Ghostly Realm - Not Even Death Could Separate Them (3 page)

Abigail rested her forehead on the closed front door just after she said goodnight.
Oh wow!
She thought for the umpteenth time that evening.
I met a ghost. And a handsome sexy pirate ghost at that!

She walked away from the door, her mind still in a dream state. She went into her bedroom and pulled pajama’s from her dresser drawer and took them into the bathroom. She ran a hot bubble bath and lit a couple of candles and placed them on the counter then switched off the overhead light. She undressed and tossed the black velvet dress in the corner, not caring if it got wrinkled or not.
I won’t be wearing that again anytime soon!
She thought with disgust.

She pinned her hair up, stepped into the tub and settled down into the calming hot water. She glanced around and felt a peaceful feeling settle over her. The candles gave off a flickering tranquil light that was very soothing to her. She leaned back against a soft inflatable cushion and closed her eyes and breathed deep the fragrance of sweet lavender. She moved her hands slowly through the hot steamy water, her hands cupped the water and she poured them over her upper body. “Ahhhhhhhh!” She said softly.

Abigail gave her thoughts free reign. She smiled as she felt the most content she had felt in a long time.
Were you real? Did I imagine you somehow because I was so unhappy with Mark?
She thought as shook her head no.
No, you have to be real. I WANT you to be real! I talked to you and touched you, so I know you have to be real. I wonder why you’re here?
It was as if she somehow conjured him up from all of her thoughts and fantasies she had about pirates.
But why come to me as a ghost and not as a living man?
She thought sadly.
Because there are no men like you living, that’s why.
She thought with certainty.
At least not for me anyway.
 

She thought about all the books that she had written and realized that she had always in her heart of hearts wanted a man like
him
. He was just as the men she’d always written about. In her books, she poured out all her secret desires as a woman and created the perfect man for her. Funny how she could so easily write a book about romance and true love yet in her real life she couldn’t find a man like she fantasized about.

Abigail knew she wasn’t the only woman that felt like she did. Her book sales alone told her that millions of women fantasized about such a man. A strong assertive handsome man with a compassionate loving side. She started to run the traits she most desired in a man through her mind. All the heroes in her books had these traits, well most of them did.
A good personality. Funny, sweet, caring. Open minded, well spoken, someone I can be myself around. A nice body, muscular physique but not overly so. A butt I can grab onto, longish hair, nice smile, kissable lips. Deep eyes, thoughtful, not cocky or a smart ass. Confident, someone I can easily talk to. Friendly, intelligent, not boorish or full of himself. Sensitive, smells good, supportive, trustworthy. Clean lifestyle, no druggie or alcoholic. Flirtatious, a good kisser, has dreams. Can be funny or serious, relaxed, attentive. Someone who believes in me, isn’t afraid to be a dork sometimes. Has a faith of some kind, a man who isn’t afraid to touch or be touched. Romantic, playful, easy going. Understanding, down to earth, nice to everybody.

She sank down into the water until it reached her chin and sighed.
Men now days didn’t know how to be a real man.
She thought.
Not any of the men I have been with anyway. I wonder if I’ve set my standards too high? 

Abigail grew drowsy and the water started to chill so she got out of the bathtub. She finished up, got dressed for bed and decided she would call it a night. She was tired, it had been a long day and she just wanted to go to sleep.

A short time later Abigail climbed into her soft comfortable bed, curled up and closed her eyes. Visions of her sexy ghost visitor flashed through her mind and right before she drifted off to sleep she wore the tiniest of smiles.

Abigail stood at the ships railing as she looked up into the star studded sky. The gentle breeze blew her long blonde hair behind her, giving her an almost angelic appearance. The bright moonlight shone down on her and the breeze blew gently, causing her gossamer nightgown to bond to her body. It showed every detail of her voluptuous figure underneath it. She swayed lightly with the motion of the ship, the soothing sound of small waves slapping the sides of the ship was music to her ears.

She turned around when she sensed him behind her. She gave him a seductive smile when he stepped out of the shadows. He sauntered up close to her and slowly wrapped his arms around her as he gazed into her beautiful eyes.

Abigail’s heart raced at his nearness and she ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation as her eyes devoured his seductive masculine lips. Her nipples tingled and hardened as he pressed her closer to his chest. He pulled her to his body and she brought her arms up on his shoulders as she slid her fingers through his soft long black hair. He cupped her butt and pressed her against his hard manhood.

“I woke up and missed you.” He groaned as he slanted his head and pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. Her mouth was so warm, the caress of her soft lips so tantalizing. He tasted her with his tongue and Abigail opened her mouth with a low moan.

He broke off the kiss reluctantly and bent to sweep her up into his arms. Her legs dangled over his strong arm, he supported her upper body with his other arm and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He effortlessly carried her down the wide steps to their cabin below, entered the room and used his foot to kick the door shut.

“BUZZZZZZZZZ!” Abigail’s alarm clock rang and it jerked her awake. She grabbed the pillow out from underneath her head and tossed it at her alarm clock in frustration. “You damn stupid thing! I was in the middle of a nice dream!” She said out loud.

She reached over and turned the alarm clock off and grabbed up her pillow and covered her head up and shut her eyes tightly. She tried relaxing her body so she could fall back to sleep again and continue the dream where she left off. After several minutes she realized it was no use. “Grrrrrrr!” She grumbled as she flung the covers back and got up. She hoped the day would pass quickly, she couldn’t wait to see
him
again.

Later that evening Devon stood in front of Abigail’s door. He concentrated for a second and then knocked . He heard her footsteps approach and the door opened.

“Oh it
was
all real,” she said excitedly. “please come in.” She stepped aside as she opened the door further.

Devon walked into the room and smelled the pleasant odor of jasmine scented candles burning. He glanced around and saw several flickering candles that gave the room an aromatic glowing romantic feeling. The only other light in the room was a small lamp sitting on the end table next to the couch. It’s light was soft and not overly bright. He turned to look at her.
God, how beautiful you are.
He thought. He appreciated the trouble she obviously took to make him feel welcome.

She gave him a quick smile as she shut the door. She walked over to a small table against the wall and turned her head back to look at him. “I wasn’t sure if you were able to drink or eat, but I made some hot tea.” She said kindly.

Devon smiled feeling a bit unsure and put his hands in his pockets. “To be honest I’ve never tried.” He said. Beautiful soft jazz music played in the background that came from a stereo system that sat beside her fireplace. He recognized the jazz musicians, they were a local group from New Orleans and he loved listening to their smooth jazz.

Devon watched Abigail pour the tea and noticed she looked different tonight than she did the night before. She wore a pair of white jeans with a soft pink cashmere sweater. It was very flattering on her voluptuous figure. His eyes roamed over her ample breasts and his heart quickened at the thought of her plump rosy nipple between his lips and teeth. He watched her graceful movements and couldn’t stop thinking how lucky he was to have found her. When she bent forward to pick up the tea cups, her long blonde hair fell forward to briefly hide her pretty face. He visualized his hands running through her hair and kissing her passionately. He resisted the strong urge to take her in his arms and make love to her.
She’d probably scream bloody murder!
He thought with a devilish smile.

After she poured them both a cup of hot tea, she walked over and held his out to him. He offered a smile and took the small cup into his large hands, his fingers brushing against hers briefly and she felt a thrilling sensation at the contact and blushed as she pulled her hand away. She lead him to the couch and they sat down. She sat on the opposite side as him and curled one leg underneath herself. She took a sip of the tea and watched him curiously as he too sipped on the tea.

“Mmm, that’s good.” He said as he rested the cup on his thigh and looked at her with a smile. “I realized last night as I was leaving, I hadn’t told you my name. Its Devon. Devon Pierce.”

Abigail smiled warmly remembering the embrace they shared the night before. Then she felt her cheeks grow heated when she remembered the erotic dream she had later after he had gone. “It...it suits you.” She stammered as she looked down demurely and took another sip of hot tea as she recalled the hot heated kiss they shared in her dream.

Devon glanced around the room to give her a moment to collect herself. “I like your apartment.” he said. “It suits
you
.” He said teasingly and they both chuckled.

“Thank you Devon.” She smiled, trying hard to act normal. “I think it’s pretty cozy.”

Devon loved how she said his name. The way she said it so easily and with such familiarity thrilled him.“I still can’t believe we’re sitting here talking and that you can see me.” Devon said.

“I’m shocked too Devon. I mean, I’ve heard of ghosts of course. I have friends that have claimed to seen them.” She said. “My best friend Karen would flip if she heard about this! She’s a bit of a psychic.” She said excitedly. She didn’t notice Devon’s reaction until she looked up at him again. “What’s wrong?” She asked when she saw his concerned expression.

“Could we keep this between just us Abigail?” Devon asked. “At least for the time being?”

“Well, sure Devon.” Abigail said in assurance. “Not that anyone would believe me anyway. Except maybe Karen.” She smiled at him. “But, I promise I won’t say a word.” She liked the idea of having Devon all to herself, she didn’t want to share him with anyone else!

Devon stood up, sat his cup on the coffee table and walked over to the fireplace mantel. “Is this a picture of your mother and father?” He asked pointing to the pictures.

Abigail stood up, sat her cup on the coffee table next to his and walked over to Devon and looked at the pictures too. “That’s me and dad. He took me on a fishing trip when I was twelve years old.” She said smiling at the happy memory. She picked up the picture and looked closely at it. She rubbed her thumb over her father’s face in the picture and then sat the photo back on the mantel. “He died two years ago of a heart attack. I really miss him.” She said sadly.

“I’m really sorry for your loss Abby.” Devon said. “Is that okay to call you Abby? Abigail just seems so formal.”

“Thanks Devon.” She said. “My dad called me Abby too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Abigail.” Devon said sadly. “If it brings back too many sad memories, I won’t call you Abby.”

“Oh, no, no Devon, please. You can call me Abby, I like it.” She was quick to explain. Then her eyes widened at a sudden thought and she looked at Devon. “Can you see other ghosts?” She asked.

“I see them all the time.” He said. Devon thought about her question and realized why she asked him if he could see other ghosts. “I can see other ghosts and they can see me too but we can’t talk to one another.” Devon explained. “When I first died, I ran into many ghosts like me and I tried to talk to them. But I got more their thoughts than anything and that was only if I concentrated hard. I would get jumbled messages that didn’t make sense to me so I stopped long ago trying to have a conversation with them.”

Abigail listened wide eyed.
How interesting.
She thought.

“Yes it is sometimes.” Devon said, answering her thought.

“Can...can you read my thoughts?” She asked surprised and a bit alarmed.

Devon didn’t realize until she asked him that question that he had read her thought and that he had been reading them all along. “I’ve never been able to read people’s thoughts, I mean people that are alive. You’re the first one.” He said as surprised as she was.

Abigail chuckled. “I better watch what I think when I’m around you then.” She said teasingly as her face blushed at the recent thoughts of him she had had.

Devon arched his eyebrow and chuckled too. “I like your thoughts.” He said and gave her a sexy smile.

Abigail turned her head away shyly knowing he had read her thoughts about her dream about him and blushed embarrassingly.

Devon looked to the woman in another photograph, changing the subject for now. He didn’t want her afraid or leary of him. “This I imagine is your mother?” He asked as he pointed to the picture of the middle aged woman who resembled her.

Abigail turned and looked at the picture and smiled with relief. “Yes, this is my mom.”

“You look like her.” Devon stated.

“Yes, I’ve been told that.” She smiled and picked up the picture. “But, we’re nothing alike in personality. She’s a good mom though and I love her dearly.” She said as she put the picture back on the mantle. Abigail walked over to the table where the teapot was sitting and refreshed her tea. “Would you like some more?” She asked as she held out the teapot.

“No, thank you.” Devon said as he walked back over to the couch and sat down again and reached to pick up his tea cup.

Abigail set the teapot back down on the table and walked over to sit on the couch again too. She tucked her left leg underneath herself and settled into a comfortable position.

“Do you have brothers or sisters?” Devon asked curiously.

“No, I’m an only child,” she said. “Mom and dad tried having more but they couldn’t,” she said wistfully. “I always wanted a brother or a sister.”

“You didn’t miss much.” Devon said sourly as he stood up again and walked to the fireplace and held his cup in his hand. He rested his other arm on the mantle and gazed down into the flames that licked the firewood. Abigail’s eyes were riveted on Devon’s muscular powerful physique. She felt her body flush as he brushed his long black hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear. He took a sip of tea and continued. “I had a brother once.” He said with anger in his voice.

“You did?” Abigail asked, trying to focus on what he was saying.

“If that’s what you want to call him. He was the one that killed me.” Devon said bluntly.

Abigail gasped at Devon’s blunt statement. She stood up and walked over to Devon and put her hand on his arm. She felt his muscles ripple under her touch and she gulped. “I’m so sorry Devon.” She said sympathetically. “Why in the world would your brother kill you?” She asked boldly.

Having no one to talk to all these years, Devon hesitated briefly and cleared his throat before he answered.It was hard concentrating on what he was saying with her standing so near him and touching him.

Devon hadn’t thought of his brother in a very long time and he didn’t want to think of him right now. He patted her hand that rested on his arm and continued. “It was over something very petty. My brother obviously didn’t think it was.” He paused and then said. “It’s a long story Abby.” He said, as memories of his last day alive flashed through his mind and he mentally shook it off. “I’ll tell you all about it sometime.”

Abigail looked into his eyes and saw his hesitation. “I understand Devon.” She said.

“Thank you Abby.” He said sincerely. “My life isn’t all that interesting really.”

“Not interesting? Are you kidding me?” She asked. “I want to know everything about you Devon.” She said demurely with a smile and gave his arm a little squeeze that sent sexual currents through both of them. “Let’s sit back down.” She said as she walked over to the couch again.

Devon watched her walk away, his eyes glued to her sexy rear end in her tight white jeans.
She’s so perfect and beautiful.
He thought.

He followed her and sat down on the couch again only this time Abigail sat in the middle of the couch. When he sat down her knee pressed into his thigh. The intimate connection satisfied them both for the moment.

Devon loved the feel of her touch but he worried that he wouldn’t be able to control the urges he was feeling. He smiled a little smile. “This is nice isnt it?” He asked, hoping it didn’t come out sounding awkward..

“Yes, it sure is.” Abigail said. “I have the strangest feeling that I’ve known you for years.” She continued. “Don’t you feel it?” She asked him, wondering if he was feeling the same thing she was.

“I do.” Devon replied back, hoping that she felt the same about him. “It was no accident that we met you know.”

Abigail knew it was no accident too. She felt the need to be totally honest with Devon. She decided to be as honest as she possibly could about what she believed. She sensed that he felt the same way she did. “I’m a hopeless romantic really Dev and I believe in fate or destiny, whatever you want to call it. I’ve always believed that there was a man out there just for me and that we would find each other one day. My true soulmate.” Her eyes widened slightly at the boldness of her confession. She had never said that to anyone in her life before but somehow it felt right as she said it to him.

“Dev.” Devon said. “I like that.”

“What?” Abigail asked. “Oh, did I call you Dev?” She smiled into his eyes.

Devon’s heart thundered in excitement and he chose his next words carefully. He knew how vulnerable she was and how brave it was to confess to him how she felt. “Do you know what I believe?” He asked her.

“Wha...what?” She hesitantly asked.
That I couldn’t possibly be your soulmate?
She thought as a sudden rush of insecurity overwhelmed her.

“No Abby, don’t think that.” He assured her. “I believe we
are
soul mates.” He declared. “I believe we have always been destined to be together. I have never felt this before either with anyone. Never.”

“Me either Dev.” Abigail whispered breathlessly.

Devon picked up her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. She felt his hot breath against her skin and she sighed as he turned her hand palm up and placed a gentle kiss in the center of it. He felt her shiver against his lips as the sexual tension between them intensified.

He felt his whole body going through a transformation the longer he was in Abigail’s presence. He was growing more solid and he marveled at the miracle. He felt his manhood stir and was excited and surprised at the same time and he knew without a doubt it was because he was with her. His brilliant blue eyes looked up into her glowing violet ones as his lips continued to kiss her open palm.
I want your lips on mine.
She thought.

Abigail and Devon both jerked in surprise when her cell phone rang, interrupting their intimate moment. She got up, giving Devon an apologetic expression and walked to the dining room table and picked up her cell phone.
Oh no, it’s Mark!
She thought, as she looked at the caller I.D. name on the face of her phone. She carried it back to the couch and sat down again and looked at Devon and he nodded his head.