Late Nights and 99 proof

Chapter Six~ RYAN

 Immediately, walking back into the house I hear rumbling and giggling upstairs. The walls aren't soundproof after all, I thought as I guide Jamie past Jef's room to our bedroom for the rest of the week. Kenny lays stretched across his bed with his ears plugged reading a book. A hopeless romantic.

"Jamie made it, " I tap him and he removes a cotton ball from one ear with a smile.

"Oh, hello?" He looks back and forth between us two. Thank heavens, he sees it too. "I didn't think Ryan was serious, you came alone?" He sits up.

Maybe not.

"Yeah, I tried to get Sadie to ride but she has to work the rest of the week," Kenny stands up to hug her and tries to excuse himself.

"It's good to see you, I'm gonna go find a new room to crash in"

"Please stay," Jamie puts her bag down on the bed we will share and walks over to the door. "I don't want to intrude. We don't need the whole room! We won't do anything,"

Personally, I hope he would stay. I don't want to be left alone with her.

"No, It's cool, really. I can just sleep on the couch, it's no big deal" He shrugs and the rest of the conversation was brief but full of 'I'm sorry's and 'don't be's.

The time it took her to close the door behind him, lock it and meet me back at the bed, I was completely convinced that I was insane. Certifiable even.

I'm trying to figure out my next words and she strips from her light sweater and the fabric falls to the floor. I knew what she wanted, just by the look in her eyes. Me. It's been four days since I've touched her, felt her, or even kissed her but the only thing I can think about right now is getting out of this fucking room. It took her twenty steps to make it back to me, so ten for me possibly to get to the door.

With one large stride, I start at the door but she detours stopping me in my tracks. "Where are you going?" She bites her lip.

Her curls are gone and replaced with straight strands of black hair. Her skin is cold to my touch and I close my eyes thinking maybe it'll feel better if I don't see what's happening right now. She's kneeling, one hand behind my thigh and the other at the rim of my shorts. Her hot breath on me, seeping through my gym shorts. My weakness and I stand at attention. Only one girl knows that about me.

"I missed you," Her whisper is raspy and her fingers glide up my shirt. "So much!" She smiles up at me, keeping her eyes on mine. Her eyebrows shield her eyes in the creepiest way and I look up at the ceiling to distract myself from the thought. With me in her mouth, I close my eyes to picture Jamie.

Unwanted visions of the past come back full circle and I can't turn it off.

Her words to me that night at the party, the night she died, comes to mind constantly.

"Meet me, tonight. When this is over. We need to talk"

What did she want? What did she want to talk about? It took me years to get over that tormenting question and now here I am. Letting it burden me all over again.

Every Christmas vacation in middle and high school was spent with the Danky's. Cooped up with other teenagers for a week while our fathers drank whiskey and Gin every night, you are bound to get into a little trouble and we had our fair share. Late nights in her room, on the boat, in my father's truck. We spent every moment alone that we could without our parents' supervision.

At first, I was just the boy she paid to eat her veggies at dinner. The boy that was just losing my virginity to a shy girl, hiding behind her glasses. But after that first Christmas, she changed. The next time I saw her she was wearing skinny jeans and crop tops. Her breasts were larger and I was having trouble controlling my thoughts at the time so my excitement for her new body was pretty evident.

I'd like to think that I do pretty well now, controlling my thoughts and shit. Considering, she's had me in her mouth for the past five minutes, swirling and pushing me back to her gullet and I haven't even come close.

She kisses every inch of my chest leaving her lip prints on my skin as she came back to meet my face. After my shirt is lifted, she tries to push me to the mattress and I let myself fall balancing my weight on my elbows. She goes to the window and opens the huge curtains that hide an outstanding view of the sunset.

The room light is off but a small yellow light sits beside the bed. Her silhouette dances in front of me and her head twirls around with her arms free out to her sides, she spins around getting lost in herself, right in front of me. She giggles for a moment. "You like what you see?"

I don't answer. I don't know what to say.

She strips from her clothes. After her shirt falls to the floor, her jeans followed. Sliding her panties down her ankles she smiles at me, and her bra only supported by her arm, she steps closer. Further into the light, revealing her body to me.

"What about now?" She licks her lips.

Her eyes meet my manhood.

"What's wrong, baby?" She rests her hands on my knees with a slight frown.

"You look... different," I admit and her chuckle surprises me.

"I straightened my hair, Ryan. I don't look that different," She crawls to straddle my hips, twirling the long strands of hair in her fingers. Her lust filled eyes meet mine and I wish we had the same desire. Her nipples are hard and dry. Cold too, but she smashes my palms right into them anyway. "Touch me, baby"

So I do. I close my eyes to get through it and to not focus on her pale blue skin, but to use my other senses. Maybe I can imagine that it's Jamie.

"Say my name," She instructs as I run my hands down her waist then down to her thighs.

"What?" I question but my eyes are still shut. Never have been submissive, I take charge. Not the other way around.

"SAY. MY. NAME!" Her mouth bawled tight as the words leave her lips. And I open my eyes, only to see her face right above mine. Eye to eye. Nose to Nose. "SAY IT!" She commands.

"Jamie!" I mumble hoping that was the right answer, I shut my eyes again.

"Don't play with me, Spencer..."

She's not smiling anymore. She speaks so close to my lips that I think it's safe to say we kissed. "SAY MY NAME!" She orders this time in full on rage. The entire house must have heard.

"Ana," I say aloud and she giggles on my mouth as she slides her tongue across my bottom lip.

"That's my boy," She inhales my air, attempting to slide me inside her.

"OH RYYYAAAN!" Vivian sings at the door playfully. She giggles her annoying giggle and I toss her body off of me. Thanks, Viv. "Your night on the stove and we're getting kinda hungry,"

"Oh come on!" Ana groans in disappointment. "I haven't had an orgasm in ten years," She jokes and I let out a chuckle too.

What the hell is going on here? I almost kinda just had sex with a dead girl living in my girlfriend's body. I started to feel a whole lot more crazy when we got downstairs and no one else saw what I was seeing. No one else saw Ana. Not Jef, Tasha, Richard or Viv. They all just introduced themselves to my girlfriend, and I was envious. I wanted to see Jamie too.

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❗A/N:❗

Hey guys! 😊

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, don't forget to vote for it. ✔

Just wanted to give you guys a heads up about the characters and the Ana/Jamie situation. Ryan refers to Jamie as Ana because that's who he sees. Everyone else refers to her as Jamie because that's who they see. That's just the way I've chosen to write the story.

Anywho, Thanks for reading.

Love❤,

A.