as he pulled back and then awkwardly turned to put his ass into my hands. It was a little hard to maneuver with us both back here. My height alone made it awkward as I didn’t really fit in this space and even with Mack being shorter and slimmer, it didn’t help that two of us were back here.

  I retrieved condom and lube packet from my wallet before dropping it carelessly elsewhere. Because my higher thought processes were shutting down pretty fast, and my hands were getting a little sweaty from the heat in here, I snapped the condom on first. I was afraid I’d lose my grip on it if I tried later. Then I squeezed lube onto my fingers and pressed one against Mack’s hole, sliding it in.

  Mack wiggled a little, arching into it, and gave a grunt of pleasure.

  “Good, honey?”

  “It would be better if you had two fingers in me.”

  “Yes, sir,” I chuckled and obeyed orders. I slid two in, thrusting in and out, warming and stretching his channel. His neck was bare and too tempting. I blamed the faint row of freckles dancing along his fair skin and the light sheen of sweat taunting me. I leaned in, sucking lightly on it, scraping my teeth against his skin.

  Mack shuddered, breath stuttering. “God, cher—get in me.”

  He sounded as fully desperate as I felt. I didn’t like the restriction of his pants and pulled them off completely, his flipflops coming off too, then flipped him onto his back. I used whatever lube was left in the packet, hoping it was enough, but Mack wasn’t patient about me trying to squeeze out a bit more. He tugged at my arms, then grimaced in frustration. His legs were twisted off to the side, too long to comfortably move in this tight space.

  I lifted off and up, straightening his legs out, and he promptly rolled his hips up and towards me, like an offering. I was so turned on I could barely see straight at this point. I pushed the head of my cock into him, and after that, I could only really focus on the tight warmth and wild pleasure coursing through me.

  A bit of a hiss sounded on Mack’s exhale, and that cut through the haze. I looked at him sharply, stilling my hips. “Mack?”

  “Don’t stop,” he whined, wrapping both legs around my waist and lifting up and into me. “I like a little burn.”

  I wasn’t entirely sure I could believe him, but I chose to do so for the moment. I slid all the way in, and Mack gasped as my cock slid over his prostate. Loving that sound, I pulled back, then did it again. And again. I braced myself, my forearms on either side of his head, getting better leverage, as I couldn’t comfortably raise up. My knees were a little crooked and folded under me as it was. But this, this was good. Mack panted as I thrust into him, sweat dampening the curls along his forehead and starting to bead along my spine. The sound of flesh slapping into flesh filled the confines of the cabin and it was an echo that urged me on.

  Mack slid on the leather seats some, and I kept drawing him back in. It felt so good, Mack gasping like he couldn’t quite catch his breath. We were both so close—

  “Ow!”

  I stopped abruptly as Mack rolled partway up, rubbing at his head.

  “Shit,” I said in realization. “Did I just—”

  “Drive me up against the side of the window?” he asked, fortunately snickering. “Yes, yes you did.”

  “Well shit,” I repeated, frustrated but also amused. Oops. “I knew you were sliding, but I thought I’d gotten you back in place.”

  “Not quite enough, it seems. Okay, change of position.” Mack pushed at my chest with a palm.

  I felt bad about knocking my boyfriend’s head against the window. But I also didn’t want to move, as my body craved release. It took me a few seconds to comply and even then it was hard. Mack moved about to the side, then pointed to where he’d just lain.

  “On your back, cher.”

  “I do love it when you’re on top.” I obeyed—I might have slammed my knee up against the window in the process—and wiggled until I had my hips in between the seatbelts. Mack threw a leg over my hips, then carefully lowered himself back onto my cock. He gave a hum, mouth quirked up in a satisfied manner as he reseated himself.

  I took in the sight of him, stretched over me like this, his dick upright and hard against his belly. I reached out and gave it a little love, stroking him as he got situated. Mack balanced himself, two hot hands against my chest, and started undulating. It was always so hot, seeing him taking pleasure like this, knowing he was enjoying this as much as I was. Mack could be so openly, gloriously sensual in his pleasure that it blew my mind sometimes.

  All too soon, I felt my balls tighten against his pert ass. I got both hands on Mack’s hips, slamming him down so that I was deeply seated in him as
my nerves exploded with pleasure, my cock convulsing deep inside of my lover.

  The sound of flesh sliding against flesh was counterpoint to the stars exploding behind my eyes. I felt Mack come a second later, hot semen landing in streams against my chest.

  Afterglow flooded my system and I just breathed for a moment. It was always so good with him—even when things started out fumbling and awkward. Like now. Blinking back into focus, I looked down at the curly head pillowed on my chest. My body wasn’t really cooling down, and I knew we’d be miserable in here if we didn’t move soon, but I let him be, as I wanted to enjoy the moment.

  With a hum, he finally stirred, lifting himself up by a few inches.

  I couldn’t help but tease. “So, how’s your first session of car sex?”

  “Awkward,” he stated firmly, grinning back at me. “And fun. And sexy as hell. But you can make anything sexy. I think that has less to do with the car and more to do with you.”

  “I accept the compliment.” I brought him in for a brief kiss. “Clean up, then call people to say the job is done?”

  Mack sighed. “We probably should go back to being responsible adults.”

  “Sucks, I agree. We’ll find a way to have more car sex later.”

  “Only if I’m on top.”

  “Honey, you’ll get no argument from me.” I paused and ruminated on if this was the right time to say this. It felt like it. “Mack. I want to try it at some point.”

  Mack paused midway through lifting himself free. “Try what, cher?”

  “Bottoming.”

  He canted his head to the side, studying my face. “You do?”

  “Yeah. I have no idea if I’ll like it or not, it’s just…I’m really curious. You love it.”

  “I do,” he admitted frankly. “And if you want to try, I’m certainly game. But not in a car. We’ll definitely need more room to maneuver with you.”

  “Fair enough.” I had a feeling I’d get teased for a while about how I’d fucked him into a window.

  We grabbed tissues, got cleaned up, and put our clothes back on. As I put the seats back into position, Mack called Edmée to tell her the ghost was gone. I got the privilege of calling Sylvia.

  “Speak,” my boss answered brusquely. It sounded choppy, like she was using a car’s Bluetooth connection.

  “Ghost is gone. It did a hell of a lot of damage before it went, though. I think most of the furniture in the house is trashed. We did have to take apart a wall to get to it, but nothing else structural.”

  “I can expense up to four thousand for this job, but not more.”

  That relieved me. I still wasn’t entirely sure how they expensed things in the Bureau. “I think four thousand will about cover it. Thanks, Sylvia.”

  “Is this a repair you can do yourself? I understand you’re handy with tools.”

  “I’m fair, but I’m not a sheetrocker. It would be better to get a pro in here.”

  “Okay, we’ll do that. How’s Mack?”

  “Smug, I think is the right word. He didn’t have to exert a lot of power on this. Intimidation tactics worked.”

  “So he’s good to tackle the next case without rest?”

  “That’s my take on it. I’ll double check with him and tell you if I’m wrong.”

  “Do that. You sound smug yourself, Brandon. No injuries for either of you?”

  “Nah. Some bruises, nothing serious. And you bet I’m smug. It’s a pleasure watching him take ghosts head on like that. Not to mention we don’t have to worry about anyone getting hurt here.”

  She sounded relieved. “Good. This sounds like it was a good first case for you two. I’ve gotten an update on the other team: Ken and Falisa Tate. They’ve got a proby with them, so you’re getting three for the price of two. They’re driving in tomorrow. You’ve got today to help straighten out the mess, and tomorrow night you can do a preliminary sweep. If it’s too much for even two teams, call me.”

  “I’m sensing a little frustration, boss.”

  “I’ve got another team who will remain nameless for the time being who stupidly bit off more than they could chew. They’re now in the hospital for the next two weeks. Two months’ recovery time, minimum. Use the good sense you were given and don’t follow in their footsteps.”

  Ah. So it wasn’t that we’d done something. Good. “Yes, boss.”

  She huffed out a breath. “Get someone to repair that sheetrock. You’ll have an easier time finding a pro. Anything else?”

  She clearly wanted off the phone so I said, “No, ma’am.”

  “Keep me updated.” Click.

  I turned to look at the house. One day to clean up, huh? Ouch. I did not think that was enough time, but hopefully there was enough family willing to pitch in that Edmée wouldn’t be stuck with it all on her own.

  9

  We were tired but mostly victorious by the time we went to my mother’s that night for dinner. Edmée, Mama, Brandon, and I had all pitched in to clean the place up, with Edmée’s friend dropping in for a spell and watching Cali so we could work. The cleanup at the house had gone fairly quickly with so many hands. The hardest part had been seeing Cali’s crumpled face as she realized most of her clothes and toys had been shredded. I’d promised her a shopping trip, and that helped, but seeing her devastation over well-loved toys destroyed brought a pang to the heart.

  I personally was just as glad it’d been toys and not her.

  Mama had quite the spread of dishes out on the table and the smell was intoxicating as I stepped through the door. I breathed deep in pleasure as I entered the kitchen. “Mama, it smells divine.”

  “It should, I’ve been slaving over the stove,” she joked. There was a smile on her mouth but a tightness around her eyes speaking of worry. “How’s everything?”

  Edmée answered, carrying Cali in with her. “I’ll have to replace Cali’s bed, the couch, and most of our clothes. But the FBI promised four thousand to help with all of that.”

  Mama’s eyes widened incredulously. “Four thousand?!”

  “As it was explained to me,” Brandon pitched in, moving about so people had room to close the door, “we break a lot of stuff. So there’s a budget for replacing and repairing in situations like this.”

  I was so glad for it, too. Edmée as a plumber made better money than most of my family, but still. She was a single mother and the cost of replacing everything would have been a burden on her. Especially as she’d already had to replace furniture to escape the bed bug infestation at her last place. It was too much to ask her to do it again two months later.

  “Well, wash your hands,” Mama encouraged. “Let’s eat before it gets cold. Edmée, you tell me how I can help while we’re eating.”

  We did as told, and I let the women talk the logistics out as I ate. Really, I was a little tired. Nothing that a good night’s sleep wouldn’t fix, but forcing a ghost to manifest against its will was draining. Forcing it to pass on also took a toll. I’d done both in the space of ten minutes. Then I’d had a good round of sex and spent five hours cleaning up a house. I was too tired to really focus much on the conversation, and they didn’t need my input anyway.

  A warm hand landed on my forehead and I blinked up at Brandon’s concerned face. He really did have radar, didn’t he? “I’m fine.”

  “You look spacey,” he told me, still frowning although he took back his hand. “Are you coming down with something?”

  “Just a little tired,” I assured him, smiling. He really did pay attention, this man.

  “I know manifestation and passing takes a bit out of you, but I thought you were okay,” he fretted. “You were acting fine up until now.”

  “Mother hen, stop,” I commanded, growing a little exasperated. Jon was correct about the Havili overprotectiveness. They could take the Olympic gold in it. “I’m alright. Just tired.”

  The women were looking at me now, and I groaned. I reiterated, “I’m alright. I just need twelve hours of sleep and I’
ll be right as rain.”

  My mother, of course, wasn’t satisfied by that. “I thought all that training made it easier on you.”

  “Sure. Easier. Doesn’t mean it’s effortless.” I shrugged and went back to eating. I realized it was only six o’clock, but god, I wanted a nap. Maybe I could excuse myself and find a bed somewhere. I could feel my energy levels dropping steadily, the exhaustion settling into my body at bone level. I zoned out so badly it wasn’t until people got up and started clearing the table I realized they were done eating.

  Actually, come to think of it, where were we going to sleep?

  Brandon must have had the same thought since he asked me, “Same hotel as the girls?”

  “Guess so,” I agreed. The original plan had been to stay with Edmée until the job was done, then move down to Lafayette and get a hotel room there. Something close to campus. But the sleeping bags and air mattress were confetti. Come to think of it, I’d have to buy new ones for Donovan and Jon.

  My mother immediately protested. “Can’t you stay here—oh.” She stopped abruptly and looked Brandon up and down doubtfully. “Mon cher, don’t take this wrong, but I don’t think there’s a bed in this house that’ll fit you. All I’ve got left is two twin beds and a bunk bed. When you move in, we’ll get you two a proper bed.”

  I looked at her, feeling my eyes cross. Granted, I was tired, but surely not that tired. “Mama. What about us moving in?”

  She gave me the same confused look, a mirror image of my own expression. “Well, you are moving in, right?”

  Mama had done so well this trip not jumping to conclusions that I’d honestly thought we were communicating for once. Alas, it was not to be. I groaned, rubbing at my forehead. “What in the wide green world did we say to make you think that?”

  “But you’ve fixed up the house!” she protested, brows furrowing even deeper.