by Shyla Colt
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
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Shyla Colt
RESTLESS SPIRITS
Shyla Colt
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Restless Spirits
Copyright © June 2014 by Shyla Colt
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Chapter One
Pierce studied his reflection in the full-length mirror. Worn jeans, a solid-colored T-shirt, and black work boots would be his uniform for the weekend. A far cry from the three-piece suits he wore as a sports agent. The habitual helplessness that always assailed him when it came to Demi Fox infused him with an awkward vulnerability he couldn’t shake. The curvy caramel-skinned woman who’d been one of his closest friends since diapers had no clue how she affected him. He’d spent years trying to keep a lid on his dirty little secret. The star quarterback in college never gave a fuck about the cheerleaders throwing themselves at his feet, because he longed for his bookish best friend. He licked his lips.
The time of being afraid of ruining their friendship was over. They weren’t young kids trying to figure out who they were, and still he wanted her with an all-consuming passion that had him jacking off to images of her in his head. If he waited any longer, he might lose her to someone else. The thought of another man putting his hands on what Pierce saw as his turned his vision red. Yeah, this setup had been the only option. Money could work miracles when you hired the right people, and this event planner had pulled out all the stops. As well she should’ve for her astronomical fee. The price made him cringe. Pierce had known Demi his entire life. They were a good fit, so this should be a cinch, right?
He placed a hand on his aching stomach, reverted to that of a kid who’d consumed too much candy. This would either work out or fail epically. His pocket vibrated. It was three o’clock. The duffel bag had been delivered. Time to head out per Andrea’s instructions. A packed bag was delivered this morning with a to-do list and a personal note. Be sure to arrive to her place with a spirit of adventure in your heart. He rolled his eyes at the position he’d been placed in. Demi loved the show Seeker, all about a bounty hunter, Roman Stone, who specialized in the paranormal. He wandered from town to town solving cases, saving the girl, and making millions of females around the globe swoon. Demi loved to cosplay, a hobby he found endearing and secretly envied. She had no problem thumbing her nose at society to do exactly as she pleased. One of the many qualities he admired about her. For years he hoped she’d open those whiskey-brown eyes full of intelligence and realize he stood in the wings, waiting to be noticed. If sweeping her off her feet and granting her wish to live an episode of Seeker didn’t win her over, nothing would.
He walked over to the bed, hefted the weighty duffel over his shoulder, and headed for the door. In for a penny, in for a pound. His boots thudded over the wood flooring. In a perfect world, everything would work out flawlessly. They’d explore the haunted hotel at their own pace, stay in a room, eat takeout, and be 100 percent honest. His hand tightened around the handle. The unknown was scary, and this would be a make-it-or-break-it situation. Once he spilled his guts, there’d be no taking it back. He opened the car door to the black SUV he was sure the company rented solely because it was the same make and model as the one driven in the show.
He unlocked the door, tossed the bag in the backseat, and slid behind the wheel. He turned the engine over. Before he pulled out the driveway, he picked up the iPod and scrolled down to Demi’s playlist. Metallica’s “Anywhere I Roam” blared through the speaker. The long way to Demi’s condo stretched the fifteen-minute trip to a good twenty to twenty-five. What will she think of this? He ran over the different scenarios, doing his best to prepare himself for all of them. By the time he pulled into her driveway, his mind had become a crowded highway.
He took a deep breath, turned off the car, and got out. Heart pounding like a jackhammer, he stopped on her porch and knocked. Half a second later, the door flew open, and a blurred shape came at him. A warm body almost bowled him over, and he scrambled to stabilize as she wound her limbs around him, planting sweet kisses over his face.
“You are amazing, Pierce Lane.” She cupped his face and leaned back. “I can’t believe you did this all for me. It’s not even my birthday.” He swore her wide-set brown eyes saw through to his soul.
“Demi.” He sighed. “I had ulterior motives. There are things I need to say to you. That I’ve been thinking about for some time.”
“Is everything okay?” Her happiness level plummeted, and he mentally kicked herself.
“Yeah, it’s just something I’ve wanted to talk to you about for a while. Now that we’ll have some one-on-one, I’m going to take advantage of that.”
“You keep coming up with things like this, and I’ll declare surprises from Pierce Lane are to be epic.”
He laughed, giving her a squeeze as he struggled to keep all his blood from rushing to his dick. She was solid, his Demi. Half an inch shy of six feet, she rocked the curves of an Amazon goddess. “I like the sound of that. Are you ready to go?”
“I am! Do I get to play navigator road dog?” Excitement radiated from her, bathing him and easing his nerves. He stepped inside the house and closed the door with his foot.
“Damn, you got the Roman Stone thing down, huh?” She lowered her legs, and he let her down, waiting until she was steady to walk away.
“To be fair, I came first,” he said.
“Splitting hairs, but I’ll let you have this one.” She beamed. “Let me go get my duffle bag. Everything in it was amazing! I mean come on, holy water in a flask with my initials? Beast.” He studied the sway of her hips and the round ass he ado
red in the formfitting dark-wash denim she’d paired with an old AC/DC shirt and a lightweight leather jacket as she walked away.
DAMN MAN IS too fine for his own good. Especially dressed the way he is. Demi shook her head. She’d been trying to figure out for years why Pierce hadn’t been snatched up. He didn’t give gay vibes, and despite his smoking-hot bod and beautiful face, he’d never been a playboy. To be honest, she’d always harbored a little crush. With his six-foot frame, broad shoulders, brilliant blue eyes, and sandy-blond hair, who could blame her for getting a little weak in the knees every now and then? For a minute, she imagined he saw her as a woman and not the girl next door. Then reality hit. Why would Pierce be into an anime-loving self-professed geek girl like her?
There were times when they drifted apart like ships together in the ocean. But they always managed to come back to each other. That he’d go out of his way to set this up had warmed her heart to the core. Perhaps the trip represented a peace offering. Lately he’d been different with her, distant and almost contemplative. He’d opened his mouth a million times only to shake his head and rein it back in. It scared her. What could he be so afraid to say? They’d been bathed together as infants. You don’t get much closer than that. She snatched her bag off her bed and took a deep breath, ready for the adventure on the road. How many people got to live their fantasies like this?
She jogged back out. “I’m all yours, Stone.”
“Careful, I might take you seriously.” The gravelly tone followed up by a wink made her panties wet.
“Shut up, Pierce.” She ducked her head and bit the inside of her cheek. His masculine laughter hardened her nipples.
“Come on. I even made playlists,” he said.
“Yes! You’ve learned how to be prepared for travel by the master.” She grinned cheekily.
He held out his hand for her bag and rolled his eyes. “If you mean browbeaten into making sure I have the proper tunage for you on a long drive, yes.”
“You don’t know what you’d do without me, and you know it.” She pursed her lips, cutting her gaze at him playfully.
“I do.” His voice softened, and she paused, searching his eyes. They didn’t usually do serious. She wanted to ask him but held her tongue instead. They’d be alone together for the next three days.
“You taking the lead on this one?” Demi lifted a brow.
“Nothing left to do but get in the car and drive.”
“Oh yeah, you’ve been studying Seeker closely. It’s okay. I appreciate the authenticity.” She winked.
“Brat.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Familiar warmth coursed through her body. Silence settled around them as they made their way outside and she locked up.
“You brought your laptop, right?” he asked.
“Of course. What kind of researcher would I be if I didn’t?” she scoffed.
He laughed. “Good point. When you get inside the car, open the glove compartment.”
She spotted the black sport utility. “Pierce!”
“Devil’s in the details.” The sun turned his hair golden, and the urge to kiss his lips hit her like a sucker punch.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Wait till the trip is done before you say that, okay?” His gaze darted around. He opened the passenger door, grabbed her bag, and strode over to the driver side with rushed movements that screamed avoidance. What the hell is going on here? She climbed into the car, sank down into the comfortable seat, and opened the glove compartment. A bundle wrapped in a map with writing greeted her. Her heart soared. The map had a black line and a circle around the final location. She removed the rubber band and found notes written in the same feminine writing as the one in the duffel bag delivered to her home.
“Oh my God, we’re going on to The Eagle Inn.” The infamously haunted hotel had been featured on many of the most-haunted-places lists. “A-fucking-mazing, Pierce.”
He turned to her and grinned. “It’s about a five-hour drive, so let’s get on the road and beat the traffic. I figure we can check into the hotel and grab some food before we bed down for the night.”
“Good stuff.” She grabbed his iPod, and butterflies formed in her belly at the sight of her name. “You made me a playlist?”
“Like I said, I’ve learned to keep you happy.” His words rang false, but she didn’t call him on it. Touchy-feely had never been their thing.
“You want to keep listening to this?” she asked, scrolling through. Old-school Metallica, AC/DC, Postal Service. He certainly had a handle on my likes. Flattered, she couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off her face.
“No, I have a case playlist.”
“And it keeps getting better.” She located the playlist and sighed as “Ramble On” came across the airwaves as they pulled out of the parking lot and hit the street.
Chapter Two
Pierce glanced over at Demi. She’d never been more beautiful than right now with the window down. The wind blew her hair around like strips of velvet. A look of pure bliss covered her heart-shaped face as she peered out into the darkness broken up by building lights and street lamps.
“We’re almost there. Do you want to stop when we find a spot or do the hotel thing first?” Pierce said.
“Let’s go to the hotel first. Then we can take our time in the restaurant. I’ve missed talking with you. The new video game I was working on kicked my ass.” She ran her hand through the pink-streaked mussed mess.
“Are you all finished designing the levels?”
“Yes, thank God. Don’t get me wrong. I love my job, but after looking at the same thing for so long, I’m ready to pitch the computer across the room to escape,” she said wryly.
“You would never do that to your baby.”
“You’re right.” She turned, directing her words toward the backseat. “Don’t listen to me, baby. I’m just disgruntled.”
Pierce laughed. “You’re so adorable sometimes, Demi.” They stopped at a red light, and he turned to face her. She pushed her lips together in a full-blown pout.
“I don’t want to be adorable.”
“I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “Sexy, it’s all I can do not to pull this car over, shove down your pants, and take you, hard.”
A moan left her lips. “Hot. Keep talking like that, and I’ll need a new pair of panties. Don’t tease the sexually deprived so cruelly.”
“What if I wasn’t teasing?” His throat constricted like a boa.
“W-what?”
The light turned green, and he pressed the gas, grateful for the reason to look away.
“What if I meant those words, Demi?” He swallowed to moisten the drought-barren lands formed in his mouth.
“I’m missing the joke.” Her voice wavered.
“No joke. Just truth, finally.” He exhaled.
“Y-you want to have sex with me?” The stunned tone of her voice made him cringe.
“I want a lot more,” he said.
She gasped. “How long?”
“I can’t even remember when it started. I tried to ignore it over the years, hoped the intensity would fade. You and I are solid. The lines are clearly drawn. I have your back, and you have mine. I didn’t want to tamper with it.” He sighed.
“What changed?”
“The feelings grew. People around us started getting hitched. The thought of one of them being you eventually, never knowing what might’ve happened if we tried to see what could come of us.” He shook his head and tapped the steering wheel. “I couldn’t live with myself.”
“Pierce. I don’t know what to say.”
“You never thought about being an us?” He gently prodded her for more information.
“I just never went there. I mean you were always the built-in best friend “
He risked a glance over at her. “But you sensed something.”
“I’d have to be dead not to.” She huffed.
He released the breat
h he’d been holding.
“Is that what this was all about?” she said.
“I know you think we’re totally different. But I wanted to show you we can exist in both our worlds happily. I’m having just as much fun as you.” He shrugged.
“Wow,” she said.
“Wow bad, or good?” His stomach twisted like a soft-freeze ice-cream cone.
“Good I think. Is this a trial run?”
“It can be whatever you want it to be, Demi.”
“That’s what I want.”
“Yeah?” He grinned.
“Any man who’d do all of this, not tell, but show me the way he feels about me, deserves the best I got.” Her smaller hand covered his on the shifter. His jeans grew tighter. “So, what are the terms of this weekend? And don’t say whatever I want them to be, because that’ll irritate the piss out of me.”
“Such a lady.” He tsked.
She snorted. “You know better.”
“I do. Um, we act like a couple out on a mini vacation. Explore what’s between us and see if a spark lives beneath the friend front, right?”
A heartbeat passed. “Demi?”
“What if there’s a lot there?” Her words were so low he almost missed them.
“Break it down for me, brainiac. My brain doesn’t take leaps constantly the way yours does,” he said, afraid to hope.
“I’m worried we might bite off more than we were ready to chew,” she said.
“If I wasn’t ready to commit, I never would’ve brought it up.”
“If you don’t have commitment issues, why haven’t you ever been in a serious relationship before?”
“Because no other woman could be you.”
“Pull the car over, now.” Her husky voice went straight to his dick.
“Yes, ma’am.” He scanned the area and pulled off on a side street, parking in a space out of the light. He turned to face her. “Ar—”
Her lips crashed down onto his, and she climbed into his lap. The minute their lips connected, his brain melted like a Popsicle out in the sun. He tilted his head, gripping her hips to keep her in place as he learned her taste. She was lush. Sweet and fulfilling like a ripe piece of fruit. Her lips parted, and he took the opening, needing more. Now that they’d finally arrived here, he lost all sense of restraint. She ground into his lap and moved her body back and forth. Her breathing grew heavy, and they paused their mouth mating only to take in air. A deep moan shook her body, and he gasped.
