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Garrett,” Logan said when Sam broke the kiss. “Come over here and let us take care of you.”
    Garrett didn’t mean to move but he did. Sam’s cock twitched against Logan’s hip.
    “Hold on, big boy.” Logan patted Sam on the cock, a quick love pat as he rubbed his rear against him.
    “I’ll show you, big boy,” Sam hissed as the tip of his cock disappeared in between Logan’s ass cheeks, just enough to let Garrett know he decided to take the plunge and bury his cock deep into the walls of his lover.
    “Wait.” Garrett stared at the dresser, at the woman who didn’t exist, yet truly stood out in the room now. Her arms reached for him and he wanted to go to her. He wanted to wrap her tight against his Dancing With Darcy
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    body and save her, save her from the world where she existed now, and the one she’d somewhat left behind. He couldn’t do it because she made it impossible. Floating to the ceiling, he watched as she spread her arms out from above, like she used her arms to paddle back and forth in a drifting motion across the room.
    With a gasp, Logan stared in disbelief. “Holy shit.”
    Garrett swallowed hard as he watched her raise her pale-white gown. She seemingly allowed them to strip it away from her as Logan and Sam continued to touch one another.
    Sam didn’t act impressed with another Darcy appearance. Then again, Sam rarely noticed a woman’s body. Comfortable in his sexuality, Darcy’s friendship with Sam began early in their lives.
    Seeing Darcy nude wasn’t anything great or life-changing for him. At one time, Darcy used to comment on Sam’s size. She once said he zipped up a ‘massive cock’ and Garrett always suspected Sam and Darcy of some early experimentation. He never asked questions.
    Sam finally grasped the full concept of a ghost among them, and cursed under his breath. “Damn it all. She wants to control this situation too.” Mumbling, he stared at her. “Damn it, Darcy. Go rest in peace. Lord knows I’m not going to have any until you do.”
    “Thought you didn’t believe in ghosts,” Garrett said.
    “I don’t,” Sam said.
    He did now. His expression said it all as Darcy smiled at Sam and he fought back the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
    Logan watched her weightless body float around them, opening her arms and then closing them again, flashing a smile worth more than words.
    “Darcy, you want us to take care of him, don’t you, sweetie?”
    Logan asked Darcy the question she already answered, if actions spoke out louder than words.
    “I’ll take good care of him.” Sam gritted his teeth then snarled as he pumped his cock into his hand again. “But first, somebody is gonna have to take care of me.”

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    Addison Avery
    Darcy moved back to the dresser. She took her seat on top of it once more and crossed her legs as she waited, watched, expected.
    Damn her for being a ghost in the first place.
    Logan rolled over on his back and drew Sam in for a quick kiss. “I have an idea.”
    “I hope so because I need a cold shower.”
    Logan’s lips pursed and he rolled his eyes upward before he lowered his voice. “He wants to fuck us, just not in front of, you know who.” He dropped his voice an octave and extended his thumb in the direction of the dresser, where Darcy sat twirling her thin locks.
    Rolling her eyes as dramatically as she typically did when she walked among the living, she hopped down from the dresser and marched over to the bed and plopped down. Lying on her back, she giggled as she waved her hand in front of Logan.
    “Okay, that’s it. You’re a nuisance of a ghost,” Logan turned his back to her.
    Sam studied her, gave her the attention she desired. “Yeah, she is.” He rubbed his two-day old beard. “But we always had a pending agreement, didn’t we, Darce?” Her eyes narrowed, while his danced with amusement.
    “Oh tell all. I can’t wait.” Logan’s flamboyant ways took hold and he rolled over on his belly to watch