The Resurrection of Josephine (7 page)

She kicked and flailed out her arms, her laughter belying her movements. “Stop it! It's too cold out here for this. Let's go inside."

"Don't think so,” Martin said, one arm holding both hers down while the other worked the buttons on her jeans. She stopped fighting when he slipped his fingers inside her pants, caressing his way down to delve into the soft warmth between her thighs.

"So wet,” he whispered in her ear. “I can't wait to be inside you."

Noah reappeared with a thick blanket, which he quickly spread on the ground. He hurriedly took off his clothes, then helped Martin undress Rumer, who no longer resisted.

When they were on the blanket, kissing, Martin quickly undressed. He noticed a bottle of lube and a few condoms sitting on the edge of the blanket, and he smiled to himself, his cock hardening even more than it already was.

He joined them on the blanket, and hands roamed, stroking cocks, and caressing Rumer's softness. Noah and Martin pushed Rumer back gently, one of them on either side. They both captured nipples as their hands caressed her folds, taking turns at teasing her clit, and then sliding inside her, both of them using their index fingers to fill her.

She undulated under them, her soft moans filling the air. Almost as one, the men kissed their way down her body, licking and nibbling as she clasped at the blanket. Martin pushed her legs wider apart, then gently parted her lips and licked her clit. It throbbed under his touch, and he sucked it in gently, rolling it around with his teeth until her hips bucked up to greet him. Then he moved back and let Noah take over, stroking the other man's head as he licked and sucked in the same spot Martin had just loved.

"Oh lord,” Rumer whispered, “I can't take much more. Please let me come."

Martin slide two fingers inside her, slowly drawing them in and out while Noah feasted on her. Several minutes later they traded places again, Martin lapping at her core while Noah gently fucked her with his fingers. They traded on an off for a few minutes, and then the men exchanged looks.

Noah nodded, and Martin bent down, sucking Rumer's clit into his mouth and gently biting.

"Yes!” Her hips shot up as her orgasm shot through her. Noah continued to fuck her with his fingers as Martin sucked, drawing another orgasm from her as she lashed around, begging for a cock, begging for more.

When she lay still, Martin winked at Noah, who handed him a condom. Martin quickly sheathed himself, shivering at the sound of another package tearing as he positioned himself between Rumer's thighs, put his hand on her hip to lift her gently, then slid inside.

"God yes,” he whispered as she grasped him, pulling him in all the way, holding him hostage within her tight sheath. He fucked her slowly, gazing down at her as Noah's skillful fingers spread warmed jelly on Martin's ass. Noah slipped a finger inside, caressing Martin with careful strokes. Noah used his free hand to fondle Martin's balls, gently squeezing them until Martin thought he would die from need.

"Noah, please just fuck me. Do it!” Martin stilled himself inside Rumer, her supple walls clutching him tightly. When Noah settled himself over Martin and clasped his hips, Martin sighed.

"Fuck yeah, do it.” The tip of Noah's cock pressed against Martin's tight rosette, and Martin sighed again, pushing backward, and swallowing the head as it maneuvered past the grasping ring of muscle.

There was a collective groan from the three of them as Noah worked inside, stopping and starting, thrusting and withdrawing, until his sac rested against the sensitive ridge that ran from Martin's balls to his anus.

Rumer shifted her legs, bringing them up so that Martin slid deeper inside her. She shifted again, wrapping one leg up and around Noah, and then they began to move as a unit, plunging in and out of each other with an increasing pace, their short gasps sending chills of delight up Martin's spine.

This was a totally new experience for him, being fucked while fucking someone, and it was the most incredibly erotic thing he'd ever experienced. Rumer's mewls of pleasure mixed with Noah's groans of exertion and enjoyment, and it drove Martin even higher, his own cries mixing with their own.

They traded kisses as they moved, their tongues melding together in twos and threes, their hands continuing to stroke each other. Martin lifted enough to slide his fingers down between his and Rumer's bodies, stroking her to orgasm one more time as she wiggled under his touch. The look of pure bliss on her face wrapped around his heart, fueling his passion like nothing ever had in the past.

When Noah grasped his hips and thrust harder, Martin knew he was on the edge. He tightened his muscles as Noah's cock stroked over his gland. Martin matched the pace, his own orgasm slamming into him seconds before Noah cried out first Rumer's, then Martin's name, plunging himself in and out of Martin until Martin thought he would go over the edge again.

Noah slowly moved them onto their sides, their bodies still joined, two cocks throbbing almost as one.

"Incredible,” Martin said as Noah caressed his arms and kissed his shoulder.

"Round one,” Rumer said with a laugh. “I'd call this little free-for-all a great success, wouldn't you?"

Laughter filled the air as they cuddled close, falling asleep together. It was several hours later when they woke and hurried into the house, snuggling down into Rumer and Noah's huge bed, Rumer nestled between the two men.

Martin lay on his back, his hand resting on Rumer's hip. He turned his head toward the window, watching the moonlight through the sheer curtains. Thoughts of the future filled his mind. He'd been jealous of the love Fletch, Dev, and Quinn shared. Was it possible that, what started as a break-in at his house, and had now turned into a love fest, could last? Or was it something that would end when Josephine had been destroyed?

He had no doubt they would be successful in their quest. He just hoped the victory would carry over into their personal lives.

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The days flew by in a whirl. The weeks before Halloween were always busy for Martin and his fellow ghost seekers, with people wanting them to deal with the spirits that plagued them. Most of the calls they went on turned out to be someone's overactive imagination, and Martin always felt bad about taking money from those people.

Dev always reminded him, though, that the people believed their hauntings were real, and calling in the ghost hunters gave the customers peace of mind. There were a few true to life calls, though, with a few friendly spirits who enjoyed hanging around and causing mischief, and one not-so-nice one that didn't want to go home, and nothing Martin could do would change his mind. He'd made a mental note to get back to those people later, to try and help them solve their problem.

In between work, there was Rumer and Noah. Martin no longer stayed at his own house, spending every night in his lovers’ bed, laughing and making love with them until early in the morning. When Rumer and Noah had to work the next day, they curtailed physical activities, instead talking and learning each other's stories, likes and dislikes.

Martin found out that Rumer hated peas, and she detested rudeness. Noah loved peas but hated spinach, and when people were rude, he was rude right back, something Rumer sometimes had problems dealing with, and would cause many an argument.

Several times they got together on a “threesome” couples’ night with Fletch, Dev, and Quinn. Martin was thrilled his friends were getting along so well.

During her off hours, Martin would take Rumer to visit Sandra, where the older witch taught Rumer the spell they'd used to bind Josephine to the crypt. With each visit, Martin could see Sandra sliding downhill, and it seemed to him as if she were only holding on to life until Samhain, so the final destruction of Josephine could take place.

He mentioned as much to Rumer one night and she'd nodded her agreement. “Her breathing was so irregular today. Tori told me she's not sleeping very well, either."

"I hope she makes it through,” Martin said, saying a silent prayer for Sandra, and for Mary Elizabeth, and Lola, who had all done their best to rid the world of a terrible evil.

Three days before Halloween they met with Fletch's Aunt Margrette. They'd had lunch with her a week previously, feasting on crawfish that Fletch had prepared and listening to her idea for killing Josephine without her having to find a human host first. It involved things that Martin didn't quite understand, something about dolls and binding spells.

Once Josephine was bound to the doll, it would be lit on fire, Margrette said. “A fitting end for her, a truly evil witch."

Martin had agreed, but there was still a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that something would go wrong. Josephine was strong now, he was sure of it. Martin and Rumer had gone out of their way to avoid the cemetery, for fear she would somehow find a way to get to them, and slip away before the final ritual could be completed.

Dev had gone by everyday, though, and he said he could still sense her there, and that the equipment still connected with her presence. And since Sandra was still alive, Martin had no doubt Josephine was still there, waiting for her chance at resurrection.

The night before Halloween, Martin stood with Rumer in line at a local deli, waiting to buy food so it would be ready for Noah when he got off work.

"When are you going to give up your house?"

Martin turned a curious gaze on her, the matter of fact tone of her voice making him smile slightly. “Just like that?"

"Yes. You know Noah and I don't want to let you go."

"No, I don't know that.” Martin cleared his throat. “We've never really discussed it."

"I thought every night we went to bed together was discussion enough. We don't even question it anymore, none of us. You've noticed that, haven't you?"

Martin nodded. “Just because it's a habit doesn't mean it's a
fait accompli
. I want it to be, yes, but how arrogant would it be of me to just say, ‘here I am, I'm moving in?’”

"Very well, consider this a formal invitation.” She lifted on her tiptoes and kissed him gently, her mouth lingering right next to his. “Will you move in with us?"

Martin's heart beat increased, and his eyes softened at the look of need and acceptance on her face. “Yes."

"Good. Now feed me, I'm hungry."

Martin shivered against the crisp, October air. They'd walked to the cemetery, Martin and Rumer both using the time to gather their thoughts, and the energy they thought they'd need.

They'd spent last night moving Martin's meager number of belongings into their home. Martin had assured Janice he'd return to mow her yard every week in the summertime, and had promised he'd come to visit for coffee at least three times a week. His landlady had been upset, but understanding, and Martin had made her promise she would let him check out any potential tenant before she signed any papers.

They waited now for Margrette, who was set to arrive in half an hour. Martin could feel Josephine's energy, swirling inside the graveyard. The spirit knew something was about to happen, and her anxiety was thick, dusting the air like syrup, sticking to everything.

Martin pulled on the neck of his shirt, then took several deep breaths. “We need to hurry. If this doesn't work, we'll have to try to figure something else out, and I'd rather be done with it tonight."

"You're right,” Rumer said. “I still think my idea—"

"No!” Noah stepped forward, pointing at Rumer. “I'm warning you, Rumer, if you think—"

"Don't you dare point a finger at me, Noah Hopper. If I think—"

"Stop it,” Martin stepped between them. “She'll feed off your negativity. Positive, happy thoughts everyone."

Silence took over for a few minutes, and then the sound of a car pulling up made all six of them turn their heads.

"That's not Margrette's car,” Fletch said, frowning.

"It's Sandra,” Rumer said, walking toward the vehicle where Tori was now helping her mother out. “What are you doing here?"

"I came to help,” Sandra said, standing up straight, her hands shaking. “This is my mess, and I want to see it taken care of. We should have done something years ago, instead we let it linger, and now she's about to be unleashed, again. I won't last much longer."

"No,” Rumer said. “Don't do it. We'll take care of it. Go home and rest."

"Why? So I can die and be well rested? No, I'm staying.” Sandra walked toward the open gate and strolled through, using a cane for support.

"Don't go in there, not yet! We're not ready!” Rumer turned to Tori. “Take her home!"

Fletch and Dev went after her, trying to block her path, but were magically deflected, both men falling down.

"Crap.” Rumer turned to Martin, who uttered the word again, then took off after Sandra, pleading with her to turn around. The woman ignored him, signs of her frailty disappearing with each step.

The group followed her and as they neared the crypt, Martin stopped. Josephine watched Sandra with greedy eyes, an evil smile on her face.

"Welcome, sister. So nice of you to come and visit me. It's a bit overdue, though, don't you think?"

"Oh lord above,” Rumer skidded to a halt next to Martin pulling on his shirtsleeve. “I can hear her. We've got to get Sandra out of here."

"No,” Martin said. “It's too late. Sandra feels this is the only way, and she may be right."

"I'm not afraid of you anymore,” Sandra said, stepping closer to the crypt. “Come and get me."

Josephine's snort of disbelief sent chills up Martin's spine, and the gasps from the assembled group let him know everyone had heard her.

"You? Why would I want you when I have other, more succulent offerings? The young witch will do nicely, and her gorgeous body will serve me well."

Martin and Noah stepped in front of Rumer, pushing her back. “Go, Rumer,” Martin said, jerking his head toward the gate. “Get out, now."

The sound of another vehicle pulling up to the curb let them know Margrette had arrived. “Fletch! Hurry.” Martin tried, and failed, to keep Rumer from running in front of him. He grabbed her when she tried to leave and she fought him off. She didn't get far before Martin and Noah both clasped an arm.