Chapter 17 Ghost from the grave
Isabella
The jungle heat pressed down like a lover's weight, thick and unrelenting, as we huddled in the overgrown safehouse Javier's contacts had secured a ramshackle hut deep in the Yucatán, miles from the coast where our boat had washed ashore after the convoy hijack. The air hummed with cicadas and the distant rumble of cartel trucks patrolling the roads, but inside, the only sounds were our ragged breaths and the slick, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. I'd demanded another threesome the moment we arrived, stripping bare on the creaky cot, my body a battlefield of bruises from the raid and cum from their cocks. Richard and Javier, my unlikely triad, had obliged without question, their rivalry now a honed weapon fucking me harder, deeper, as if each thrust could ward off the Falcons' hounds. But even as I came undone between them, my pussy clenching around Richard's thick girth while Javier's long shaft stretched my ass, a shadow lingered in my mind. V5's texts had gone silent, but Luis's last whisper echoed: Ramon's son hunts personally. For the girl. And a ghost from the north.
I shattered for the fourth time that night, my screams muffled against Richard's chest as their cum flooded me in unison hot, claiming spurts that leaked down my thighs. "Fuck, Isabella," Richard groaned, his cock pulsing deep in my pussy, his hands bruising my hips. "Your wet hole milks us like it never wants to let go. Daddy's filling you full, take every drop."
Javier pulled out of my ass with a wet pop, his length glistening as he stroked the last ropes onto my back. "She's gripping tighter for my curve, gringo. Feel how she quivers? Prueba de que soy ." His Spanish taunt proof he's better drew a growl from Richard, but I laughed breathlessly, rolling onto my side, cum pooling beneath me.
"Both," I panted, reaching for their softening cocks, stroking them lazily. "Your rivalry makes me so wet. But save it for the cartel. Ramon's son— what's his name again, Javier?"
Javier collapsed beside me, his tattooed arm pulling me close, his fingers dipping into the mess between my legs. "Diego. Young, vicious. Thinks you're the key to his father's fortune those accounts you unlocked. Luis says he's got a mole in the village nearby. We move at dawn."
Richard spooned from behind, his thick cock nestling against my ass, already twitching. "Mole? We'll poison the well. Like old times." His hand joined Javier's, their fingers battling inside my pussy Richard's rough thrusts, Javier's teasing curls making me moan anew. "But first, one more round. Bend over, baby. Let Daddy reclaim that ass."
I arched, complying, my body still humming. Javier fed me his cock, salty with cum, as Richard entered my ass, slow and possessive. "Mine," Richard grunted, spanking me. "This tight hole clenches for girth."
Javier thrust into my mouth. "Her throat's wet for length. Swallow deeper, princesa."
We built to frenzy again, conversations fracturing into moaning plans for Diego's villa, escape routes south. I came choking on Javier, ass milking Richard, their loads painting me inside and out. Exhausted, we slept tangled, cocks soft against me, dreams haunted by ghosts.
Dawn broke humid and gray, the jungle alive with bird calls as we packed guns, cash from the convoy, the last antifreeze vial tucked in my bra. Javier's truck waited, Luis at the wheel, eyes darting. "Diego's men hit the coast last night. The boat's gone. And... word from the village. A woman—blonde, American asking questions. About you, Isabella."
My blood chilled, but my pussy traitor throbbed at the edge of danger. Blonde? "Tourist," I dismissed, climbing in beside Richard, his hand immediately on my thigh, fingers inching higher.
Luis shook his head, accelerating into the undergrowth. "No. Scar on her neck. From a needle? She says she's Emily Hargrove. Your man's PA. Thought she was dead."
The world tilted. Emily. The slutty PA, the one I'd poisoned and buried with Richard's help, her body torched in the woods back home. We'd fucked beside her cooling corpse, his cock in my pussy as she faded. Dead. But now... alive? My hand flew to my throat, memories flooding: the sedative needle, her collapse, but no pulse check. We assumed. "Impossible," I whispered, but doubt clawed in.
Richard's face paled, his fingers freezing on my thigh. "Emily? She... she couldn't. We dosed her heavily."
Javier glanced back, smirking. "Ghosts rise in cartel land. If she's here, she's playing both sides. Or Diego's bait."
The drive blurred jungle paths, checkpoints dodged. But my mind raced, jealousy twisting with fear. Emily curvy, blonde, the one who'd sucked Richard's cock under his desk, sent nudes that made me poison Mom. If she lived, she knew everything: the affairs, the antifreeze, our midnight rituals. And now, in Mexico, with the cartel? Revenge? Or reunion with Richard?
We ditched the truck at a river crossing, hiking the last miles to a safe village, adobe huts, market stalls reeking of spices and fish. Luis vanished into the crowd for intel, leaving us in a shadowed cantina, mezcal burning my throat as I grilled Richard. "Tell me you didn't know," I hissed, my foot sliding up his crotch under the table, feeling his cock stir despite the tension. "That she's alive. That you planned this."
He grabbed my ankle, eyes fierce. "Isabella, no. We buried her. Fucked on her I'd never..." His voice dropped, hand squeezing my thigh. "But if she survived... god, baby, your pussy got so wet that night. Remember? Thinking about her gone."
I bit my lip, heat flooding me despite the rage. "Shut up. If she's here, she's coming for you. For us." My foot pressed harder, rubbing his growing erection through his pants. "Prove you're mine. Fuck me quick in the alley. While we wait."
His eyes darkened, lust overriding caution. "Naughty girl. Always wet for Daddy, even now." He pulled me outside, into the narrow alley behind the cantina stone walls closing in, the distant hum of the market masking our gasps. He spun me against the wall, hiking my skirt, yanking my panties aside. His thick cock freed, he thrust in deep, filling my pussy with one brutal stroke. "Feel that? All yours. Emily was nothing loose, desperate. You? Tight, dripping perfection."
I moaned, legs wrapping around him, nails digging into his shoulders. "Liar. You fucked her last before I stabbed her with the needle. Her mouth on your cock." Jealousy made me clench harder, grinding down. "Tell me you'd kill her again. For me."
"Yes," he grunted, pounding relentlessly, the wall scraping my back. "Poison her tea, watch her choke. Then fuck you beside her your wet pussy owning me." His hand slipped between us, thumb on my clit, circling fast.
I came hard, biting his neck to muffle my scream, pussy pulsing around him. "Cum inside mark me before she does."
He did, groaning low, hot spurts flooding me as he collapsed against me. We panted, sticky and spent, but Luis burst in then, face ashen. "She's here. In the market. Blonde, armed. Asking for 'the gringo who killed her' that's you, Richard. And the girl who poisoned you."
Panic spiked, but so did adrenaline. "Where?" I demanded, straightening my skirt, cum trickling down my thigh.
"Stall 12—spices. Goons with her. Diego's colors."
We moved as one Richard's gun in hand, Javier's knife glinting. The market buzzed: vendors hawking chilies, tourists bartering. Then I saw Emily, alive, her blonde hair tied back, a jagged scar peeking from her collar where the needle had grazed. Curvier than I remembered, eyes harder, flanked by two cartel thugs in Falcons tattoos. She scanned the crowd, lips curled in a smirk that said revenge tasted sweet.
Our eyes met across the stalls. Hers widened recognition, hatred, triumph. "Isabella," she called, voice cutting through the din. "Bitch. You thought a little prick would kill me? Woke up buried, clawed out. And now... you're fucking my man in cartel hell?"
Richard froze beside me, cock still half-hard in his pants from our alley quickie. "Emily? How—"
"Shut up, Richard," she snapped, stepping closer, goons drawing. "You dosed me for her? After I sucked your cock under the desk, let you fuck my pussy in the office? I survived for this." She gestured to the thugs. "Diego's got the full story. Your poisons, the bodies. Mom's money. Hand over the codes, or we gut you both."
Jealousy roared—my man? I lunged, but Javier held me back, knife ready. "She's bait," he whispered. "Diego's watching."
Emily laughed, sauntering nearer, her dress hugging curves that made my blood boil. "And you college slut. Thought you'd steal him? I know about your midnight creeps, your wet pussy begging 'Daddy.' Pathetic." Her eyes flicked to Richard's crotch, smirking. "Bet he's hard now, seeing me alive."
He was a traitor cock twitching. I shoved Javier off, closing the gap. "You died, bitch. We fucked on your corpse his thick cock in me while you cooled. You're the ghost."
Her face twisted, but lust flickered dark, shared. "Liar. But I'd watch. Join, even. For old times." She glanced at her goons. "Take them."
Chaos erupted, shots fired, market scattering. Javier knifed one thug, Richard tackled the other. I grabbed Emily, slamming her against a stall, our bodies pressing close, breaths mingling. "Codes are mine," I hissed, knee between her legs, feeling her heat. "But you... I should finish what I started."
She bucked, but moaned arousal? "Try it. Your pussy's always wet for drama. Like when you watched me suck him."
Rage and heat collided; I kissed her hard, biting, tasting tequila and hate. She responded, tongue battling, hand yanking my hair. "Slut," she gasped against my lips.
Richard pulled me off. "Isabella gun!"
We fled, Emily's laughter chasing: "Diego's coming! And I'll ride your Daddy first!"
Hidden in the jungle underbrush, hearts pounding, Richard's hand found my pussy wet, impossibly. "Fuck, baby. You kissed her?"
"Jealous?" I taunted, stroking his cock through his pants. "Hard again?"
"Yes," he admitted, freeing himself, bending me over a log. "Watching you fight... makes me want to fuck you raw." He thrust in, thick and urgent, pounding as Javier watched, stroking himself.
Javier joined, his long cock at my mouth. "Share the ghost's fire."
I sucked him deep, Richard slamming my pussy. "Emily alive threat," I mumbled around Javier. "But hot. Imagine her watching."
They groaned, thrusting harder. "Twisted," Richard grunted. "Cum for Daddy, forget her."
I did, shattering, their cum filling mouth and pussy.
But Emily's return twisted everything.