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“Well, I promise this will not be the worst stay of your life, except for the haunting. We’ve been spoiled,” Ethan promised.
“I finally get to meet the infamous Brea. At least a bit more formally. I used to follow the Spirit Vlog in the early days of that amazing blue RV,” he grinned. “I actually met you when you first started out.”
My jaw dropped. “No, you didn’t. When? I’m pretty sure that I’d remember you.”
“Nah, I was just a kid back then, and you were a nervous wreck,” he said, wincing. “Sorry, was that too blunt?”
Of course, my guys, being the assholes they were, completely lost it.
“I believe it. She’s only now comfortable talking to people.”
“This is why I work behind the glasses,” I grumbled playfully, shoving Ethan, who was laughing the hardest. “You guys are dicks.”
Ben stepped up and waved us inside. “Come on, I’ve been out in the cold too long. I talked to Margaret earlier today, and she’s got you up in the north wing. I put a few things out to keep the ghost away, but you can do your own thing, too. We’re in the south wing if you need anything, though.”
“We’ll give you a quick tour since she’s not around,” Ethan said, heading inside.
“I am too around,” Margaret said teasingly as we stepped inside. She’d opened up a lot in the last few days. She definitely smiled more and was relaxed around us. Probably realizing we were not the uptight people that she was used to. Though, I had a suspicion that Elizabeth wasn’t either.
“I’m Margaret, caretaker here at Bellmore Castle. If you follow me...”
“I’ll catch up with you guys in the morning, if that’s all right,” Hale said. “I’m exhausted.” Now that he said it, I could see the dark circles under his eyes.
“Of course, we’ll see you at breakfast,” I said quickly. We all gave him a little wave before Margaret started her tour.
We started heading upstairs. It wasn’t that late yet, and we were opting for no investigation tonight, especially now that Hale arrived.
That and we needed a break.
“I’ve got Brea tonight,” Lincoln said, snatching me and taking me to his room before anybody could protest.
“Getting a little possessive, are we, Lincoln? Is that jealousy because there’s another man here?”
“Absolutely not,” he growled, the slight pout telling me I’d hit the nail right on the head.
“Very convincing,” I laughed.
“Don’t make me spank that ass of yours,” he said, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine. I melted into his kiss without further protest before he was picking me up and throwing me on the bed.
He followed me, crawling up the bed toward me. The way he could turn into a predator, ready to devour me, had my body burning for him.
Lincoln didn’t say a word as he started to undress me, kissing every inch of skin that he exposed. The rough rub of his stubble was quickly soothed away by gentle kisses and teasing swirls of his tongue.
With just a few moments of attention my pussy was aching, my hips seeking his as I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out as he reached my breasts, sucking one sensitive nipple into his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers.
Lincoln finally pulled my pants off of me and tossed them aside before taking in my naked form. His eyes were dark and his chest heaving as he studied me.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, his fingers trailing over my pale skin. “And you’ll look even prettier with my handprint on your ass.”
“Yes,” I groaned, rolling over before he could even ask me to. He rubbed a hand over my rounded ass as I put it on display for him.
The first smack was loud, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my pussy. Another followed right after, putting his handprint on my other cheek.
By the time he was satisfied my ass was burning with heat and my pussy was throbbing and dripping wet.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged him. “Take me, sir.”
He groaned at the nickname and lifted me to my knees. HIs fingers dipped between my legs to test if I was ready.
