“No. My job,” he ordered. “I’m going to use you how I see fit, baby. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
“Good,” he praised. My chest flushed with warmth at the pride in his tone. Then he was grinding me on his cock, knowing exactly what I needed to slam headfirst into a strong orgasm. And just like he predicted the only thing I could do was call out his name as I shattered.
My pussy clenched around him as my orgasm swirled through me, leaving me breathless and shaking but so fucking satisfied.
Okay, maybe he was on to something with orgasms instead of coffee.
Before I had time to recover he was suddenly claiming me, fucking into me hard and fast through the aftershocks as his eyes stayed glued to me, flickering from my face to my bouncing boobs. It would be almost comical how easily you could distract a man with some good boobs, if I wasn’t so fucking turned on.
“Come with me again,” he ordered as his fingers pressed into my clit, giving me the pressure I needed. My body followed his orders as he swirled them around my needy cunt, coming hard enough that my eyes rolled back and my cries echoed in the small space. “Yes, baby.”
Ryker came on a low groan, filling me up as his fingers dug into my sides, holding me in place.
As I caught my breath he gave me a lazy smirk. “So, what’s the verdict. Sex or coffee?”
“I mean… it was good and all,” I teased. “But a girl still needs her caffeine.” With that I hopped off of him before he could react and rushed back to the bathroom to shower. In reality, I was wide awake now and definitely relaxed, ready to face a long day of research and audio work.
The hall was quiet as we walked out of the captain’s quarters, so we made our way over to the museum to meet the others. The kitchen in the break room was the only one big enough to really use. Not to mention the ship galley was small and full of rust. I doubted any of the equipment actually worked.
The building was impressive, the marble floors shined brightly in the afternoon sunlight and every fixture and piece of furniture was top of the line. The circulation desk was already laden with brochures and information but we went past all that to the staff only hall. Once we closed the main door behind us the sound of chatter went off.
“Guys, this is fucking crazy,” Ben called out as we walked in. Ryker grabbed us each a loaded plate from Lincoln and we sat at the table next to Ben to listen. “We haven’t even used the program for video and audio yet, but I’m replaying our audio logs from last night and there’s so much unexplained activity. It’s insane!”
“Shit, I wonder if the program will even be worth it?” I mused. “There was one night before you guys joined me that I went to a place that had a lot of environmental noise and it didn’t work.”
“That’d be awful,” Ryker groaned. “We are on night one of thirty. Can you imagine skipping all that information? We’d have to spend twice the time going through everything.”
“We might need reinforcements if that’s the case. Maybe the Polterguys?” I mused. We’d met them over our Christmas vacation. They were an all male group like theGhost Dudeshad been before we joined forces, and they also worked for Haunted Histories.
“I watched a few of their episodes. They’re good, at least,” Sully added . “So what’s the plan until they potentially arrive?”
“I mess with the program,” Ryker said. “Let’s make sure it’s an issue before we dive in headfirst to hours of work.”
“Either way, listen to this,” Ben said as he flipped his laptop around. “This was from inside the keeper’s kitchen. The house was pretty small and worn down, but the wood and furniture are all faded from the salty air. It’s as creepy as you’d imagine, so picture that as you listen.”
He clicked the audio file and it started to play. The soft white noise of the recording played and then Ethan’s voice cut in.
“Where did you go that night?” he asked. “What happened to you?”
The white noise picks up for a moment before a ghostly little girl’s voice answered. The audio was shockingly clear, even if her voice held an echoing quality.“Something was wrong with Mama. Help us. She’s gone mad.”
Ben’s voice almost cuts her off, her words so low only our sensitive equipment caught it.“Did someone attack you?”
“They did.”This answer came from a new voice, a little boy if I had to guess this time. He seemed older, the pre-puberty rasp still in his voice.“Held under.”
My heart broke for these babies. From the sound of it they were murdered by their own parents all those years ago. But then… where were the bodies? What happened to the parents?
Ben cut off the audio and we all blinked at each other. That was some of the clearest audio we’d gotten and for it to be so cut and dry was practically unheard of.
“Well, Sully and I got some good stuff too,” I said to cut the tension. They hung onto every word as I recounted what he saw and what the infrared picked up. Then of course the story board they’d left on that beach.
“And that ghost followed us up the shoreline,” Sully added. “I could see him trying to talk but couldn’t hear it.”
“Wait, why not?” Ben asked. “I thought you could hear them.”
“Sometimes,” Sully answered with a shrug. “It’s sporadic, comes and goes when it wants to.”