Dominated by the Ghost: An Alpha Ghost BBW Romance Page 3

  “I don’t understand, John,” she replied trying her best to comprehend what he was talking about.

  “It’s like you’re pulled back, Ruth. You feel as though you’re beginning to fade but not in the literal sense of the word. You don’t visibly start fading. You simply feel that you can’t remain here any longer,” he said quietly. “But I don’t feel that at all today. It’s like I’ve been granted a stay of returning and have been left alone to be with you.”

  Ruth didn’t care what the reasoning was behind him staying around for longer, she was just grateful that he was with her. She tried her hardest to follow his advice and enjoy the here and now. It was difficult, but eventually she relaxed in the knowledge that he’d be hanging around with her for the day.

  He was such easy company. There were no pretenses with him. Literally what you saw was what you got. He was a refreshing change for Ruth. A breath of fresh air. Her relationship with her husband had always been a fraught one, because he was a fan of mind games, which soon turned to trying to involve Ruth in them.

  She was never able to relax with him as she always had the feeling that he was trying to outsmart her. He’d worked as a lawyer and, according to him she was simply a florist.

  John was so different. Ruth wondered what he’d been like when he’d been in the real world. She imagined he’d been popular and especially so with the girls. She wondered if she were his normal type of girl, or had he chosen her to befriend because everyone else had been too scared to talk to him. She doubted if she’d get the opportunity to find the answers to her questions but they weren’t really that important.

  If she’d had longer with him, perhaps they’d have talked more and discovered things about each other’s pasts. But in a way, it was somewhat nice to not go there with John. Their relationship, however short, was unique.

  “Hey, know what I like to do when I’m bored?” John whispered in her ear.

  “What? Tell me,” she felt like an excited schoolgirl every time he spoke to her.

  “I like to subtly frighten people. Not terrify them, but just make them feel nervous,” he chuckled as he stood up and held out his hand to her. She took it and he helped her to her feet.

  He pulled her toward the cabin’s door and they went out into the corridor, “Wait here by the door,” he said as he made his way down the other end of the long corridor. A young couple was walking toward Ruth, sharing a private joke and laughing.

  Ruth watched them approaching, and then saw John brush the girl’s face with his fingers from behind her, she spun around, but obviously couldn’t see John. She spoke to the guy with her and Ruth saw him shaking his head.

  John stood between them and kissed the guy on his cheek, making Ruth burst into hysterical laughter. The guy apparently thought his girlfriend had kissed him, and in turn, kissed her tenderly on her cheek. The girl blushed and they walked by happily joking with each other.

  Ruth thought John’s gesture was so sweet that when he returned she threw her arms around him and kissed him.

  “Well that didn’t make them nervous at all,” she laughed.

  “No. You’re quite right it didn’t. They were just too sweet to make nervous,” he smiled at her. “But do you see what fun you can have being a ghost? It’s not all doom and gloom that’s for sure.”

  God he was amazing and Ruth had never known anyone like him before. John was so optimistic and positive. He’d been dealt a rough hand in his short life, and yet here he was making the most out of his situation. There weren’t many people that could see the bright side of what he had now, but he could and to Ruth he was amazing.

  There was a young boy walking up the corridor with his mom and John winked at Ruth and then ran behind the boy and tickled him. The boy started cackling uncontrollably and wriggling around. His mom just thought he was happy and enjoying the motion of the train. She hugged him close and smiled down at him. Ruth thought John was so sweet and so funny.

  She’d laughed more with him in their short time together than the whole of her marriage. Oh, why couldn’t she have met him earlier when he was alive? Was this some cruel twist of fate to introduce them after he’d already left this world?

  Ruth didn’t care what she looked like to the other passengers on board the train. She talked animatedly to John and hugged him throughout the corridors. She was surprised, however, that she wasn’t removed and taken away for hospital admittance!

  The day passed in a blur of laughter and happiness for them both and after dinner, they even enjoyed a slow dance in Ruth’s cabin. She downloaded one of her favorite songs on her cell phone and played it for John. It was Lady in Red by Chris De Burgh. John held her close as they moved in time to the music. Neither of them had much experience slow dancing and for the most part, they fumbled around the small cabin. It was fun and in the end, they both collapsed on to the soft bed in fits of laughter.

  “You’ve not done that much have you?” John laughed.

  “How did you guess?” Ruth giggled as she stared across at him lying on the bed with his dark blue eyes twinkling at her. She knew she was falling for him in a big way, but she also knew it was an impossible love and could go nowhere.

  “Soon you’ll be leaving me, sweet Ruth,” John said sadly.

  She looked at him and whispered, “Leaving you in person maybe but not in my heart. You’ll always be carried there, John, always.” She kissed his cheek lightly and he smiled at her.

  “You’ll forget me once you leave the train,” he mumbled.

  “Never! I’m hurt that you think I could be that shallow,” she replied knowing that she’d never forget him. Her time with him had been unique and beautiful. It was an experience she knew she’d never repeat again in her lifetime.

  “I’m sorry the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you,” he whispered in her ear as he kissed her soft lips while seeking out her mouth with his moist and eager tongue.

  She kissed him back passionately, holding his head and drawing him in closer to her. John groaned softly as she ran her fingers through his short brown hair. She climbed on top of him while he lay on the bed. Sitting astride him, she bent down and kissed him again quickly finding his mouth with her now impatient tongue.

  She’d actually forgotten she wasn’t wearing any panties. As she sat on top of him, she could feel his hardness through his black jeans pushing against her aroused and damp entrance. Ruth rubbed herself up and down his protruding bulge and he moaned loudly. She kissed his lips harder and whispered in his ear; “I want to feel you inside me.”

  John groaned even louder at her inviting words and pushed himself up against her wetness while he reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. Ruth ran her hands over his tee shirt clad hard chest and he lifted his arms up.

  Ruth pulled his top off over his muscular shoulders and stared down at his stunningly toned six-pack. She lowered her head and kissed the warm muscles of his chest. Her hands dropped to the belt of his jeans. As she started to undo it, he removed her shirt to reveal her naked, bouncing breasts with their quivering rose-colored tips standing proud.

  Ruth lifted her curvaceous hips up so he could pull his jeans and boxers down over his own hips. He shook them off his legs and feet while caressing her breasts softly.

  She reached up and removed the small plait from her long blonde hair hearing him gasp softly as her hair fell in waves down her smooth back. He raised himself up and captured one of her throbbing breasts in his warm mouth. Ruth moaned loudly and held his head captive against her magnificently aroused peak.

  He nibbled, sucked, and pinched her hard nipple until she thought she’d honestly orgasm just from the attention her breasts were receiving. His stiff erection prodded against her thighs and her core ached to be filled by it. He kissed her mouth hard, plunging his tongue between her full lips and exploring every inch of it with its erotic dance.

  Ruth’s small whimpers of pleasure turned quickly to loud cries of extreme joy as she felt him entering her swe
et, wet warmth. He glided into the slick wetness of her sexual excitement easily.

  “You feel good. You’re so wet and tight,” he breathed as he pushed up and into her deeper. He held on to her silky, smooth thighs under her flowery dress as she began to move up and down, riding his rigid shaft. She threw her head back and closed her pale green eyes, abandoning herself to desire and lust.

  He sat up and held her close as she continued to ride his hard cock. Her breasts bounced against his bare chest as she did so, eliciting a delicious friction between them. She pushed him back so he was lying down once again. She took his hands and pinned them over his head so he was completely at her mercy. He smiled up at her and kept his hands there without the need for her to hold them.

  She put her hands on his legs behind herself and rode his throbbing shaft harder and faster while she sat forward slightly and rubbed her aroused and sensitive clitoris quickly. Within seconds, she felt her climax washing over her like a glorious wave of ecstasy.

  He brought his hands back from behind his head and held her thighs tightly as her orgasm coursed through her curvaceous body. He pushed his throbbing erection up and into her, so she could experience the most intense orgasm she could. Ruth groaned and shouted his name as her final shattering release was met in a soul shuddering climax.

  She collapsed onto his warm and hard body as he kissed her neck gently and rolled her over on to the bed. Ruth’s blonde hair flowed across the pillows as she opened her legs in anticipation of his huge hardness entering her again.

  The anticipation didn’t last long as she felt his shaft thrusting into her soaking wetness. She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him into her deeper until she could feel every throbbing inch of him inside her. He moaned loudly as he started thrusting into her harder and deeper. Ruth grabbed his tight ass as he pounded her.

  John gave an uninhibited cry of satisfaction as he spilled himself into her, crying her name as he did so. She unwrapped her legs from his body and dug her heels into the bed pushing up into him. He responded and as he continued with his pounding, she reached another sexual crescendo. If possible, this one possessed more intensity than the first one. She shuddered against him as she felt her tremors of ecstasy subsiding. He held her close and they drifted off into a peaceful slumber in each other’s arms.

  They stayed asleep until the next morning when the sunlight streaming in the cabin’s window woke Ruth. She looked across to see John’s handsome face on the pillow next to her and smiled. She couldn’t believe this was the last time she’d see him. She’d give anything to be with him always.

  As she watched him, he awoke and sat upright rubbing his dark blue eyes. He stared at her with an alarmed look on his face.

  “What’s the matter? John what’s the matter you look like you’ve seen a ghost, excuse the pun,” she asked worriedly. The look of fear on his face was beginning to frighten her. Why wouldn’t he stop staring at her? He didn’t speak a word just stared.

  “How do you feel?” he asked finally as he touched her arm lightly.

  “Fine, John. Slightly cold but fine,” she replied having no idea why he was gaping at her so intently.

  She climbed out of bed and stretched her curvy body as she yawned. She felt great and as memories of last night flooded back to her, she smiled and climbed straight back into bed, “Shall we go again?” she asked him.

  “I don’t think we should at the moment Ruth,” he whispered seriously.

  She was both hurt and shocked by his response. What had changed so much? Had she missed something? She stood up and added, “Hey this is our last morning together and then I leave the train, John,” she reminded, hoping to alter his mind about having sex. She wanted to feel him again badly.

  He walked over to her, touched her smooth face tenderly, and whispered, “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, sweet Ruth.”

  Now she was totally bemused. “I don’t understand, John, wouldn’t be too sure of what? That this is our last morning together, or that I’m leaving the train?” Her brows knitted together in confusion. What was going on?

  Just then, the cabin’s door burst open and in rushed a team of paramedics. Ruth looked at John who held out a hand for her to hold. She swallowed, slipping her fingers into his as she saw herself lying on the bed with the paramedics swarming around her like moths to a light bulb. They started to administer CPR and Ruth started to panic.

  “John!” she shouted. “What the fuck’s going on, tell me.”

  “Ruth, calm down. From what I can gather, you passed away in your sleep. They’re saying you may have had a sudden heart attack. I’m so, so sorry Ruth,” he said as he put his arms around her curvaceous body and held her close.

  I’m dead. How can that be? I don’t remember feeling anything. A heart attack? I know I’m overweight, but I never imagined…then again I’ve been so stressed and…does it matter?

  She smiled not feeling sad at all as she whispered, “I’m not. Now I get to spend eternity with you here on this train. I’m not at all upset, John. Honestly this is wonderful news. I was so sad until I met you and I didn’t want to leave you. Now it looks as though I never have to.” Happy tears flooded her eyes.

  “Wow, you’re so optimistic about your own tragedy, sweet Ruth. I can’t believe that you’ll never leave me now this is unbelievable,” he cried as he kissed her lips gently.

  Her family would miss her, that much was true, but if she’d had a choice of joining John or seeing her family, she knew which one she’d choose and it wouldn’t involve her leaving the Empire Builder train.

  BONUS - Bitten by the Alpha Wolf

  Werewolf Romance

  Kyla always got exactly what she wanted. She was used to dreaming something up, then putting a plan into action, and then getting results. After all, she planned things for a living. Weddings, corporate events, she could do it all. There was a structure to what she did for a living that made her comfortable in working the way that she did.

  So she had to wonder just exactly how she’d been sucked into coming to Jess’s party. Already tired to her bones with gearing up for the wedding season, all Kyla wanted to do was go home, put on her extra comfy sweats, and veg in front of whatever sappy romantic comedy was streaming.

  “You’re going to be glad you came,” Jess had practically sung to her at the door. “Tons of hot guys came. Good call on the dress.”

  Kyla looked down at herself. “It’s what I wore to work.”

  “Well, it’s perfect. Great color on you.”

  Kyla had to agree with that, at least. The emerald green complimented her dark skin perfectly, and the cut of the dress highlighted her curves while minimizing her waistline.

  “I’m not interested in hot guys,” Kyla said.

  “Oh, pooh,” Jess replied. “It’s been way too long since you had a promising date.”

  Kyla couldn’t argue with that. She hadn’t let anyone get close since Dirk, her cheating ex-fiancé, had finally left her for someone else. It was just too hard to put herself out there.

  The faint music and conversation in the room fell away when she saw Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome across the room.

  “Introduce me,” she said to Jess, nudging her.

  “To…oh! To Landon.”

  “I don’t care what his name is. I have to meet him now.”

  They made their way over to Landon. His sable-colored hair fell wildly against his forehead, and a five o'clock shadow highlighted his copper skin

  Jess made the introductions. When Landon shook Kyla's hand, heat coursed through her body. She wondered if Landon felt it, too. She couldn’t have been the only one whose heart skipped a beat. And she couldn’t have been the only one to feel like time stopped in its tracks when their hands touched.

  A stunning blonde called Landon away almost immediately, and Kyla frowned. She didn’t want to look too eager, anyway. What was she thinking, practically throwing herself at a stranger?

  Another hour at the party pass
ed in a blur. Kyla kept trying to catch Landon’s eye, but every time she turned, it was like he had just moved away to talk to someone else. Finally, she went home early. It wasn’t too late for that romantic comedy.

  They hadn’t had a chance to exchange contact information, a point that irked Kyla for the rest of the night and into the next day. She had to resist the urge to ask Jess about him. There was no way that she was willing to look desperate chasing after a man. When she went to bed the next evening, she had to resign herself to the fact that if she and Landon were meant to be in each other's lives, their paths would cross again.

  Coming to that conclusion didn’t keep him off of her mind, though. She had not been smitten by any one man in a long time, not since Dirk…and she’d seen where that got her. Cheated on and dumped, with multiple tests to make sure she hadn’t contracted any STDs.

  Now, between work and constantly meeting Mr. Wrong, Kyla had practically given up on meeting someone that would not only meet her expectations, but make her swoon.

  Kyla decided to let it go and hope that Landon would be at the next party.

  *

  “What’ll it be today, Miss Kyla?” the barista asked. He waggled his eyes at her flirtatiously, as he always did, and smiled to show his dimple.

  Kyla smiled back at him and closed the browser on her phone. Jess had sent her a link to a site discussing werewolves in Louisiana, and while it was fascinating, it wasn’t as important as a face-to-face interaction with her favorite barista. It was fun to flirt, especially with this guy, because she knew it would safely never go anywhere. "I'll have a vanilla latte and a lemon scone, please."

  "That sounds good,” a deep voice said from behind her. “I'll have the same."

  Kyla whirled around and nearly knocked into Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.

  "Landon," she said. She tried to remember to close her mouth instead of gaping at him, but she could barely remember how to talk.