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Fletch watched, transfixed. “I like that. Oh yeah,
amoureux
, lick her clean."

He dropped to his knees and kissed Quinn quickly. She gasped when he pulled Dev's head up and gave him a bruising kiss, pushing the other man's head back until they were both groaning.

When the kiss broke with a pop, Quinn sighed.

"What time is it?"

"Close to eleven,” Dev said. “We'll rest here for a while, then go back to the house and see if we can rouse the ghost around midnight. Then we'll know if Delphie is as talkative as her sister."

They lay down with Quinn in the middle, Dev at her backside and Fletch at her front.

"So,” Quinn said. “Do you think Alison, Amedee and Cyrille were, um, doing the nasty?"

"Yeah,” Fletch answered. “I do."

"It makes sense,” Dev said. “You saw them making love, and inviting someone to join, and the screaming ghost was Delphie, I'd make a bet, which means they weren't inviting her. And there was only one other person in the mix."

Dev's hand rested on her hip and Fletch's on her arm. She felt warm and well loved. Her eyes drifted shut, then immediately popped back open.

"So, it's Delphie..."

"Hush, Boo. We rest now and work after midnight, the witching hour."

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Chapter Seven

Quinn stepped inside the bedroom and stopped. She half-expected the same scene she'd witnessed that afternoon to play itself out again. But no one was there. Fletch and Dev rummaged through their room next door, gathering equipment to use in Alison's room.

Quinn's room was quiet, with no sounds of lovemaking or screaming ghosts to greet her. She cleared her throat and whispered, “Delphie?"

The silence remained, so she tried a different tactic.

"Amedee?"

She remembered Alison's words in the graveyard:
Help my Amedee. He's being hurt by the witch.

It brought many questions to the forefront. First, was Delphie a witch, or did she practice voodoo? In Louisiana, voodoo made more sense.

"Delphie. Did you kill your sister and Cyrille?” When the words popped out of her mouth, Quinn shook her head.

"I'm losing it. I'm talking to thin air."

"Maybe not,” Dev said, coming in behind her. He leaned over and kissed her, then moved toward the bed. Pausing, he turned to her. “Hold this for me, please."

"What is this?” She examined the item. It looked like a wind chime, with several pieces of heavy metal fastened to chains, which extended from a circular piece of metal.

"It's a ghost catcher,” he said. “I'm going to hang it from the ceiling. The general idea is, if we fall asleep, the changes in the room that the ghost brings will make the pieces bang together and wake us up, so we can see what's happening."

Fletch came in carrying a small ladder.

"Found it downstairs,” he said, leaning over to kiss Quinn.

"I could get used to this,” she said when he moved away.

"Hope so,” Dev said. “That big bed we bought was for the three of us, you know."

"Yes, I know that now. I just wish you would have told me first."

"What's the fun in that?” Fletch asked, even as he turned to Dev and said, “Told ya so."

"Yes, you've already said that. Can we get to work, please?"

They hung the ghost catcher in the middle of the room.

"Okay. Time for bed,” Dev said.

"What?” Quinn turned to him. “Aren't we going to stay up and see what happens?"

"The ghosts are in this room,” Dev replied. “You've already proven that. They may not come back tonight, but maybe, just maybe, the three of us getting into bed together will set Delphie off again. You said she was screaming when she saw Alison, Amedee and Cyrille together."

"We don't know it was Cyrille,” Alison said. “Maybe she was screaming because they started without her. Maybe the third person in the equation was Delphie."

"Doubt it,” Fletch said.

"Well, if Delphie is the ghost in the house, why would she show me Alison and Amedee making love? I personally think she would stay quiet. The more noise she makes the more she increases the chances of the owners bringing in a priest to purify the house and drive her away."

"True,” Dev said. “But did you ever think maybe it was Amedee showing you the scene this afternoon? Alison tells us Delphie has control over him. Maybe he is here, too. Maybe he is the one who makes the mischief in October, near the anniversary of his death. Maybe he has more power at that time."

"Do you think?"

"It makes sense,” Dev said. “He would want people to know the truth."

"Let's talk it out,” Fletch said. “We know Amedee killed Cyrille."

The strands on the ghost catcher stirred and they all three turned toward it.

Quinn took a step toward Dev, who pulled her against him protectively. They silently watched the chimes, which moved softly.

"Keep talking, Fletch,” Dev said, his voice low. “Someone's listening."

"So,” Fletch continues. “After the murder..."

The strands moved violently, the sound competing with Fletch as he continued to talk.

"...Amedee, he brings Alison back here and kills her."

A violent wind swept through the room. The lights blinked on and off, then went off completely, leaving them in darkness. Almost simultaneously, Fletch and Dev turned on the flashlights they carried in their pockets and Quinn gasped as a large glass vase sitting on the dresser lifted into the air and sailed toward Fletch's head. The man ducked seconds before it hit, and the glass smashed into the wall, shattering into little pieces.

"Okay,” Fletch said, holding up his hands. “Let's try this, you
fils de putain
. You didn't kill Alison, Delphie did."

The wind died down and Quinn released a pent-up breath. “It's true."

"He wants us to believe it's true,” Dev said. “We have no proof of anything except for the story that's been passed down through history, that Amedee killed Cyrille and Alison, and then died the following Halloween."

The ghost catcher moved again, this time more slowly.

"He's losing energy,” Dev said. “He's angry because we're blaming him for Alison's death, but he doesn't have the energy to fight us on it. First Alison comes to us this afternoon, now this. We need to find out what really happened."

"Martin's going to be here the day after tomorrow, on Halloween,” Quinn said. “We can ask during the séance—oh my lord! Did those words just come out of my mouth?"

Both men laughed and Dev pulled her closer to him. “They did."

"But we can't get a straight story out of Amedee or Delphie,” Dev said. “We should talk with Alison. We should have the séance at the family cemetery."

"Alison talked to us without a medium,” Quinn said.

"Yes, but her outburst weakened her, just as Amedee's weakened him tonight. If we use a medium, we might be able to talk with her longer."

Quinn leaned back into Dev's chest. He tightened his arms around her and she sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, if Alison is at the graveyard, and Amedee is at the house, where is Delphie? Or Cyrille? I saw her this afternoon, but Cyrille has yet to make an appearance."

"Not yet, but he may. Alison lost energy this afternoon, pretty quickly,” Dev said. “Martin will help her focus, and help me make contact, but we need him before Halloween. We'll call him first thing in the morning and ask him to come up tomorrow night."

"And then?” Quinn hugged her arms to her chest. The air was warmer, but she knew Amedee was still there.

"We go to the City of the Dead and see if Alison is at home,” Fletch said. “Until then, we sleep."

Quinn shook her head. “In here?"

"Oh yeah, Boo,” Fletch laughed. “This is where the action is. Don't worry. We'll protect you."

"Are we going to, well, you know?"

Dev laughed and pulled her closer. “She wants a repeat of earlier, lover."

"That would make three of us,” Fletch said. “But work first, play later."

"Like in the morning,” Dev said, his tongue tracking over Quinn's neck. She shivered in his arms.

"Perfect way to start the day,” Fletch said with a nod.

Quinn couldn't agree more.

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Chapter Eight

It was a beautiful dream, one she'd had so many times before. Only this time she knew it wasn't a dream. Fingers glided over her clit. More than one set. She wiggled further down into the mattress and moaned.

"Good morning, Boo,” Fletch's voice was full of desire.

"Yes, good morning.” Dev's voice chimed in, the sound as smooth as chocolate.

Quinn squeezed her eyes tighter, afraid to open them for fear the dream would end. She groaned as one set of fingers dripped down her wet slit to her opening.

"Spread your legs,” Dev said as Fletch pulled one of them over his hips. Dev's fingers slipped into her wetness, sliding down and probing for entrance.

"She's wet for us, Fletch."

Quinn wanted to scream. She was pretty sure she'd been wet most of the night. When they'd gone to bed, with Quinn lying in between the two of them, they'd each kissed her passionately and she'd been almost embarrassed at her body's reaction, the fact she'd begged for sex.

"Not the right time,” Dev had said.

"Yeah,” Fletch had said, licking her nipple. “We wait until tomorrow and make it even sweeter."

Then, they leaned across her and kissed each other good night. Quinn would never tire of the sight of them kissing, no matter if it was sweet and tender, as she'd seen many times at their home, or rough and hard, as she'd seen last night.

The love they felt for each other showed with each kiss, and last night had been no different. Now, as they trailed their fingers through her wetness she couldn't believe her dreams were becoming reality.

"Make me come before I wake up,” she whispered, moving her hips to give Dev better access. “I'm afraid you'll disappear once my eyes are open."

Their shared laughter sent chills up her spine.

"You want to come, Boo?” Fletch said, whispering against her ear. “What else would you like to do? Tell us."

"Um...” she bit her lip and gasped as Dev's fingers slipped inside her. “Fuck?"

"Is that a question, or a desire?” Dev began to gently slide his finger in and out of her slick center.

"A desire.” She gasped as Fletch gently squeezed her clit. Their fingers moved slowly, teasing her with their tender strokes.

"Well,” Dev said. “The next question would be how you would like it?"

Quinn's eyes popped open and she stared first at Dev, and then at Quinn.

"Um, the usual way?"

They both laughed again.

"Boo, there is no usual way. That's the fun of sex. Use that creative mind of yours. Then tell us how you'd like it."

He leaned down and claimed her lips, his warm and wet over her own. He teased her with his tongue before pulling back.

Quinn thought she would go crazy as they continued to stroke her, applying hard pressure that had her moaning and bucking her hips before backing off and teasing her, making her beg for more.

She delved deep into her mind, trying to decide what would constitute using her imagination. Not simple screwing, that was for sure. Something different, something that would make them both sit up and take notice.

She giggled nervously as she thought about when her fascination with Dev and Fletch had first started. It was the time she'd seen them kiss, very soon after she'd moved into their house. She'd watched them as their lips met, wondering what would come next, wondering what it would be like to ... Bingo!

Their fingers continued to dance around her pussy and she sighed.

"I want to watch,” she whispered as Fletch took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed.

"Excuse me?” Dev's fingers stopped the exquisite pumping they'd been doing for the last few minutes.

"I want to watch the two of you make love."

She propped herself up on her elbows and bit her lower lip, lifting her eyebrows up and down.

"You asked what I wanted, and that's it."

They both shook their heads before removing their fingers from her pussy.

"No, make me come, first.” She hated the pleading tone in her voice, but her pussy was on fire, throbbing from the attention they'd both been giving her.

"Don't think so,” Fletch said. “That comes after."

He nodded at Dev, who left the bed quickly and went into the other room.

Quinn's heart started to beat faster. She wasn't sure how that was possible, because for the last five minutes, she'd thought it would jump out of her chest and run away. But somehow she knew they were going to add their one little twist to her request.

"Um, is something wrong? I mean if me watching is too..."

Dev walked back into the room and threw something at Fletch, who caught it and moved toward the top of the bed.

"Sit up, Boo,” he whispered. “Put your back against the headboard like a good little girl."

Her stomach did somersaults, but she did as he asked. Dev crossed to the opposite side of the bed and sat down, taking her hand in his lap. Fletch took the other hand and after a few moments of silence, they nodded at each other.

"What the fuck...” Quinn gasped as they wrapped a length of material around each of her wrists, then stretched her arms out to the posts of the tester bed.

"Wait, wait.” She could hear the panic in her own voice. No one had ever tied her up before and she was more than a little nervous. “This wasn't part of the deal."

"Relax, Quinn,” Dev said. “It's only ties from our robes. You said you wanted to watch, which is a wonderfully erotic idea. But, we wanted to up the stakes, just a bit."

"You watch and squirm,” Fletch said. “By the time we come, all it'll take is one little stroke on your pretty little clit and you'll think it's the Fourth of July tomorrow instead of Halloween."

Quinn pulled against her bonds, then whimpered when Dev and Fletch stripped, then knelt at the end of bed, facing each other.

Their hands began to explore, moving slowly over skin, each one of them whispering words of approval for Quinn's benefit.

Quinn's clit twitched when Dev leaned over and licked Fletch's nipple. The other man threw back his head as he buried his hands in Dev's hair.

"That's it,
amoureux
. Oh yeah."

Fletch cradled Dev's head in his hands as the other man moved his lips from nipple to nipple. Quinn fought against her bonds and felt her own nipples peak out almost painfully.

She wanted to touch, to run her hands through Dev's hair as he sucked on Fletch's chest, wanted to take one nipple while he took the other.

"Untie me,” she hissed. “Now."

"You wanted to watch,” Dev murmured as he trailed his hand down Fletch's chest and stomach. “You just enjoy yourself."

He clasped the other man's cock in his hands and began to pump.

"Fuck yeah,” Fletch said. “Harder. Oh, yeah, harder. Yeah, pump me. Let our pretty little Quinn see my cock grow in your hands."

Her whimper turned into a whine. “Please!"

In response, Fletch took Dev's cock in his hands and stroked it. Soon, they moved in tandem, their hands sliding up and down each other's cocks in long, delicious strokes.

Quinn's chest heaved with exertion as she watched them caress each other.

"I need to fuck,” she said. “Please, please."

"Not yet,” Fletch said. “First, you'll watch Dev fuck me. Then, I'll fuck you.

Fletch turned and ran his tongue down Quinn's thigh. She shivered as hot tendrils of desire shot to her core.

"Fletch, Dev. Please.” She pulled on her ropes and Fletch laughed softly.

"Tell me, little miss anchor woman. If you were to describe this scene, how would you do it?"

Fletch knelt on all fours, his head close to Quinn's pussy. She could feel his hot breath on her wet flesh.

"You're killing me."

"Well, that wouldn't do anything for your ratings, now would it?” Fletch shot her a mischievous look. “Describe it."

Dev knelt behind Fletch, his fingers disappearing between the other man's legs, causing Fletch's look to change to one of pure need.

Quinn watched as Dev wet his fingers in his mouth, and put them between Fletch's upturned buttocks.

"Do it, Quinn,” Fletch said. He groaned as Dev pushed his fingers inside him. “Let's hear it. Film at eleven."

"Oh,” Quinn threw her head back and hissed deeply. She looked back in time to see Dev grasp Fletch's hips and thrust forward.

"Fuck ya,” Fletch said, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. “Give it to me hard."

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

Quinn cleared her throat, her eyes locked on Fletch's face.

"This morning, the most beautiful sight appeared before a guest at Alison's Plantation House near Baton Rogue."

"Yeah,” Fletch said. “More, both of you. Give me more."

Quinn pulled against her bonds. “They say finding true love is like finding two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together."

Fletch's tongue snaked up and down Quinn's quivering thighs as Dev continued to fuck him in long, sure strokes.

"But there was ... there was ... um.” Quinn swallowed hard. She could feel her orgasm hovering just out of reach. All it would take would be one flick of Fletch's tongue and she would come. She would take a trip to the moon and back, shoot off like a rocket.

"But there was no puzzle about the love going round ... round the room at Alison's House. There was never a more beautiful sight than two people..."

"Three people...” Dev growled out. “Three."

"...Three people showing their adoration by joining their bodies together in an explosion of passion."

"I can't ... I can't hold...” Dev growled and his thrusts picked up in speed.

"Oh yeah,” Fletch said. He flicked his tongue over Quinn's clit and she came, pulling against her bonds and screaming.

"Fletch! Dev! Oh please, fuck me!"

Dev groaned out the last of his orgasm and stood quickly.

"Condom!” Fletch roared. “Now!"

"Just fuck me. Please! I know you're both clean."

"No,” Fletch said. “Birth control, Boo."

Quinn hissed as Dev sheathed Fletch's cock. In sure, swift movements, Fletch lifted Quinn's thighs onto his own and tunneled deep inside her pussy.

"So wet,” he said. He set up a steady rhythm, pumping in time with the moans and groans that escaped both of their lips.

"Stay with me,
amoureux
. Don't leave me."

Dev came up behind Fletch and took his hips in hand again, guiding him as he slide in and out of Quinn.

The view was too much. Quinn pressed herself up, her arms feeling as if they would pull out of their sockets when she slipped down further into the bed.

She came with a fury she'd never felt before, tendrils of bliss shooting to all points of her body. She felt Fletch swell and give a few final thrusts, bellowing out his climax as Dev's hands dipped down to his balls and gently caressed them.

After a few moments, Dev left the bed to undo Quinn's ties, and Fletch left for the bathroom. He came back minutes later with a warm cloth, which he used to bathe Quinn's hypersensitive flesh.

She burrowed deep into the covers and sighed in contentment.

"In this reporter's opinion, there's nothing quite like shared love, which leaves everyone feeling dizzy and content."

"Very content,” Dev said, lying down next to her. He kissed Quinn's forehead, then softly bussed her lips.

Fletch did the same thing on the other side of her body.

They put their heads on her shoulders. Several minutes of silence ensued, then Quinn gasped.

"You know what? What if Alison was watching? Or Amedee? Or, worse yet, Delphie?"

"Nobody seemed to mind,” Dev said.

"I think the scene you saw yesterday showed us why,” Fletch said. “Alison and Amedee making love, and asking Cyrille to join them. They were taking part in a
ménage a trios
, and I'm sure it wasn't the first time."

"Do you think that's why she appeared to us?"

"Yes,” Dev said, lifting his eyes to Quinn. “She sensed the same love in us that she had with them."

Quinn returned his smile, then closed her eyes. Had Alison sensed what Quinn had not? It seemed likely. She felt sleep rise up to take her as thoughts of work drifted through her mind. She may not have come to a decision about her job, but this vacation has given her something far more precious.

The love of the two men she cared about most in the world.

Her eyes popped open, uncertainty eating at her once more. Did they love her, or was this just a holiday thing for them? She knew, though, that her fears were for naught. They loved her as much as she loved them, and they'd find a way to make things work.

With her job, and with their love.

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