We're going to settle this, Chris.

We're going to lie right here and fuck. I'm going to lift you right up out of that hole you're buried in on the spear of my cock, and you're going to start living again!"

"No… the bedroom…" she whimpered, feeling the stiffening length of his prick under her cheek, feeling the warmth of it come through his pants and ignite her body.

"Huh-uh," he said again. "Not there. I've got enough to overcome with you. I don't need ghosts, too."

"All right, Logan," she gasped, knowing what he meant, knowing that she had wanted it there so that Carl's memory would give her the strength to resist.

There was a groan from the corner of the room that startled her-like a groan from the past, a warning not to yield. Midnight lifted up and stretched and yawned grandly, his tongue curled into a loop, his teeth catching the light.

Then he circled and looked at them and thumped his tail against a table leg before collapsing to the floor again.

"Put him out, Logan," Chris whispered quickly.

Logan looked at the black dog and then back at the blonde at his waist. His prick throbbed heavily. He tangled his fingers into the yellow silk of her hair and tugged gently, hearing her gasp of passion. He licked his lips and moaned softly and then released her.

There would be time for that later…

Chris watched him go over to Midnight and call him towards the door. The dog wanted to sleep, but he got up and padded onto the porch at Logan's command.

Few men got along with Midnight. Or maybe it was the other way around. But Midnight liked Logan. She felt good inside about that. It was a good sign. It was something she could trust.

He came back towards her. The hump at his crotch was plain now. She looked at it and felt her pussy clambering for its first cock in three years.

She felt dizzy with the knowledge that she'd gone that long without fucking.