Who Ya Gonna Call

by Dakota Cassidy

  Devon arched upward, her back bowing against the sharp pleasure his mouth sent racing through her veins, settling in her cunt, wet and aching. Her hands gripped the sheets alongside of her. White knuckled she clutched them as Gus’s mouth strayed to her ribs. Hot licks of tongue and firm lips slipped downward, over thighs that trembled with each pass he made. Devon fought the beginning of a scream building in her throat, taut with the need to beg for release. Gus sat on his haunches and parted her thighs, his olive skinned hands a stark contrast to her lighter toned legs in the moonlight. He gripped them as he pulled her to him, her ass raking the sheets as Gus’s head bent to take his first taste of her.

  The folds of her pussy glistened. Heavy with heat and a searing desire to feel his silken tongue devour her. Devon throbbed for agonizing moments as Gus parted her curls, letting his fingers explore the slick flesh. His tongue snaked out, licking at her clit, making her hips jolt upward, and a cry, unbidden, tore from her lips.

  Gus slipped inside her folds with ease, lapping at her, licking her swollen flesh until Devon reached for his head and pressed his mouth flush to her, as Gus continued to taunt her aching cunt. He let his hands slip beneath her, cupping her ass, kneading it as her hips crashed against his face, gyrating against him until sweet release hit her hard. The orgasm was sharp and clear, stealing her breath with dizzying waves.

  Devon yanked on his shoulders, dragging his hard length up and over her own and then whispered into his neck, “Get the condom, Gus. Now,” she ordered hoarsely.

  Gus’s strong arm reached over to the nightstand and he tore at the package with his teeth, throwing the foil packet to the floor. Devon took it from him and slid her hands between them, grasping the hard, thick length of his shaft. Gus moaned when she caressed the tight sacs of his balls just as she slid the condom over him and guided him to her.

  She burrowed under him, wrapping her legs around him and rolling her hips beneath his, anxious, almost desperate for him to enter her.

  Gus grazed her lips with his tongue and she tasted the musky taste of her own body in his mouth. A dark lust settled in her belly as the tip of his cock nudged her slick passage. She gripped his ass, squeezing the hard flesh, pushing him to drive into her. In an easy thrust, Gus slid into her balls deep, filling her, stretching her, embedding his cock in her welcoming warmth.

  Devon heard the sharp intake of his breath, felt the tremor of electricity course through her upon Gus’s powerful entry. Devon let out another helpless moan as he rocked within her, tearing at the hard flesh of his back as her muscles clenched around his thick, hot shaft.

  Gus rode her hard, driving into her, possessing her with a fierceness unspoken, yet palpable. Devon felt every glide of his cock as though his strokes were long moments rather than mere seconds. Each thrust a delicious friction of heat on heat. His neck muscles tensed, cording as he groaned her name.

  Devon reached up to clutch his shoulders as she lifted her hips to meet his. Tendrils of heat wove along her body, searing her, pushing her to a place she had no words for, but sought frantically as she thrashed beneath him.

  When Devon felt Gus tense, the ripple of muscle in his arms shudder, she whimpered, unable to stand the need to relieve the ache that rose and swelled within her. A sweet agony of tension and anticipation. Gus ground tightly against her, the thick hair at his groin scraping her clit and sending Devon over the edge.

  Her muscles clenched him tighter, milking his hard cock slick with her own desire as she let go a howl of release.

  Gus fell forward as he released, his chest heaving as he buried his face in her neck. She fought for breath, hiding her face in his hair.

  As she came down from her sexcapade, Devon felt the beginnings of her tramp alert begin to nag at her as common sense settled in.

  Gus must have felt her tense in his arms because he said in her ear, “Don’t. I know what you’re thinking, but don’t.”

  Oh, well okay, if Casper’s little buddy says don’t think you’re a tramp, then naturally, it’s all good.

  Casual was best. Then she could send him and his ghost packing and hide in embarrassment. “So, how was my aura, Gus?” she asked lightly, nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t a care in the world.

  Gus began to chuckle as he cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her lips. “Don’t regret this, Devon. I don’t, and I like your aura.”

  Well of course not. What man regrets getting laid after not even having to so much as cop a feel? Devon’s face flushed. Shit. She’d just rushed right into this, hadn’t she? Clearing her throat she said, “This happened a bit soon, Gus. We just met.”

  Gus nipped at her jaw, sending another stupid thrill of the forbidden to her nether parts. My hell it was easy to forget they’d just met when they’d done the humped-backed beast like two old pros who’d been doing it forever.

  “Yes, we did, and so what?” His eyes were hooded and Devon couldn’t read much but the twinkle of mischief in them.

  “Do you do one-night stands often, Gus? Like with all the women who claim to have ghosts? Do you read their auras too?”

  Gus withdrew from her, rolling over and pulling her over top of him. “Only if the ghost is waay cool,” he teased.

  Devon stuck her tongue out at him. “So, have you figured out what the hell is going on?”

  Gus looked over her shoulder. “Um, no. Nothing happened while I was out on the couch. All of the action was in here.” He smirked at her.

  Clearly… “So now what? It’s blatantly obvious something is happening here. You saw that jewelry box too.”

  “Yep, I sure did.”

  “And the ring?”

  “Uh, yep.”

  Devon didn’t understand his unwillingness to give her at least a bit of information. She only knew he was the best god damned “fuck ‘em before you even get to know him” she’d ever had. Because, well, Devon hadn’t ever actually had one. A one-night stand, that is. She didn’t even feel too terribly awkward. Certainly not like any good girl should feel after whacking the man she hired to whack her ghost.

  But Gus perplexed her. He’d been so excited by the prospect of finding a ghost earlier and now… Well, what the fuck? He’d seen it too… “What does it mean, Gus?” Devon prodded. “I don’t get it. Is the person who lived here before haunting me? I did a little research on the Internet and I found some stuff on people who can’t leave this realm -- or something like that. Something is keeping them here. Sorta trapped. Is that what this is? Somebody who’s stuck here is trying to reach you?”

  Chapter Five

  Oh, baby. If you only knew who’s trying to reach me, Gus thought to himself. How the hell could he explain it was his grandmother trying to hook him up from the great beyond? What woman in her right mind would believe this?

  What they’d witnessed together was indisputable, but Gus had a funny feeling if he were totally honest with Devon she’d call him a hack and kick his ass out. It was why he’d been so distant while fighting off a hard-on over her -- because everyone thought his profession was a joke. But Gus knew communication with entities was a very real possibility. He just didn’t know how much of a possibility until tonight and Grandma. Those candlesticks Devon had were his first clue. They were his grandmother’s. He’d recognized them the moment Devon had handed them to him. How Devon got them would have to wait until he could break this to her gently.

  That could get ugly.

  Besides, if he kept coming back to research her ghost he could keep seeing Devon.

  That’s lying, Gus, his conscience pricked him.

  Well, yeah, but it was all in the interest of -- of --

  Lust, Gus. Lust.

  Oh, it is not… okay, so it is. But I like her. A lot.

  You like her ass and might I remind you that you have breached the line between client and ghost hunter? Like hurdled over it like an Olympic gold medallist?

  Oh, stop. It’s not like doctor/patient or anything. I’m not her therapist for Christ sake. />
  I’d definitely say a little sexual therapy just occurred right here on this bed, you man-tramp!

  I am not either. I don’t make this a habit. As a matter of fact, I’ve never done this before. Ever.

  Never is officially over. So what do you and the mini doctor of love have to say for yourselves?

  We’d like to do it again?

  Bzzz. Survey says, “Wrong answer, Gus!” Grandma would want you to be honest.

  Yes, Grandma would, and I’ll think about that later. Right now I have to do more research.

  “Gus?”

  Devon’s pretty pout of concern reminded him of where he was. In a hot chick’s bedroom and the hot chick was naked. Idiot. “Sorry, I drifted there. What was the question?”

  “What do we do next? How do we find out what this ghost wants so it can rest in peace?”

  It wants me and a marriage license. “Well, if you don’t mind, maybe I could spend the night again. For research purposes, of course.”

  Devon pursed her lips. “Research… of course.” Her tone was snippy.

  Scoring the big points now, Gus! Wanna move in for the slam dunk, slick? “And maybe before we chase this ghost we can have dinner?”

  Devon relaxed a bit in his arms. “Maybe.”

  “I’ll buy.” He enticed her with a quick kiss.

  “Well,” she countered, “it’s almost time for breakfast.”

  Gus craned his neck to look at the window. Shit, it was almost sunrise and he needed to head back to document what he’d seen. The guys were never going to believe this. “Yeah, it is…” He trailed off regretfully. “But there’s always tonight…”

  Devon giggled and blushed. “Yes, there is that. And we can’t figure out this ghost if we’re too busy steaming up the old aura glasses.”

  So what did that mean? No more booty? Gus pulled Devon against him hard. “Not even a little steam?” he asked hopefully with a teasing tone and a devilish grin.

  Devon blushed. “We’ve just met each other and you have a ghost to identify. But I’m negotiable…”

  Gus smiled at her evasive response. He wanted this woman. Bad. For once Grandma was onto something.

  * * *

  Gus stood in his bathroom while he combed his hair and thought about Devon. Devon of the sumptuous body and sexy voice.

  She’s pretty…

  Gus would have jumped when he heard the voice out of nowhere, but for the fact that it was Grandma’s dulcet tones. Her genteel southern accent, laced with a bit of her Spanish accent, lulled him just as it had when he was a child.

  I didn’t scare you, did I, Gus?

  “No, Gram, I knew the minute I saw those candleholders it was you. You got a little carried away, wouldn’t you say?” Gus smiled fondly and then the parapsychologist side of him kicked in. He wanted answers. “Okay, so how the heck are you doing this, Grandma?” His voice bounced off the acoustic tile in the bathroom.

  Shhh, Gus, m’boy. Don’t yell. I had to be creative in my efforts if I wanted to get Devon to pay attention to me. I knew she’d love the candleholders, so I put them in her shop. She has exceptional taste, Gus. The rest of the stuff was just to get her to call you. You are the only ghost hunter that’s worthy in San Antonio after all. Didn’t I tell you just before I died if you didn’t stop burying yourself in work and find a nice girl to settle down with, I’d come back and haunt you?

  “Well, yeah, but I thought you were joking.” Gus heard Grandma snort in his head.

  I never jest, Gus, surely you know that.

  “I guess not. So wanna explain how you’re doing this hocus pocus?”

  No, Gus. There are many mysteries that should remain as such. Just know that I cannot go to my eternal resting place until you are properly settled with a nice family to call your own. So could you get a move on? Darvis and I are tired, darling.

  Darvis was Grandma’s dog, a Doberman who’d died just shortly after she had two years ago. “I’ve only just met her, Grandma. It’s not like we can get married tomorrow. We haven’t even gotten to know each other.”

  Well, dear, I don’t want to rush you, but if you don’t move it, Darvis and I will be stuck here for another cycle -- haunting you -- because it helps to pass the time and well, quite frankly, it amuses the hell out of me.

  “Cycle?”

  Gus heard Grandma sigh, long and suffering just like she used to when she was aggravated. Yes, Gus. Cycle. A cycle is long and tedious, leaving us stuck in no man’s land until we are released from our earthbound duties. You are my earthbound duty. As you can see not much has changed since you were a child.

  Gus might have smiled if she wasn’t implying that he needed a babysitter. “I don’t need you to look out for me, Grandma, but I love you for it anyway.”

  Someone thinks I do and besides, if I hadn’t written your name in her mirror you wouldn’t have ever found her with your nose buried in all that ghost hunting. You were becoming rather geeky and self-involved.

  Gus sighed and looked at his reflection. He did work a great deal, but it was toward enlightening the public that ghosts did exist. “I miss you, Grandma. I guess working was better than coming home to an empty house.” Grandma had left him everything, including her big old house. A house he rambled around in when he wasn’t working, which was almost always.

  I miss you too, baby, but I’d like to join your parents sometime this millennium, so get cracking! Now it’s time to stop taking life for granted and start living it. Ghost hunting will wait until you marry Devon and realize there’s more to life than your invisible friends!

  Gus missed his parents too. He’d been with Grandma since he was ten after their deaths. “Marry her? Hold on, Grandma, we just met.”

  Details, details. She’s the one, Gus, and if you don’t do as you’re told -- as in wine and dine her until she can’t resist you -- I’ll make your life a living hell.

  Gus knew she meant it, too, and if he didn’t listen to her she couldn’t move on to wherever. Talk about pressure. “But what if Devon’s not the one?” Simply saying it sounded ludicrous even to him. No one had ever tempted him the way Devon did. Not even close and it had begun before he’d even met her. Just hearing her voice on the phone… Her firm ass, the slender slope of shoulder that swelled into plump, ripe breast. Gus’s cock stiffened at the memory of being buried deep inside her.

  You doubt me, Gus? Grandma’s tone was stern and much like it had been when he was little and he’d complained because someone had made fun of his name in school. He’d hated the name Gustavo, but Grandma said it wasn’t a sin to be of Spanish descent and he should be proud his name represented it. Someday the girls would love him not because of his name, but because he had a sexy hint of an accent and smoldering, dark good looks.

  Again, I ask you, Gustavo, do you doubt me?

  “No, Grandma,” he offered teasingly. “Would I do that?”

  Chapter Six

  Devon threw her arms around Gus as he entered her apartment and dropped his duffel bag on the floor. She loved the hard warmth of his solid mass against her, his smile that was more often than not slow in coming, but always genuine.

  Since they’d met, they’d seen each other every day for two weeks and still they didn’t have a single clue as to what the paranormal activity thing was about. Nothing had happened since his first night in her apartment. Maybe the ghost wanted Gus around for some reason? Devon couldn’t figure it out and neither could Gus.

  Gus spent the night with her every night and until night four, they’d been able to keep their hands off of each other.

  Since then all bets were off and sexual activity was on -- like lights on a Christmas tree. She’d learned a lot about the very hardworking introvert named Gus. His passion for the paranormal, and how alone he was in the world without family. But Devon wasn’t, and she had a family that would devour someone like Gus in a minute if their relationship came to that. They would love him… even if he did hunt ghosts for a living. Devon was fin
ding it harder to imagine time spent without Gus’s solemn, sometimes subtle humor and his decadently, sinful lovemaking. She thought about him all day at the shop, right up until the moment he came over each night. He was strong and quiet and passionate about his work and Devon found herself intrigued by him when he talked about it. She’d never shared a relationship with anyone that evolved this quickly, but Devon also had never wanted one to.

  Devon kissed him with her pent up desires of the day, slipping her tongue into his mouth with an ease that had become a welcome reminder that the day would end with a little snap, crackle, pop.

  Gus pulled away and chuckled, kissing her forehead. “You ready to ghost hunt, Ms. Masters?” he asked with a touch of lasciviousness.

  Devon smiled at him with a gleam in her eye. “Like we do every night?”

  Gus hauled her against him and whispered against her ear, “Yeah, like we do every night.”

  Devon turned and tugged Gus behind her, pulling him toward her bedroom. As they moved toward the bed, Devon released his hand and tugged at her skirt, freeing it to reveal her thong. Devon heard Gus’s appreciative gasp for air. “You like?” she asked sweetly as she unclasped her bra and shrugged out of it. Devon cupped her breasts as she backed up against her dresser and let her head roll back on her neck while teasing her already tight nipples.

  “Woman,” Gus growled.

  Devon opened her eyes to lock gazes with Gus. His eyes were dark and ablaze with the lust she knew she was inciting. It was intoxicating to excite this powerful man. Devon let her hand stray between her thighs, her gaze never leaving Gus’s as she slipped her hand into the thong and caressed her clit, watching Gus’s strong body react to hers through hooded eyes.

  Gus ripped at his clothes until they were in a heap on the floor. Taking quick strides he wrapped muscled arms around her waist and dragged her to him, lifting her off her feet. Firm lips pried hers apart with a silken tongue, gliding along hers with anxious heat. But Devon wanted to play -- to explore this newfound power, so she pushed him away, pressing on his shoulders to make him kneel in front of her.