Page 9 of Haunting Salem

“This time, yes,” Kael hissed. He wrapped his arms around me as he pounded into me in at such a desperate pace.

I couldn’t think or talk. Kael covered my mouth with his palm because he knew when he got this way, I was a screamer. Maybe it was the kinetic energy of him being a ghost or some other mind-fuck kink I had, but when Kael was unhinged my body wasn’t my own anymore. A current of static ran through my body and settled deep within my pussy creating this crackling of power I couldn’t control.

The constant sounds Kael made as he buried his face in my neck only added to the arousal and pleasure swamping me. And, when he snapped, we both shattered, leaving me a quaking, quivering mess. I sucked in a lungful of air when Kael removed his hand from my mouth and shivered. Maybe I’d like it if he was a little jealous at least. It made for some interesting events.

He chuckled behind me. “Even though I physically can’t orgasm, whenever I am with you, I feel like I can and do. And, for that split second, I’m alive again.”

Ditto. It shouldn’t be possible, but here we were, tangled together in the bed I shared with Nolan, trembling from the mind-altering orgasm, that like he said, shouldn’t be real. “Same.” I listened for Nolan and cuddled back against Kael when I heard the water still running. “What if I said I wanted to add another guy to our group.”

“Ah, that question.” Kael pressed his lips to my shoulder. “I was here when you were talking to Nolan. I think it’s up to you and you alone. Remember, I’m dead. Not like I can say no.”

I frowned. “You can always say no.”

“That’s what I love about you, Simone. You treat me like I’m still alive.” He sighed. “It’s Owen, isn’t it?”

“Certainly isn’t Gaspar. Bad enough the freaky asshole is death.” I shivered. “And, in all honesty, Ember is too... Nice.”

Kael laughed again. “Which leaves, Owen or Lucy. Oh, is it the freak? Tell me.” He practically squealed in anticipation.

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t think you liked Lucy. You haven’t made yourself known to her yet. I figured you showed yourself to Owen, Nolan, and Jack because you were cool with them.”

“She’s... Off.” Kael sat up in bed drawing me to his side. “I can’t put my finger on what troubles me more about her.”

“Oh? It’s more than one thing?” I quirked a brow.

"Well, it's a tight race between her obsession with the occult and her obsession with you." He glanced down at me. "She worships you. I mean, we all do, but hers, if not handled properly, could become more of a stalker than as a friend and business partner type thing."

He had a point. "Okay, say no more." Lucy, though extremely good at her job, ran hot and cold. I think I turned more of a blind eye to her fascination with the occult because I too had a degree in the subject, but I used mine for research and along with my parapsychology degree. The preoccupation with me, I thought of more like a kindred thing. We both had experiences and we were both after the same goals. "I'll take care of it."

“As for Owen,” Kael said. “The kid is smart. He’s a little young, but sometimes being young isn’t a bad thing. He appears generally interested in this project and bonus points for not freaking out when he saw me for the first time.”

“Who didn’t freak out when they saw you?” Nolan stepped back into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Owen,” Kael answered. “I’d ask how it’s hanging, but...”

Nolan chuckled. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”

"Nope." Kael held me closer. "Heard its movie night. Figured I'd stick around. Maybe join in tonight."

I glanced from Nolan to Kael. “Uh...”

Nolan snickered as he grabbed his clothes from where he dropped them then headed back to the bathroom. “You should. Might be an interesting night for us.”

“Ooo, mystery and intrigue,” Kael said. “Count me in.”

The connecting door opened at the same moment Nolan closed the bathroom door, and Lucy rushed in. Her cheeks were flushed. Her breath came in soft pants, like she'd ran to the room. A second later, Owen and Jack stood there. Anger burned through my veins along with a heady dose of embarrassment.

"Who's this?" Lucy pointed to Kael, who stayed in his corporeal form.

Owen opened his mouth to answer, but I gave him a stern look. Kael was on to something. Lucy knew better than to just enter my room or any of our rooms for that matter. She wouldn’t like it if we did that to her. I glanced at Jack who gave me an apologetic look. He was just as much out of breath as Owen and Lucy were. They must have tried to stop her.

“I’m Chris,” Kael lied. The silky fib slid off his tongue with ease. “A friend of Simone’s from California. “You are?”

Lucy grinned. “Lucy. Her assistant.” The water in the bathroom came on and her gaze snapped to the closed door. “Who’s in the bathroom?”

Kael chuckled. The dark sound wrapped around me. The look on his face, however, demanded Lucy read the room. "A friend of Simone's as well. So, if you'll excuse us..." He went to slide out of bed.

"That's our cue to give them some room," Jack said. The flare of desire in his steely gray eyes captured my attention. "We'll see you for dinner then?"

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