Dalton, Tymber - Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Demon Seed [Siren Classic] (mobi)

  “What did you say?”

  He was down to his delicious briefs, his large erection clearly outlined by the white material. “I said”—he stepped over to her—“that instead of arguing, I would rather spend our time with my tongue buried between your legs.” He trailed one finger along her chin. “I want to make you come at least twice before—”

  He couldn’t continue because she jumped him, wrapped her legs around his waist, and jammed her tongue down his throat.

  Chuckling, he carried her to his bed and quickly helped her shed her clothes and his briefs and proceeded to show her what he meant.

  She tangled her fingers in his hair as he trailed kisses down her stomach to her mound. “What were you going to say?” she gasped.

  He lifted his head. “You mean before you tackled me?”

  “Yeah.”

  He smiled. Damn she loved his smile.

  “I was going to say I want to make you come at least twice before I slide my cock inside you and slowly fuck you for the next hour or so.”

  She groaned, bucking her hips against him, trying to get him to shut up and do it. Who knew talking dirty could be this much fun!

  “Yes!” she hissed.

  He dipped his head and trailed his tongue from her ready entrance up to her throbbing clit, drawing slow, sensuous circles. “Is that something you might enjoy?”

  “Shut up and do it, Will!”

  He chuckled again. She closed her eyes, grinding her hips against his mouth as he took her over and quickly brought her release.

  “That’s one,” he whispered, moving up her body so he could suckle her tightly pebbled nipples. She squirmed beneath his hands, all thoughts of her parents safely locked away. All that mattered was Will’s hands and mouth and the feel of his stiff member rubbing against her leg as he had her begging for release again.

  “An hour, huh?” she gasped.

  “Mmm hmm. At least.” He glanced at the bedside clock. “Maybe longer, if you want.”

  She moaned. “Yeah.”

  He pushed one, then two fingers inside her, slowly stroking her as he lightly flicked her clit with his tongue. Beyond comprehensible speech, Kal made weak mewing sounds as he brought her close and kept her on the edge. After several tormented minutes she briefly regained her use of consonant blends.

  “Please!”

  “Please what, sweetheart?” He licked her again, slipping a third finger into her tight entrance. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

  She gasped. “Make me come! Please!”

  “And then what?” His lips gently tugged on her clit, drawing a loud moan from her.

  “Then fuck me, baby.”

  “Very good,” he purred. He gave her release and stayed with her, drawing it out until he knew she couldn’t take the sensation any longer. He slid up the bed and held her cradled to him as her breathing settled and her heart quit racing. “I love you, Kal,” he whispered. “I love being able to do that to you.”

  Kal lifted her head and kissed him, then she rolled on top of him. “I love you, too.” She impaled herself on his cock, both of them moaning as she pressed until his full length was buried deep inside her pussy. She sat up, and with his hands splayed on her hips she started a slow, rolling rhythm, watching his face as she did. She loved that she did this to him, could make him feel like this. No matter the circumstances that brought them together, they were together and darn it, they were good together.

  Real good.

  She leaned forward and kissed him, slowly, deeply, exploring with her tongue while he was buried deep inside her. “An hour?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “I can go two weeks without sleeping with you. I just don’t want to.”

  He flipped her onto her back, hooked his arms under her thighs, and lifted her legs. With each stroke he went deeper, stretching her, making her gasp. “If you say so, sweetheart. I won’t argue.”

  “Why not?”

  He slowed his strokes, drawing a frustrated moan from her, then one of pleasure as his thumb stroked her swollen nub. “Maybe I need to make you come a third time and shut you up. I’d rather fuck than fight. If there’s one thing I’ve learned throughout all my years, it’s far better to give in and have fun than to be right all the time.”

  “Now who’s running off at the mouth?” She twisted her hips, grinding against his pelvis. He’d nearly brought her over until a thought hit her like a bucket of icy Ohio lake water. She put a hand on his chest. “Wait. You think you’re right and you’re just giving in to shut me up? You don’t think I can go two weeks?”

  Will’s amused snort irritated her. “You won’t let this drop, will you?”

  Now fully out of the mood, Kal sat up on her elbows. “No, I won’t. I can go two weeks.”

  Will smiled. “Well, considering you’ve left me hard and horny, can we postpone this difference of opinion until later?”

  She loved his smile, he was so cute…Wait, getting distracted again.

  She untangled her legs and scooched back. Which left her agonizingly empty and his stiff, throbbing cock bobbing in the air.

  God, I’d love to suck that…

  Distracted again. She sat cross-legged on his bed, her arms crossed in front of her and tried to focus on his nose instead of his eyes or that sweet hunk of muscle standing straight out between his legs. “Two weeks. I can do that. Can you?”

  “That’s not fair, Kal.” His stiff cock twitched as if in protest. “I just got you off twice, and you’re going to leave me hanging?”

  But he wasn’t upset, she could tell from his playful tone of voice and the gleam in his eyes.

  He was amused.

  That ticked her off.

  She forced a frown. “Well?”

  He sat back on his heels. “I don’t want to make that bet, Kal. I love you. I don’t want to go two weeks without making love to you. This is stupid.”

  * * * *

  Will regretted the word as soon as he used it.

  Her eyes narrowed. “Stupid? You think I’m stupid?”

  “No! Christ.” He rubbed his face. “No, Kal, I don’t think you’re stupid.” She was already climbing off the bed and reaching for her clothes.

  “I don’t care that we’re spending eternity together, Hellenboek. I don’t care if Ryan’s unwritten big book of stupid-ass rules says we uncontrollably lust after each other. I’ve got free will, and I can darn—damn—sure keep my pants zipped.” She wrenched up the zipper on her jeans.

  He knew it would make the situation worse but he couldn’t help laughing.

  “What?”

  “Big book of stupid-ass rules? You’re starting to swear, sweetheart. I think it’s cute.”

  She yanked on her shirt, grabbed her phone, slipped the ring onto her hand, and flipped Will the bird on the second try after using the wrong fingers the first time. “Two weeks, Hellenboek. If I could do it for over twenty-five years, I can do it for two darn—damn—weeks.” She crossed her arms. “Send me home.”

  “Kal, sweetheart, please, don’t leave like this.”

  “Send. Me. Home. Now.” She thought about it and added, “Asshat.”

  He didn’t send her soon enough for her to miss his amused laughter trailing after her.

  Chapter Twenty

  Kal angrily cleaned up their uneaten dinner, slamming pots and pans and cabinet doors as she did. Then she curled on the couch in front of the TV. As the evening wore on and her parents’ return drew closer, the worse she felt. She shouldn’t have bit Will’s head off like that. And she’d left him hanging after he’d been so good to her.

  She closed her eyes and summoned her outrage. No, dang it, they’d have to learn she wasn’t going to play by Ryan’s rules, whether they liked it or not.

  Kal knew her outrage was that her parents had the gall to show up, unannounced, and she didn’t have the guts to tell them to go to a hotel. Her ire wasn’t at Will. It was at her parents.

  Groaning,
she fell over on her side and whacked herself in the head with a throw pillow. “Cripes!” she yelled at the empty room. “I’m such a wet noodle!”

  The right thing would be to call out to Will, apologize, and kiss and make up. Well, more than kiss, because truth be told she’d been pretty close to a third orgasm and still felt a persistent throbbing in her nether regions.

  No! By gum, she would hold on to her righteous indignation a little longer.

  At least until tomorrow.

  Kal clutched the pillow to her. It smelled a little like Will from all the time they’d spent curled up here together, the times he’d…

  Argh! So not helping!

  Her parents returned after nine. Kal knew her mother probably had to chew each bite of her dinner a thousand times, drink twenty glasses of water, and make a dozen trips to the bathroom to delay their return that long. Her father walked in and suspiciously looked around.

  “Everyone’s gone, Daddy.”

  Satisfied, he nodded. He turned to her and caught her hands. “Come home, Kalyani. Jeff makes good money.”

  “Kenneth!” Her mother’s forceful outburst startled Kal. “Lay off her.”

  He looked at her, shocked. He tried to regain control of the situation. “I am your husband!”

  “Yes, you are. And she’s my daughter. She’s got a good job, and she’s an adult. I never should have let you do this. You are not going to spend our visit haranguing her to come home. I won’t allow it.”

  Kal didn’t know whether her jaw should be on the floor or if she should wear an ear-to-ear grin. She’d never heard her mother stand up to her father like that before.

  Her father finally regained his use of speech. “How dare you!”

  Her mother stepped forward, nose to nose with her father. “I like the man. I think he’s very nice.”

  “He hunts ghosts! He does the Devil’s work!”

  Kal had to hide her laughter behind a coughing fit. They had no idea how accurate that statement truly was.

  Her mother still had some gumption left in her. “He’s a TV show host. Frankly, from what I’ve seen of his show, he does more debunking than anything. I might be a little upset if she was involved with that other guy, what’s his name, Aidan. He’s handsome, but he looks like a flake.”

  Kal faked another sudden coughing fit. Again, they had no idea.

  Her father’s turn to be shocked. “You watch it? How can you dare watch that…that…filth! I forbid it!”

  “Because our daughter is the producer, that’s why. You won’t forbid me to do anything, Kenneth Martin. I know which foot you put in your pants first every morning, and let me tell you something else”—she stepped forward, forcing her husband back a step—“you will quit harassing Kal about Jeff and coming home. She doesn’t want to come home, and she doesn’t want Jeff. Drop it.”

  Nope, definitely “jaw on the floor” time. Both Kal and her father were shocked into silence. Her father recovered first. He turned on her and glared as he rubbed his forehead.

  “Well, I hope you’re happy, young lady. You’ve managed to turn my own wife against me and set her feet on the Devil’s path! You’re getting a real kick out of defying us, aren’t you? I swear, you’d think you hate us to defy us like this.”

  With the focus back on her, Kal couldn’t take it. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’d love to stay and listen to this, but I can’t. I’ve got to go to work, we’re shooting tonight. Closed set, sorry, you can’t come.” God would definitely forgive her that lie, for sure. It was lie or commit murder, no matter how justifiable. She grabbed her purse, keys, and cell phone before he could argue. “I’ll see you in the morning, maybe before noon, but no promises.” She stormed out the door and to her car, driving away before he could run after her.

  Her cell rang almost immediately, her father’s number appearing on the display. She shut it off.

  Around the corner from her apartment complex, a large shopping center lay deserted at that time of night. Kal pulled in and, with her head resting on the steering wheel, she sobbed.

  She couldn’t call out to Will. Not after she’d made such an ass of herself.

  And she couldn’t bear the thought of spending the night working alone at the office. It was tempting to call out to Ryan, but for some reason that didn’t feel quite right either. Not as upset as she felt.

  She closed her eyes. “Aidan, please, appareo,” she whispered.

  He instantly appeared in the passenger seat. He wore a concerned look. When he saw she’d been crying, he opened his arms. “Aw, sweetie. Come here.”

  She fell against him and sobbed. He stroked her back and let her get it out of her system. After fifteen minutes of bawling like a baby, she sat up and wiped her eyes. “Thanks, Aidan. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

  He squeezed her hand. “No, sweet cheeks. I was just watching Stargate reruns.” At least this time he was dressed in more than his boxers. “Want to tell me what happened?”

  With her breath still hitching in her throat, Kal managed to sob out the story to him, crying again at the end. He opened his door, got out, and walked around to the driver side.

  “C’mon—out. Switch. You’re in no shape to drive, sweetie. I’ll take us back to my place and we’ll drown our sorrows in a couple of pints of Cherry Garcia ice cream.”

  No urging for her to call out to Will, no comments about her parents. Just comfort.

  “I wish you weren’t gay sometimes.”

  He laughed as he adjusted the seat so his knees weren’t jammed against the steering wheel. “Why’s that, babe? If I wasn’t gay, we couldn’t critique guys together at lunch now, could we?” He looked at her. “You certainly wouldn’t be comfortable curling up on the couch with me and crying on my shoulder.”

  “Maybe we’d be hooked up.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “Naw, you’d be trying to toss out all my shirts, honey. I love you to death, but I couldn’t have you doing that now, could I?”

  She laughed again even though she still sniffled. They rode to his house in comfortable silence. As promised, they curled on the couch together under a blanket with pints of ice cream and two spoons in front of the TV.

  Aidan made sure Kal didn’t see him grab his cell phone when he excused himself to the bathroom.

  He took a deep breath, turned on the sink so the sound would help mask his voice, and called Ryan.

  “And to what do I owe this unexpected call?”

  “Cut the crap,” Aidan whispered. “I need a favor.”

  Ryan hesitated. “What? What’s wrong? Why are you whispering?”

  “Shut up. Call Will, tell him Kal’s safe at my place, and to not show up.”

  “Why are you phoning me?”

  “Because I don’t know if Kal can hear my thoughts if I do it the other way and try to tell Will myself mentally,” he whispered, hoping she couldn’t hear his voice from the bathroom.

  “Why don’t you call him yourself?”

  “Because if I call him, he’ll show up here. If he shows up in my house, even if he doesn’t talk to her, she’ll feel him appear and it’ll really piss her off. She had a fight with her parents and a fight with Will tonight and she’s pretty upset. She needs some time to chill. I just don’t want him worried about her. We’re wiping out my ice cream reserves and watching TV.”

  Ryan sighed. “Fine. I won’t tell him where she is though, because trust me, if he feels she’s that upset, he will show up. You should know that.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  When Aidan hung up, he touched his amulet and muttered a spell, hopefully locking them in. Will was so much stronger than him. He didn’t know if it would keep his cousin out any more than a “do not disturb” sign on a hotel door could keep out housekeeping.

  Aidan shut off the sink and rejoined Kal on the couch. They’d polished off the Cherry Garcia and were working on his last pint of Chunky Monkey. He’d have to make anothe
r ice cream run at this rate.

  “You okay, sweet cheeks?”

  She didn’t look okay, but she nodded. “I’ll be all right.”

  “Not to sound like an asshole, but why not let Will handle your parents?”

  She shook her head. “I can’t let him fight this battle for me. It’s not fair to him.”

  “Unfair would be making him do something he didn’t want to do. Believe me, a chance to stand up for you, he’d jump at it.”

  “If I can’t stand up to my father, how am I supposed to survive against whatever gets tossed at us?”

  “Sweetie, you won’t ever be put in the line of fire, trust me. You don’t have to stand up to anyone you don’t want to. You’ve got all of us ready to fight for you. Even the shit weasel.”

  Kal smiled. Despite everything, she’d decided she liked Ryan. He was a lot deeper than he let on. While she didn’t agree with his methods, she could agree with his rationale that he had a job to do and had to protect those he was responsible for. And she respected him for it. She wouldn’t ever admit it to Aidan or the others, though.

  And if it wasn’t for Ryan, she wouldn’t have Will.

  * * * *

  Will felt the call. At first he fought it, then gave in and appeared in Ryan’s Atlanta living room. Ryan looked like he’d been sleeping, his hair mussed, wearing pajama pants and nothing else.

  “What do you want?” Will growled. He was in a foul mood from his fight with Kal, and now he wasn’t even sure where she’d disappeared to. She’d been home. Then when he checked later she was gone. Not just from home, but totally off his radar. He could sense she was safe, but not where she was. He didn’t know if it meant he was having some sort of power fluctuation or something else that he didn’t want to contemplate. It would take him a few more weeks at least to completely return to his previous strength, and it worried him that he couldn’t pinpoint her location. As pissed as she was, he didn’t dare show up at her apartment. She wasn’t answering her cell phone either. His only comfort was he knew she wasn’t in trouble. That much he could sense. Wherever she was, she was safe.

  “Calm down, Will. I’ve been asked to pass a message.”