Feeling Love beyond Death
By Ava Wixx
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Who can Sam trust when she can’t trust her own mind?
Samantha Bevans is having the best sex of her life ... but it’s not with her husband. Fortunately for her marriage, the affair is all in her mind. Or is it? As an empath, Sam senses other people’s emotions, and her connection to the beautiful man with the haunting eyes seems so real.
However, Sam has no time for her own emotional baggage with a serial killer loose in Pittsburgh. The killer is targeting dancers at a strip club where she used to bartend, back when drugs were the only cure for the torment her abilities caused. Now, as a member of a special task force, Sam uses her talents to sense the victims’ final memories. Just when she thought the case was complex enough, she discovers one of the victims saw her fantasy man before she died.
With each new revelation, Sam spirals more out of control. Death emotions call to her, wanting to share their secrets, but when she finally discovers the truth, will Sam have lost herself completely? Or will she figure out who she was all along?
Ava Wixx
Ava Wixx escaped into books at a young age and decided to stay there. It was only a matter of time before she was driven to create her own fantasy worlds from fear of running out of places to explore. Reader, writer, dreamer ... Ava only toils in reality when absolutely necessary. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, and spoiled mini-poodle.
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Feeling Love beyond Death - Ava Wixx
Chapter 1
PART 1: PRESENT DAY - 2013
I ’m having an affair.
Dr. Gray shifted forward, her worn leather chair creaking, and her auburn curls bouncing around her face.
Well, not in reality, just in my mind.
Completely unbidden, the all-consuming azure gaze of my dream man skidded across my brain, elevating my heart rate. And it’s the best sex I’ve ever had.
I nibbled on my bottom lip, a flash of his hand around my throat as he licked—
I shook my head, dislodging the image.
Mmm hmm.
Dr. Gray nodded as she relaxed back into the cradle of her chair. Her brown eyes darted towards her notepad, and her freckled cheeks hollowed out as she pursed her lips. After another few moments of silence, she said, You told me you were getting better at blocking out unwanted emotions. You specifically—
I am,
I snapped.
I should have known she’d react this way. Of course she would think it was my old problem rearing its ugly head. It was a constant uphill battle being an empath, trying to keep any unwanted emotions out and separate from my own. There was a time when I’d almost lost myself—quite literally.
This is different.
I met her gaze steadily, silently challenging her to disagree with me.
Oh?
Dr. Gray raised her perfectly groomed eyebrows. Do explain then.
I knew she was patronizing me. I could feel it. The urge to shake her nearly overwhelmed me. I wanted to remind her that she couldn’t hide her emotions from me. Or maybe she wasn’t trying to? Perhaps she wanted me to know.
Digging my nails into my jean-clad thighs, I forced myself to remain seated. Yeah, well, I’ve changed my mind and don’t want to talk about it anymore.
I flicked my gaze to the window, the outside world a blur behind my haze of annoyance.
I’m sorry, Samantha.
Dr. Gray’s voice washed over me in a soothing tone. I didn’t mean to offend you, but you have to be aware of how it sounds to me.
I guess.
Sagging, I crossed my arms over my chest. It just feels different, okay? I’m not really sure what it is—what’s causing these dreams and waking fantasies—but I know they’re mine.
He’s mine.
I shuddered at my mind’s declaration of ownership because it felt right. Whoever he was—real or fictional—he was all mine, and every fiber of my being knew it.
Are you having problems in your marriage? Perhaps that is the root of the problem. Or it could be …
Closing her notepad, she exhaled. I’m sorry, Samantha. What I’m trying to say is that I have patients who aren’t gifted like you are, and they’ve suffered from an imagined affair similar to what you’re describing due to issues in their relationship. Their fantasy lover, for lack of a better term, fulfilled things for them that they weren’t getting at home. Is it possible that the problem lies with you and Nixon?
Or maybe the problem just lies with me,
I mumbled.
Because Nixon was perfect. Since day one with him, we’d shared a special kind of connection. If not for him, who knew where I’d be now? Certainly not working for the government as part of a special ops team that handled cases no one else could. Nixon had already been part of the team when he found me. He was the one who brought me to the agency that helped me learn how to focus my abilities. He was the one who picked up the pieces of my shattered life and built a new one with me. He was my rock—my everything—and I was currently cheating on him. It didn’t matter if it was just in my mind, the guilt was still very real.
I thought you’d moved past your feelings of being inadequate when it came to Nixon. Things were going so well for you—
And things have changed!
I hissed, jerking upright. Or maybe I was just lying to myself before, pretending that anything in my life could ever be normal. Maybe I’m just not meant to have a happily-ever-after. Maybe this whole imaginary affair is me sabotaging my relationship with Nixon any way I can.
A-ha!
Dr. Gray exclaimed. And there we have it. I think that’s exactly what you’re doing.
Beeps erupted from a timer sitting on her desk, signaling the end of our session. She reached over and silenced the alarm. I think that’s a good place to stop for now. Next time, I want to continue talking about why you might want to sabotage your relationship with Nixon. Think about what may have triggered your old feelings of inadequacy, and by all means do not discuss this with Nixon … just yet anyhow. You’ll only hurt him.
Aren’t doctors like you supposed to encourage open and honest communication in relationships?
I knew some of the things Dr. Gray advised me to do weren’t normal, but I was a special case with special needs. She was brought in as one of the experts in her field to help me when I had been at rock bottom. Admittedly, Dr. Gray helped me a lot in the past, and just like with Nixon, I didn’t want to know where I would be without her. But just like with everything lately, things felt different.
Dr. Gray’s peach-glossed mouth twisted down into a frown. I’ll see you next week, Samantha.
Apparently, she doesn’t want to dispute her methods with me … again.
Yep, next week. Same Bat Time, same Bat Channel,
I replied, gathering up my things, and heading for the door.
Submerging myself up to my neck in the bathtub, I sighed loudly, the warm water and soft bubbles sliding blissfully over my aching skin. I leaned my head back against the small bath pillow, closing my eyes. Encased in silence, except for the occasional drip of the faucet and the almost inaudible popping of bubbles, I breathed in and out deeply, the faint scent of lavender and vanilla curling around me. I attempted to relax my mind, to think of nothing so all my stress would melt away into the void. But somewhere in that void lurked the image of the very man who was causing my volatile emotions.
And I don’t even know his name.
My hands ran lightly over my slick skin as I tried not to think of his vivid blue eyes fringed by long, inky lashes. I tried not to think of his strong, chiseled features that were framed by slightly wavy, nearly black hair. Or his lips …
Mmm … yes. His lips would be soft, full, and supple, with just the right amount of give to—
Suddenly, I found myself locked in a full-blown fantasy with my fictional lover.
He slid into the bathtub to join me, his lithely muscled chest glistening in the dim candle lighting. My gaze ravenously devoured each dip and swell of his body, everything about him utter perfection.
But how can that be? No one is perfect, not really. Then again, he was a fantasy …
Leaning forward, he captured my lips with his, stealing my breath as his tongue pushed in to dominate my mouth. He pulled scant inches away to lock gazes with me, his eyes glittering with the knowledge of how much I wanted him.
After abruptly yanking me from the tub, he turned me against the wall, where I braced myself with both hands. He pressed himself firmly against me, his breath cool on the side of my neck after the warm water.
You like it when I take control, don’t you, my good Sammy girl?
I couldn’t respond with anything more than a moan.
Positioning himself at my entrance, he nudged ever so gently, causing goose bumps to erupt across my flesh and my body to quiver with need. I’d never been able to let go sexually with anyone like I could with him. Whatever he wanted, I would willingly give him with a smile.
Too bad none of it’s real.
That’s what I thought,
he said gruffly.
Barely a heartbeat later, he plunged into me, pinning me fully against the wall. He moved in and out of me slowly at first, his large, callused hands sliding up to grip my wrists tightly.
I love you, Austin,
I rasped as his pace became harsher, brutal, skating the line between pleasure and pain.
He chuckled close to my ear. You’re supposed to wait until after I make you come to say that.
A soft knock was the only warning I got before the bathroom door swung open. Flustered, I whipped my hand from between my thighs and tried to appear nonchalant as my husband stepped into the small—suddenly much too small—room. When I met his deep brown, amused eyes, a wave of guilt crashed over me, and I sucked in a few ragged breaths.
What’s with the face?
he asked.
What face?
My heart quadrupled in time. Shit. Shit. Shit. He knows just by looking at me.
Nixon laughed. Oh, come on, babe, I know what you were doing. Why the sudden shyness?
Because I was just touching myself while having a very, very real fantasy about another man. A man I have now named. A man I told that I loved while he took me roughly from behind.
You startled me is all,
I croaked, my cheeks heating. It was almost as if Nixon had actually walked in on me with another man. And yet a small part of me wanted to ask him to leave so that my fantasy lover and I could be alone to finish up.
How screwed up am I?
Want some company?
Nixon didn’t wait for my response to begin stripping off his clothes. Of course he’d take it as a given that I’d welcome him when I was feeling frisky. I never would have turned him away in the past. But that was before Austin. God, I can’t believe I’ve named him.
Nixon reached for me as he sank into the tub. Hey, babe, come here.
I need a minute … to um …
Stop thinking about Austin. But, of course, I couldn’t say that. You just startled me, like I said, and I need to take a minute.
His lower lip jutted out in a faux pout. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Here.
He snagged my foot and began to masterfully massage it. This should help you relax.
Groaning in pleasure, I let my head fall back against the bath pillow, my eyes sliding shut. My thoughts swirled around my interrupted fantasy, and as I replayed it briefly in my mind, I got worked up again. Obviously reading my body language, Nixon rose to his knees and lifted me so he could slide between my thighs.
My eyes fluttered open as I gripped the sides of the tub. Disappointment rocked my system when I took in dark brown hair instead of nearly black, brown eyes instead of blue, bronzed skin instead of pale flesh. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pictured Austin in my husband’s place as Nixon began to make love to me.
What is wrong with me?
The worst part was that I knew my fantasies weren’t brought on by my empath abilities. No, because if that was the case, then all of it would have stopped the instant I was with Nixon since he was a void. Normally, I enjoyed knowing I was grounded and safe since what I felt with my husband was always completely me. And all of that changed in an instant. Now I knew my feelings for some unknown or fictional man were completely mine.
Attempting to clear my mind, I focused on the sensation of Nixon moving in and out of me languidly, his pelvis swiveling expertly against my clit with each downward stroke.
No! I don’t want this! I don’t want languid lovemaking! I want all consuming and rough! I want Austin!
No, stop! What am I thinking? Nixon is the man I love, not some fantasy guy named Austin. I need to stop sabotaging myself.
Fuck me,
I whispered, my eyes still squeezed shut. Please, Nixon, fuck me hard.
Let me lose myself in you so I can forget about him.
Not needing any other encouragement, Nixon shifted to find a better angle and began to pound into me. Gripping the edges of the tub tighter, water sloshed over the sides, and my moans mixed with Nixon’s grunts echoed off the walls of the bathroom.
Teetering on the edge, my muscles coiled tight, I rushed eagerly towards release, but wasn’t quite able to get there. Nixon was close, his muscles bunched with the extra effort of holding himself off until I came—if I could come.
Finally, in equal parts desperation and frustration, I did exactly what I’d been trying to avoid. I pictured Austin buried deep inside of me instead of Nixon. And for my treachery, I was rewarded with a mind-blowing orgasm.
Shit. What did I do?
I’d pictured someone other than my husband to get off. And not just for help like a normal fantasy, no. It was as if I were wishing Nixon would actually become Austin. I’d wanted it so desperately that it was as if I almost willed it into reality.
I need to move up my appointment with Dr. Gray because my marriage is in more trouble than I originally thought.
Chapter 2
I s something bothering you, Sam?
Nixon’s gaze met mine, a deep furrow marring his brow.
My eyebrows lifted. You mean besides the dead body lying in front of us?
I pushed away the lingering guilt from our sex session the previous night. We were on a job, and I had no time for personal issues while I was working a case.
Completely unsatisfied with my answer, Nixon studied my face intently. We’ll talk later?
Yes,
I snapped. Now get out of here so I can do my thing. I can’t sense anything with you and your void powers standing so close to me.
He nodded, reluctantly making his way across the field. I knew the instant his void powers were rendered useless by distance. I gasped as the emotions of the murder scene slammed into me, the intensity familiar and yet unique like each death imprint I stepped into.
I hated it. All of it. But I had the power to do what no one else could. I felt the victim’s last emotions before they died. My skills were obviously invaluable.
Surprised … she was surprised,
I whispered.
I knew Trixie was standing close by, recording everything I said. I tended to forget when asked to recall scenes when not on sight. She never thought he’d find out. His anger is too much. She loves him. She hates that he still loves that bitch even though he thinks the bitch is dead. That bitch never deserved his love. He’s too good for her. Why can’t he see, that unlike the bitch, she would worship the ground he walked on, do anything for him? Hell, she did. And yet he’s killing her. He doesn’t mean it. She knows that. She still loves him anyways. He can’t control his gift. He’s so angry she stole the bitch from him. So angry. Can’t see anymore. Hate. She feels such hate for …
An image of myself flashed before me, but my hair was shorter, and I was different somehow. I turned and smiled up into the face of the man who’d been starring in all of my fantasies lately.
Austin,
I heard myself say before I could prevent it.
I’m going crazy. That’s what this is.
Despite the jarring image, I didn’t lose my grip on the victim’s emotions. I need to finish my job. She wishes the bitch really was dead. She hates her so much … his Sammy girl.
Gasping, I pulled myself out of her emotions, my mind reeling.
The shock of that term of endearment—the one that Austin used in my fantasy just last night—was too much for me to handle. Something’s wrong, all wrong. I stared at the lifeless woman lying at my feet. She was beautiful, even in death. Her long, fiery red hair fanned out around her like a pool of blood cradling her pale face. And yet there was no actual blood to be seen. She looked like she was sleeping, no obvious signs of trauma.
What killed her?
I turned to Trixie, who was eyeing me speculatively from a few steps away. I felt the worry in her for me, the lines of it etched into her otherwise smooth, brown skin. How’d she die?
I croaked.
Trixie’s dark bob swung back and forth as she continued to try and get a read on me. No idea yet. We’re going to need an autopsy. But—
But you think it’s going to match the MO of the others?
She scowled. Don’t. You know I hate when you pull on my emotions like that.
Sorry,
I muttered, not feeling sorry at all. But there was never this much left behind for me before.
Which was strange. This murder scene, on the other hand, was a whole different story.
You okay, babe?
Nixon asked. What’d you get?
I couldn’t meet his eyes. Trixie recorded it.
With Nixon’s presence, I could relax and stop concentrating to keep everyone’s emotions out; his gift of being a void did the blocking work for me. Maybe I rely on him too much. Perhaps he’s becoming a crutch.
He gently swiveled me around to look at him. Tell me what’s wrong. I don’t have to be an empath to read your emotions. They’re written all over your face, Sam.
For some reason, I had the instinctive urge to hide from him what I found at the crime scene. Was it more sabotage at work? Well, that was the problem with such things, you usually didn’t see it when it was you doing the self-sabotaging. I don’t think she gave us anything useful.
The art of lying without lying—I had perfected it years ago.
I slipped out of his grip, intent on seeking refuge in the car. Let’s head back, let the rest of the team do their job now. We can talk about this when everyone’s there.
Of course, I was just angling to get more time to think about what I was going to say to him.
Sam, no,
Nixon growled. We need to talk about this now. Something’s wrong.
I fought the urge to laugh. He had no idea how true his statement was. Something was very wrong. The problem for me was figuring out if it was all in my head, or something more sinister. Not now, Nixon,
I ground out between clenched teeth. Let’s focus on finding the killer, and not anything else, at least for now.
Nixon’s hand clamped down on my shoulder, spinning me back around to face him. His features were twisted in a combination of confusion and frustration. What else is wrong, Sam? You need to stop shutting me out.
I’m not shutting you out!
I shouted. Don’t do this, not here!
His cheeks flushed with anger. Why do you always try to make it seem like I’m the bad guy? I’m trying to help you. I need to know if you’re having problems with things again.
Blinking rapidly, I sputtered for a moment before I found my words. Fuck you, Nixon. Right now, I don’t have to make you out to be anything, especially the bad guy, because you are him—the bad guy!
I spun on my heels, stalking towards our car. How dare he say those things in front of our co-workers! How dare he embarrass me like that! They all knew what he was referring to when he implied I was having problems again.
No, Sam—wait!
Nixon called as he jogged after me.
When he caught up, I refused to look at him, keeping my head down as I sprinted for the car.
I didn’t mean to say it like that … I just … damnit, Sam!
He grabbed my hand but didn’t force me to stop. I halted and turned, just to humor him. Talk to me. Please.
He ran his hand through his thick, brown hair, gazing down at me with exasperation. I love you.
I bit the insides of my cheeks so hard I tasted the metallic tang of blood. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, too, but in that moment, it felt like a lie. So, I decided to go with an emotion I knew to be true. I’m sorry.
And I was. Nixon didn’t deserve the treatment I was giving him. He deserved better—so much better.
Come here.
He pulled me into his warm embrace.
I exhaled deeply, attempting to let his arms comfort me, but instead my muscles tensed. I found myself thinking about the image I’d pulled from the victim’s mind, the one of Austin and me. What does it mean? And why did everything suddenly feel so different between Nixon and me? Off. Wrong.
Sliding away from Nixon, I gave in to the urge to put some physical distance between us. Can we just go back to HQ? We’ll talk later. I promise.
And hopefully by that time, I’d have something better to say than the truth.
He sighed. "Yeah, okay. But we are going to talk about all of this."
Yeah, yeah,
I mumbled as I strode around to the passenger side of our car.
We rode the entire way back to HQ in silence. Nixon didn’t even bother to turn on the radio. He apparently enjoyed long, awkward silences all of a sudden. I just couldn’t manage to peel my mind away from images of Austin, both the ones I’d created in my mind, and the ones I’d picked up from the victim.
There’s more going on than my abilities running amuck. I know it.
Of course, I’d heard that the insane rarely knew that they were … well, actually insane. Maybe—finally—after all these years I was in the middle of a full-blown psychotic breakdown. If that was the case, I was lucky it’d taken me this long.
We’re here,
Nixon said gruffly. He unfolded his large body from the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him, not waiting for me.
Instead of scrambling after him, I decided to give myself a few minutes to try to collect myself. Leaning back in the smooth leather seat, I allowed my eyes to slide shut. In two, out two, in two, out two … clear your mind. Focus on me, Samantha Bevans. Feel only Samantha Bevans’ emotions …
I love you, my Sammy girl, like I never thought I’d be able to love anyone.
Austin’s low voice rumbled next to my left ear, and a flash of his intense blue eyes staring down at me played inside my mind. Let me go after him alone. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.
Springing up, I almost banged my head against the roof of the car. I gasped for air as I tried to process what just happened. It felt like a memory, but that was impossible. Someone else’s maybe, but not mine.
I scrambled out of the car, panic pushing me to sprint for the elevator. After a few too many seconds of waiting, I ran all six flights of stairs in another burst of panic. Arriving at the debriefing room sweaty and out of breath, I paused, leaning against the wall next to the door.
I need her off this case,
Nixon demanded. It’s too much. I don’t think—
It’s not your call,
David, the