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I leaned over the railing watching him sitting frustrated in his writing chair in front of his one hundred year old Underwood typewriter; a gift I gave him for our first anniversary. His fingers tangled in the short black spikes of his hair, his elbows rested on the desk. Crumpled balls of paper littered the living room floor from excerpts that he just wasn’t satisfied with. My wonderful husband sat now his soul trampled by writers block.

I descended the spiraling stair case as quiet as could be. He needed a distraction, but I knew my Ace, he would never leave the typewriter if I didn’t pull him away. I slid my hands down his muscular chest and kissed him softly on the nape of his neck. He looked at me with those frustrated eyes.

“Stuck huh?” I asked.

“Ya, I just cant get past this scene.” He replied in a soft voice.

I took his hand and placed it on my breast playfully.

“I’ve got something to take your mind off that.” I said giggling.

“Your such a tease ya know.” He smiled but gave me no complaint and followed me complacently into the garage.

I pulled back the car cover to his 67 Camaro SS, midnight black with white just hugging the front nose. I leaned down , reached under the bumper and pulled the lever for the hood. I pulled up hard on the hood then walked to the shelf and handed him a present, a brand new chrome polished carburetor. He smiled, pulled me close and hugged me tight.

“Thank you Amy.” He said, the stress slowly lifting from his face as he smiled.

I took a wrench and handed it to him as I removed the air cleaner. We worked on the car for about two hours. I watched his movements, the way his hands twisted and pulled at the bolts, the determined look chiseled into his face as he worked feverishly. I watched as the stress from writing the manuscript dissipated from his worried eyes. Each time I walked behind him to reach into the tool box for another wrench or socket I gave him a playful grasp on his perfectly shaped buttocks.

“Ok baby start it up.” He called to me.

I slid into the soft leather seat and started the motor, at first it sputtered and backfired as he readjusted the air/fuel ratio leaving the car purring just right. I shut the motor off so he could reattach the air cleaner. I honked the horn startling him into smacking his head on the hood. I cruelly laughed hysterically as he peeked around the hood shooting me a look of death rubbing the newly forming lump on his head before his eyes rested and a smile formed. I gave him an innocent hand caught in the cookie jar smile to try to cover up the horns that quickly replaced the halo upon my crown. Nope he wasn’t buying it. He shook his head smiling and curled his finger beckoning me out of the car so I couldn’t do it a second time.

“My car’s waaaay nicer anyway.” I said in a taunting voice as I climbed onto the hood of my black and orange 1980 Z28 Camaro.

I leaned back seductively as he pulled the cover back over his car.

“Um I think not love.” He said with a devious smile.

I leaned even further back on the hood opening and closing my legs to tease him, grease spots covered various parts of my body from the work we just finished. I arched my back just a bit to push my breasts up and toward him, my long red hair falling down dusting the hood of the hot rod.

“My car has style for one and two it comes with a hot chick on the hood.” I said my thick New York accent adding just the right about of taunt and sarcasm.

Ace was Canadian. He loved my accent, he said it gave me character. I couldn’t say a word around him that had an “O” in it without him laughing. Even so I loved his accent just the same, mostly when he would lose himself and say “Eh”. We were a match made in heaven. Soul mates that fate finally put together after we both lived long and suffering lives alone. We loved all the same things, from horror movies to writing. I wrote erotic stories and I was well published and finally made New York’s best sellers list. Ace wrote manuscripts for movies. He had already sold his first two, the one he was working one now, “The Last Haunting” was a combination of our personal experiences and fiction all in one.

Ace placed himself between my fidgety legs and his hands on my rear sliding me abruptly down the waxed hood of the car to kiss me passionately, holding me tight against his muscular grease covered body. He had the cool demeanor of John Travolta in Grease, but the heart of the Cowardly Lion in the wizard of OZ, fitting as he was a Leo, me a Sagittarian, the perfect combo; both fire signs neither of us fueled or extinguished the flames we just burned brightly together.

He never ceased to amaze me, always surprising me with romance. One day it would be flowers the next a home cooked dinner by candle light. I never knew what was brewing in that brilliant mind of his.

“Well love then I have the best of both worlds, I’ve got both cars and the girl.” He said matter of fact as he lifted me off the car.

“Will you put me down!” I yelled as he spun me about the garage.

He placed me gently back onto the floor taking my hand and leading me back into the house to wash up. We each took turns taking quick showers to wash away the grease, dirt and sweat from working on the car in the hot garage. While he was in the shower I made dinner, a simple easy dish, spaghetti with meat sauce. The radio played rock and roll in the background keeping my busy mind occupied as I completed my tasks. He came around the corner with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I stared at the small drips of water that trickled down his neck from his hair, weaving a disorganized pattern down around his nipples through the gullies of his muscles before settling on the waist portion of his towel and disappearing forever. I ran my eyes over his tattoo’s the phoenix was my favorite, the tribal tattoo twisting and twining its way around his arm. He just stood there with his arm on the wall supporting his weight and watched me cook.

“Go get dressed would ya, dinner’s almost done.” I said trying to distract myself from impending arousal.

He smiled wryly and sighed playfully before vanishing into the bedroom. He returned moments later sporting a black T-shirt with little water spots on the back from not drying off completely before putting it on and a pair of navy blue cotton shorts. I had already set the bowls on the table full with hot spaghetti, steam still emanating from the bowls in contrast with the cool air from the A.C.. We both sat at the antique country styled wood table and chatting about nonsense. He told me he was stuck in the part of the movie where the girl realizes she is being haunted by several spirits. I offered some input as to what her reaction should be. Neither of us were terrified of spirits so we didn’t know how to react. Being that I had seen them all my life I thought back to the terror I felt as a child, not knowing what was going bump in the night and no one believing me in the same token. He smiled and called me brilliant, we placed our bowls in the sink and he washed the dishes as I fed the dogs. We had two, well they were both mine and I just dragged them along with me when I moved in, Sandy a golden lab that belonged to my father before he had passed and Karra, my demon of a Siberian husky. Their tails wagged vigorously as I poured the food in the dishes. I placed Sandy’s bowl on the ground and Karra’s ice blue eyes looked at me with a begging sorrow. I smiled and put her bowl on the floor and patted her on the head. Ace and I stepped outside for a smoke.

We sat on the porch, the muggy air was stifling making it hard to breath. Instantly a small bead of sweat ran down the side of my cheek and down past my neck and over my breast before melting into the cotton of my tank top. I was grateful I pulled my hair up after my shower, it would have covered me like a blanket in the winter, its long lengths passing down over my buttocks. Now it was in a pony tail, braided and wrapped into a perfect librarian style bun.

“I still remember the day I saw you.” He said shattering the silence like a hammer to glass.

“Oh ya, and?” I asked.

“I remember the way the morning sun struck your hair, it looked like it was on fire. Your smile captured my heart right then and there.” He said with a dreamy look in his eye.

“I wished you would have said something then love, we wouldn’t have had to suffer like we did.”

“I know but everything happens for a reason right.” He said in return.

“Yes it does I guess, I just don’t always like the reasons.” I replied as I stood and walked into the yard.

The cold grass felt wonderful on my bare feet as I strode through the yard the early morning dew already forming. The air was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist kissing me just behind my ear. I rested my head back against him and slid my fingers between his hands that were resting on my belly. My heart skipped a beat at the realization that I was finally and truly happy.

I turned in his arms and stood on my tippy toes and kissed him deeply. I pulled back a devilish look in my eyes, a devious smile upon my lips.

“What are you up to now love?” He asked in an inquisitive tone.

I giggled and pulled back from him, I ran towards the in ground pool tossing garment after garment to the ground; first my shirt, then my bra, shorts and panties all littered the back lawn. Lastly I let my hair out and leapt into the pool. Ace stood there with a stupefied look on his face.

“I can’t believe you just did that, what if the neighbors saw you!” He exclaimed.

“Well then they just got the show of their lives, come on chicken jump in, the water is perfect.’ I replied


Ace rolled his eyes and walked over to the edge of the pool. He looked around cautiously, nervous to get caught. He pulled his shirt off casting it carelessly to the ground.

“Come on babe, no one is going to see, its midnight for god sakes. I’m sure all these old fogies around us are sleeping.” I said as I pushed off the wall of the pool.

He sighed and pulled his pants off and jumped into the water cannonball style.

“See that wasn’t so bad now was it?” I teased.

“You’re fucking nuts you know that?” He said.

I swam over to him, slipped my arms around him and kissed him deeply before tripping him up and dunking him under the water. I swam off to the deep end giggling as he came back above the water shaking the water from his head and wiping his eyes.

“Oh now you’re going to get it!” He yelled as he dove under the water.

The water was murky from the heat, I franticly looked about the pool trying to see where he went, my efforts faltered as the water was to cloudy to see. I felt his hands on my ankles and quickly grabbed my nose as he pulled me under the water. I kicked my feet bringing me back to the surface gulping a long gasp of air. Ace sat at the corner of the pool his arms rested on the edges. I wiped the water from my eyes and smiled.

“Ok, I guess I deserved that.” I said.

“Oh you bet you did, my head still hurts.” He said playfully and sarcastic at the same time.

I swam over to him and kissed the spot where his head met abruptly with the hood. Lowering my lips to his neck then to his lips.

“Forgive me love?” I said in a child like tone.

He smiled and nodded his head.

“I could never stay mad at you for long.” He said.

We both swam to the stairs of the pool and got out. Realizing in the moment, we never grabbed any towels. So I walked naked and wet to the porch and grabbed our cigarettes and we laid on the ground staring at the stars as we dried off. We stared at the little lights in the sky pointing out each constellation. The big dipper, the little dipper, Orion was my favorite but he was only truly visible during fall and winter.

He leaned over and brushed the small piece of my hair from my face, his green eyes looking into my gray ones. His eyes were truly a window to his soul, I could see the happiness in his eyes, mixed with lust from all the teasing I had done for the day. He leaned down pressing his lips to mine gently, parting them and slipping his wet tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced as his fingers embraced my wet hair.

He climbed on top of me, kissing and gently biting the nape of my neck at first, then moving slowly down. Each kiss sent shivers through my body, his lips blindly fumbling over my body reaching each nipple and sucking it deeply into his mouth one by one. No stone was left unturned as he explored the contours of my naked flesh. He kissed his way down to my belly hovering just for a moment over my navel before proceeding further. He gently kissed the top of my mound before branching off to my inner thigh. My body shuttered in anticipation, begging for his touch. His lips kissed every part of my leg down to my ankles and gently kissed each orange painted toe. I jumped a little because I was highly ticklish. He switched to the other leg mimicking his movements in reverse working his way back up, delicately placing each kiss with careful precision. I watched as he slithered his way around my body like a love sick serpent. His eyes full of love and lust never broke contact with mine as he devoured my flesh, savoring each part of me tasting me as if determining whether or not I would make a good snack.

He reached my soaking wet slit and ran his tongue over the smooth lips teasing me, my body jerked as he ran his tongue gently over the opening just barely grazing my clit. By now his movements were torture as he pulled his head back to give me one last devilish smile and pushed my legs apart before burying his lips between my legs. I felt his tongue push against my clit in one long, hard stroke after another. I felt the orgasm begin to build at once, my whole body tightening down, bracing itself for the impending explosion. He slipped his tongue inside me finding that magical spot, instantly like a volcanic eruption my body let loose. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my body as my muscles sporadically tightened and jerked, he held me tight making sure I couldn’t escape and lose one moment of this bliss. The world spun around me as he sent me into a euphoric orgasm like none I had ever felt before. My soft moans had become a banshee’s wail shouting into the endless quiet of the night. My fingers slipping into the softness of his hair and after a moment the waves began to subside. My body eased its tension and my gaze caught his once more.

I beckoned him for a kiss. He wiped my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly kissed his way back up my body finally reaching my lips. I could still taste myself on his lips but I didn’t mind, I wrapped my legs around his perfectly molded arse and pulled him deep into me. I shivered as I felt the velvety softness of his thick member fill me completely bringing me back to the cliffs edge on the brink of yet another explosion. First he was slow and hard in his movements, each thrust brought me closer to euphoria. I stared deeply into his eyes as he slithered his ridged shaft in and out of me. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist pulling him deeper and deeper into me; my nails digging into his back softly as his thrusts began to quicken. I could feel every contour of his shaft as pushed and pulled his way into his own ecstasy. His soft moans now primitive growls deep from within his belly. I felt my sex clamp down onto his shaft as yet another explosion hit. My back arched as I pulled him even deeper into me, his kisses on my neck turned to savage bites sending my orgasm into overdrive, my body shook and thrashed under his as my nails clawed feverishly against his back.

As the waves began to yet again to subside he pulled me over on top of him. My long red hair cascading down dancing over the side of his cheek and I rose and fell on top of him, leaning down and kissing him passionately. I sat all the way up rising ‘and falling, curving my hips just a bit with each thrust. His fingers sliding up and down my thighs, then finding their way to my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers. He grunted and groaned with each and every thrust, he pulled me back down on top of him and kissed me deeply with more passion than words could simply explain.

He rolled yet again leaving me on the flat of my back, the blades tickling every part of my naked flesh once more. His trusts were hard and fast, my breasts shaking from each impact. He leaned down and kissed me one last time before his own explosion took hold of his body. I could feel his seed fill me as his shaft jumped inside me, his growls more savage as his own orgasm pulsated throughout his body. His body jerked and his thrusts became weaker and less rhythmic till finally his whole body just collapsed.

He laid on the ground for a moment staring at the stars, his chest heaving as his lungs gasped for air. I leaned over and ran my finger down the side of his cheek before bending down to steal a soft kiss. He put his arm around me and I gently placed my head into the shallow recess of his shoulder, my leg curling itself over his thigh and my arm resting on his still heaving belly. I closed my eyes a listened to the rapid beat of his heart, the scent of chlorine and his deodorant filled my nostrils as I breathed. I gently placed a kiss onto his chest while his fingers gently stroked my shoulder and I nuzzled back into his shoulder. I felt as if I was finally home, loved and safe in my lovers arms.

We laid there for about a half an hour before he rose and pulled me to my feet. We gathered up our clothing and headed back into the house. I jumped into the shower first to clean up and run some conditioner through my knotted and matted hair. Then he jumped in as well.

I made us some popcorn and we returned to the living room and sat on the brown leather sofa. He pulled me in close and I buried my head into his shoulder once more.

“I put in 13 Ghosts if that’s ok.” He said.

“Mmm Hmm.” I moaned to tired to form actual words.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too honey.” I mumbled as I quickly drifted off to sleep.

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