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“Good girl, you’re so fucking wet for me. You love this as much as I do, don’t you?” he praised.
“Yes,” I agreed, pushing against his fingers, desperate to come now.
For once, he didn’t deny me. His fingers sought out my clit, circling around it as he pushed two fingers inside of me. He pumped his hand in and out of me, the other focusing on my clit, and soon I was gripping the sheet and letting the orgasm wash over me.
My pussy clenched around him as I came, his name a cry on my lips.
There was no reprieve before he was slamming into my swollen pussy, fucking me into the mattress with a hand fisted in my hair. I was completely at his mercy and loving every fucking second of it.
Lincoln kept a bruising pace, one hand holding me steady while he used the one in my hair to pull my head back, brushing a kiss over my temple as he slammed into me.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped out as he shifted position, hitting me in just the right spot.
It wasn’t long before I was collapsing onto the mattress as my orgasm took over. My vision blurred as I cried out, the sensitivity of it almost too much to bear.
Lincoln came with me, slamming home one last time before pumping his seed into me and holding it there.
“Rest up sunshine, that was only round one. I plan to own this gorgeous body all night long.”
“Yes, sir.”
ChapterEighteen
Brea
Aspirit flew out of the fireplace, coming right for Hale and stopping inches away. I bit my tongue as he bent over, studying the man who was just trying to enjoy his eggs.
A question was on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to ask if he had a gift or if he didn’t notice these ghosts.
I would say, from the tension in his body and the side eyes that he quickly shifted around, he was seeing everything I was.
The guys around me were none the wiser. My boyfriends believed in ghosts and the supernatural to a level that most never could, but that didn’t mean they had the ability to see or hear them like I did.
“They feel curious,” Ethan muttered under his breath. I nodded to let him know that I heard him and bit back a smile as I watched Remington shoo the spirit away. He was standing vigil behind Hale, trying to give the man some peace.
“Can you hear us?” the spirit screamed right in his ear. Poor Hale choked on the bite that he just took, coughing against it before Remington moved up. I could see the surging energy as he pulled his hand back, then the lights flickered as he slammed a hand on Hale’s back.
The piece of sausage flew out of his mouth and landed on the table while everybody looked on in a mix of horror and shock.
“You can see them,” I accused. Hale’s head snapped up, his eyes widening, and his face paling just slightly. He couldn’t even speak yet as his coughing continued.
Ben, who was closest to him, poured him a fresh glass of orange juice and slid it closer.
Hale took a long gulp and tried to catch his breath. For a moment, I thought he was going to play it off like I had never spoken at all, but to his credit, he finally met my eyes.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Claire was moving closer. The way she was walking, with an extra sway in her hips, said that she thought she was going to land her a man.
“Hey there, handsome. Are you going to stick around a while?” she teased, bending over so her spectral cleavage was just inches from his face.
Poor Hale. His face had turned a beet red, and he looked anywhere but at the ghost next to him.
“Could you please give me some space?” he finally said. He still didn’t look at her and waited until she backed away.
“Her boobs are out of your face,” I offered, and he let out a startled laugh and turned to her.
“Yes, I can see you guys. I can hear you guys. I was trying to keep it under wraps because not everybody can understand, but clearly that’s not necessary here. Holy shit, I need a shot of whiskey in my coffee today.”
He rubbed his temples before a cabinet across the room slowly creaked open. We all turned that way to see the line of bottles, full of rich, amber liquid.
