“Well, this moment might go at the top of the list now,” he joked. After laughing another moment, he sobered up a bit and considered my question with a shrug before answering. “One. I was only brave enough to venture to that beach once in my life. This was before that big naval ship even floated our way.”
“Oh I thought when they mentioned how old the boat was that it’d docked way sooner,” Lincoln said. I was just as surprised. Crazy how it ended up here of all places. Then again, with all that wild energy on the beach, I guess it wasn’t all that shocking. At this point, I knew we needed to look into the ship a bit deeper.
“So, what happened?” I asked, getting us back on track.
“Well, I was dared by this asshole that used to try and bully me. His dad was the mayor for a while before they found him stealing town funds. But he dared me to go to the end of the pier at midnight and sit there for at least thirty minutes. Like it was so easy for a twelve year old to sneak out. And of course I didn’t want to look like a little bitch, so I agreed. I somehow got there without incident, sat down, then it was a waiting game. I knew that jerk would be coming for me so he could scare me and use it to torment me.”
“What assholes,” I muttered. My younger years were filled with enough teasing that this story was making me angry.
“Out of nowhere this fog started rolling in and this little girl was somehow standing on the water. Dripping wet, smelling like a fisherman, and covered in seaweed. She was wearing this old white nightgown and her dark hair was floating around her. Scary as hell. And the guys who were going to scare me saw her too. Their high pitched screams drew her attention away from me and I ran home. We never spoke of it again and they left me the fuck alone after that.” He chuckled darkly and shook out his arms like he could chase away the creepy feeling.
“We saw her!” I gasped. “She was one of the first ghosts we saw here.” His eyes widened at my words.
“That’s crazy. I convinced myself I made that shit up.” He shook his head. “Wild.”
“She looked just like you described with gray skin and this awful creepy icy feeling,” I added in.
“Fuck,” he laughed. “I never thought I’d have someone have the same experience. Are you guys getting a lot of activity up there? Someone said you’re ghost hunters.”
“We are ghost hunters,” Lincoln answered, giving him our usernames to look up. “In fact, we go live every night when we investigate if you want to see an inside view of some of those places without having to be there.”
“And the activity here is insane,” I tacked on. “We never get this much so consistently.”
“You should check out the library. There’s a room where they keep town and local history specifically. It’s not all books either, there’s some personal diaries and some old maps, stuff like that,” he explained. “My aunt put it together since we’ve got a lot of history here. I guess she didn’t care that it was all fucking depressing.”
“Shipwrecks, disappearances, yeah, not exactly happy,” I agreed. “But it makes for a very strong supernatural presence.”
“I bet,” he said. “I’ll leave that to the experts. You won’t catch me out on that beach. But if it brings in tourists, I’m more than happy to benefit.” He gestured to the shop. “I’m stuck here anyway, for the time being.”
“That’s Haunted History's goal,” I reassured him.
“Well I’ll let you get to it,” he said, leaving us to finish throwing. By the end of our time Lincoln was winning by a landslide and I no longer cared. Either way we’d gotten some amazing information and I still got to fuck him when we got back.
As if he could read my thoughts, he grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out after a hasty goodbye.
“In a hurry?” I teased. He glanced over at me with a raised eyebrow.
“I am. Is that a problem?” he asked pointedly. Shifting closer, I ran a hand down his chest and brushed it over his hardening cock. His eyes flared with heat but he focused on the road. Knowing he couldn’t get me to stop, I ran my fingers teasingly over him, outlining the bulge in his jeans and running my nails down his thigh. His entire body was tense and I knew he’d get me back.
The moment we parked at the beach, he was practically jumping out of the car and dragging me toward the boat.
“If we were home I’d tie you to our bed and fuck you until that sassy mouth of yours couldn’t talk back to me.” My laughter echoed in the hallways of the ship as he led me to the captain’s quarters. I didn’t know what Lincoln had in store, but knowing my man, he probably packed a whole kinky bag just for me.
“You know, I was eyeing this room earlier,” he said as I closed the door behind us. Now his walk was casual, that smooth dominance coming out since we were alone. I stood there, shell shocked, unsure what to do, just waiting for my orders. I might be a brat but submitting to Lincoln was one of my favorite things.
“What did you notice about the room?” I asked when he didn’t answer, expecting me to ask.
He pointed upward. “The ceiling has these metal beams. They’re perfect for what I need.”
I swallowed hard. “And what is that?” He pulled out a long stretch of rope from his bag, stretching up until he managed to slip one side over the beam then pulled it down.
“Come here, sunshine. Where’s that mouth of yours now?”
Right here, but I was currently speechless as I imagined all the things he had in mind.
“Get undressed for me.”
Without hesitating I took off my gloves then slid the flannel shirt off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes watched me so intensely that I knew it wouldn’t take much to get me ready tonight.