Page 43 of A Haunting at Keystone Manor

“Yeah,” he says with his face in my hair. I flex my fingers on his ass.

“Are you up for a little fun, or are you tired? Maybe we should go to bed and recharge.” Please say fun.

“Well,” he drawls, “what kind of fun did you have in mind?”

“The fun kind, where we take off our clothes.” I look up and waggle my eyebrows, drawing a laugh from him.

“Hmm, that does sound fun. Okay, take your clothes off, brat,” he commands in that husky voice of his, and my god, it’s so hot. I step back and pull off my shirt, giving him a second to enjoy the view before I unbutton my pants and let them fall around my ankles. I kick them off and stand before him in my boxers.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here Jake,” I say, trying to sound commanding and seductive. I don’t know if I pull it off quite like he does. “Take your clothes off, too. I want to see your sexy abs.”

As always, he’s slow to remove his clothes. I know it still makes him a little nervous, so I let him go at his own pace. He pulls his shirt off and lets it drop to the floor. His hand hovers over his jeans button, and I see the hesitation on his face.

“Remember you’re safe here,” I remind him and he nods. “Nothing happens without your permission. Do you want to stop?”

“No, I want this. I’m being silly, sorry. I always want this with you.” Before long, we’re both standing in our boxers. I run a hand down his stomach appreciatively.

“I’d kill for muscles like these,” I say absentmindedly. “You’re so freaking beautiful. I want you to use these to destroy me tonight, understand?” He nods.

“Perfect,” I say. “Take off those boxers. Gorgeous, and already hard for me.” I wrap a hand around him lightly and purr. “Still good?” He gives me another nod and hums as he runs a hand through my hair, looking relaxed again.

“Still good,” he says.

“Get on the bed, then. Sit up against the headboard, I’m going to ride you and when I’m too tired to hold myself up, you’re gonna show me what these muscles are good for.”

“Yes, sir,” he says as he gets on the bed and leans back. I climb on his lap, and his hands immediately settle on my ass, squeezing.

“I was a bad boy tonight, Jake, terrorizing all those guests. I think I need to be punished a little bit. Are you going to punish me?”

He growls and kisses me before saying, “So hard, brat. Change of plans.” He flips us and I land on my back with him hovering over me. “On your stomach. I’m going to fuck you hard and when I’m tired, you’re going to ride me and make me come. Understand?”

I lay there for a second, breathless. “That was so fucking hot.” I quickly turn over. “Give it to me, babe. Now!” I add, just to remind him again that I’m still the boss.

He swats my ass hard and I tilt my hips in invitation as he lubes his cock. He tosses the bottle of lube and swats me again before covering my body with his, chest flush against my back. His weight on me feels so good that I practically melt into the mattress. He threads his fingers through mine and holds my hands down beside my head as he enters me.

“Are you good?” he asks quietly into my ear before nipping it.

“Uh huh. Fuck me now, Jake. Please don’t tease me,” I beg. He kisses a line down my neck, making me shiver.

“Just remember, you asked for it,” he growls sexily before obeying my command.

Chapter twenty-seven

Taken

Alex

The next day I see the young guy I terrorized, talking with a friend as he heads out the front door. “I’m telling you, man. This place actually is haunted! I saw a ghost last night, and I barely got away with my life!”

“Sick!” his friend says, and they bob their head in unison.

Just then, Frankie walks into the hotel carrying her cleaning kit. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun, headphones around her neck, wearing a pink shirt and black leggings. She walks up to the front desk and gives Brandon a once over.

“Who are you?” she asks.

“Oh, hey, I’m Brandon. I manage the hotel now. I’ve seen you around before. You’re the cleaning lady, right?”

She stares at him like he’s an alien, and gestures to her cleaning bag. “Obviously. Where’s Kayla?”