“No,” he said simply as he pulled it away again and my body clenched as it was denied release yet again.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I yelled out. He laughed as he slid the vibrator into my pussy, fucking me mercilessly with it. My hips rode it like I could outrun his torture while nonsensical words fell from my lips.
This time as my orgasm approached, he pulled it from my pussy and pressed it into my clit. I screamed as I came, the sting of pleasure and pain mixing into a crescendo that I thought might break me. The aftershocks were intense but he didn’t give me time to recover before he was slamming his cock into my pussy. Lincoln fucked me just as desperately now. He was so turned on I knew it wouldn’t be long, but just having him inside me had my body ramping up yet again. His fingers teased over my clit forcing my body to follow him into his own release. He groaned like a feral animal as he came, both of us exhausted and sated now. He didn’t move or release me for several moments. When he finally regained his breath and his strength he untied me and cleaned me up.
Just as I was falling asleep in his arms, he whispered in my ear. “You know I’m proud of you for sticking to what you believe in. I’ll give him a chance. Just talk to me next time.” The fact he meant it settled something in my soul and I fell asleep with a soft smile on my face.
ChapterThree
Brea
Riding in my beautiful RV was everything. There was no longer anyone watching me through the eyes of my stuffed alpacas, no stalkers creeping in at night; it was free of all that and finally mine again.
Ryker and Ben were riding with me, both of them looking just as happy. I’d let Ryker handle the driving and I was grateful so I could sit back and ease Sully into the group once we picked him up. We’d made it past our disagreement and the guys had finally agreed to give Sully a solid chance. That meant a lot to me. Sully was a good guy who needed a break.
It felt a bit strange to be heading back into my old hometown again, especially since I hadn’t talked to my family in years, but that wouldn’t be changing today. This was just a quick stop by Sully and Olivia’s childhood home.
Driving through the streets felt so surreal, but for once negative memories didn’t pop up. Instead I remembered my grandpa riding beside me when this RV was all rust and dust. The proud smile on his face as I transformed her under his watchful supervision. Man, I missed him.
“You okay?” Ben asked as he reached over and gave my thigh a squeeze.
“Yeah, being here just brings back memories. I was thinking about my grandpa,” I admitted. “It’s funny but I barely feel anything toward the rest of my family. They didn’t support me when I needed them, and after their last few snark filled emails, I’m done. Their opinion doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t,” Ryker agreed. “You’re a badass ghost hunter who is insanely beautiful and successful. They’re just jealous that you stuck to your guns and made your dream a reality.”
“They always called grandpa an enabler,” I laughed. “He was just as stubborn as I was and told my mom she needed to get over it.”
“Oh, I bet that went well,” Ryker laughed. “Your mom probably blew a fuse.”
“She did. The silent treatment went on for days after, too. It was the most productive part of the remodel.”
As the small white house with the picket fence came into view I couldn’t help but grin. It had the same perfectly manicured lawn and window planters as it used to. Everything practically stuck in time.
The SUV pulled up behind us and Olivia ran outside as soon as we all got out. She met us with a grin.
“Thanks again,” she whispered to me as she pulled me into a hug.
“Always,” I brushed her off. “You guys are family.”
Sully hobbled out after her with one large army duffle in hand. Lincoln went over and greeted him, shaking his hand before taking it and carrying it to the back of the SUV with the rest of our stuff. We had a long drive ahead of us to the coast. It’d be days in the car getting to know each other again, and for the guys getting to know him in general, but at the end of all this I had a feeling we’d all be close. Sully was amazing, and so were my guys, I just hoped it came together as easily as I hoped.
We said our goodbyes to Olivia before giving the siblings a moment together. A few minutes later Sully climbed in the RV with us. Now that I knew his sight was minimal, I noticed the way he touched things as he went and the unsure slow steps he took. My heart ached that he was having to adjust to a whole new world, and I couldn’t imagine losing something as intense as my sight. The fact he was functioning at all was impressive.
“Welcome to the team, man. This hunt is going to be great,” Ben said as he settled into the seat next to Sully. “I actually looked up that story you told us about the other night.”
“The disappearance?” Sully asked. His curiosity was piqued now, as was mine.
“Yes.” And in true Ben fashion he said nothing further as he flipped through his binder. It wasn’t until we were on the highway behind Lincoln that he finally continued. “The town described the family as strange. They kept to themselves, practically hermits.”
“The kid didn’t go to school?” Ryker asked.
“No, he was homeschooled. They had a whole homestead thing going on out there apparently. Down to growing most of their food,” he answered. “Here.” He passed a picture around to the others and Ry held it out so I could glance over. It was odd to see a lighthouse in the background of a small cottage and blooming garden. A wire fence blocked the space off from the rest of the world, a small sign of their mindset.
“That’s strange. Who pays a lighthouse keeper anyway?” I asked. I’d never given the role much thought before this.
“I actually looked that up because I had the thought, ‘why would anyone keep him around if he was creepy?’, but apparently it started as a position filled by the local towns, state agencies took over later, then federal, then finally it went over to the US Coast Guard to manage in 1939. The disappearances happened in forty-two so the town likely couldn’t do anything to get rid of him.”
“Or they did,” Sully countered. “They might have killed them off.”