Felix’s hips were shaking, and he pushed Savannah’s head down. I pressed my thumb into her clit. “Now, Savannah.”

Felix cried out, pumping his cock into Savannah’s mouth before falling still. Underneath me, Savannah’s pussy clasped me even tighter, her body shuddering with her own release. Seeing the two of them fall apart together drove my hips harder, until I was roaring through my orgasm.

Fuck. Definitely hadn’t expected this to happen. I pulled away from Savannah, grabbing the old towel hung behind the door to clean myself off before turning back to the bed. By the time I got back, Savannah was in the middle, a satisfied grin on her face, and Felix was on the other side, staring up at the ceiling.

“Well…” Felix started. “That was something.”

I couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling out, and Savannah soon joined in. Felix even smiled. At least I knew he enjoyed himself.

Content, I pulled Savannah into my arms, letting her curl her back against my chest. Her ass rested on my lap, and I had to convince myself to leave her alone, even as my cock demanded more. The poor girl needed rest. I wrapped my arm around her waist, surprised when the jealousy still didn’t come as I watched her reach out for Felix. She tugged him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. It only took minutes before her breathing evened out, and she fell into a sound sleep.

Felix looked at me again. I expected him to kick me out of his bed. I would fight him on it, though. I wasn’t ready to leave Savannah’s side. Except this time he didn’t glare. He gave me a look of understanding, a willingness to try new things he probably had never considered before. He’d had a taste, and I didn’t think he’d ever go back. I sent him a crooked smile, letting my eyes drift closed.

When I woke up that morning, I had expected a day like any other. Dull. Boring. Drunk. Instead I was falling asleep in Felix’s bed, with the most stunning creature slumbering between us. And for the first time in a long time, I remembered what hope felt like. With the taste of it on my tongue, I let my dreams take me away.

10. Luther

Poltergeists are called “noisy ghosts” because they can interact with the physical world–our world. Signs of a ghost living in your house can include a room being oddly cold, or hearing whispers when no one is around. The word comes from the Old English word, gast or gost, which meant spirit or soul. Our house wasn’t exactly a haunted house, considering we lived with no ghosts, other than ourselves.