A Little Spooky (Small Town Lovers #7)

Luna 4

“So, does this mean our scary ghost has a thing for kisses?” I asked as we sat around our makeshift bed, in front of the roaring fire, chomping down on our pizza while the rain pelted the windows and roof, and thunder continued to rumble through the house.

“It sure seems like it,” Vince said, leaning back on the sofa as his long legs stretched out on the blanket in front of him. We’d settled in for the night, each of us wearing some sort of nightwear.

Vince wore thick cotton pajama bottoms, dark grey with white stripes, and a black, loose-fitting T-shirt that had seen much better days. Freddie wore Christmas themed pajamas, complete with reindeer with bright red noses, saying he didn’t own anything else. He usually slept in his underwear, but because I had joined the group, he’d dug these out. They were a gift from his gram.

Bram wore black silk, both on the top and bottom, because he “liked the way it felt against his skin.” I liked the way it looked on his muscled body.

“Might have to do more kissing, if that’s what gets Carrie Ann to show up,” Bram said, looking right at me.

“Hold on, Tiger,” I told him, looking forward to kissing him again… and again… and maybe again. Just not right now.

“The way I see it, we’re all your best friends, Luna. Shouldn’t you be sharing those lips equally with all of us?” Vince asked, then he took another massive bite of his slice of peperoni pizza.

I normally wore a comfy tight tee and cotton boy-shorts panties to bed, but because I was spending the night with these guys, I brought thick, light-gray yoga pants, a loose-fitting, thin, weaved sweater, and a bright-pink sports bra. We looked as if we were all trying our best to be respectful of each other, which we always did whenever I spent the night with these three.

We’d done it a lot over the years: camping, traveling across Europe and the States, and just spending the night at each other’s house or apartment, which we did a lot of in college. We all went to the same university… UC Davis. We’d planned it that way so we could support each other through the tough times when one of us or all of us might doubt our abilities. Or if any of us started on a drug or alcohol path, we wanted to be there for each other. Which totally worked. We all graduated with honors, never passed out at a party, or thought about dropping out. We were a good influence on each other… still were.

I hadn’t considered sharing the fun with my kisses, but now that Vince had mentioned it, the idea intrigued me.

“I might but just to see if Carrie Ann reacts. It would be a purely experimental kiss. Nothing more.”

“Oh fine,” Bram interjected. “And I thought our kisses were special.”

“They were, but let’s see what happens when I kiss Vince,” I told him, a bit nervous over the whole kissing thing. I drank down a little beer just to cleanse my pallet of cheese pizza, then crawled over Freddie to get to Vince.

“You mean now?” Vince asked, gazing over at me like kissing me was a complete surprise.

“What better time?” I said, using my most sexy voice.

He finished chewing, swallowed, took several gulps of his beer, wiped his mouth on his napkin, and sat up straight, after he cleared his throat a couple of times, like he was getting ready to give us a lecture rather than giving me a kiss.

I crawled up to him on all fours, and he leaned down, and we kissed. As soon as our lips touched, for a moment, I felt a rush of heat race through my body. The guys whooped and whistled as soon as our mouths came together. But for me, the sensation startled me, so I pulled away and sat back on my legs.

“Something wrong?” he asked, looking as though I’d left him way too soon. The guys continued to torment us with their cheers.

Then they abruptly stopped while I contemplated the situation. “No. Yes. No. Can we try that again?”

“Sure,” he said, and this time, he pulled me up on his lap. I slid my arms around his neck and ran my hands through the hair on the back of his head.

I leaned into the kiss, while his mouth burned through mine. While his tongue danced over mine, and tingles ran right down to my core, I knew his kiss had made me wet, so wet that it startled me.

This time, I lost myself in the kiss, and I had a feeling the same thing happened to him. We were two people hungry for each other, at least until I heard the guys moan about how good we looked together.

“Fuck, I thought I’d be jealous. Instead, watching you two is turning me on,” Bram said.

And just when Freddie started to say something, everyone stopped.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

We abruptly pulled apart, my heart beating like crazy.

“What the hell was that?” Freddie asked, instantly standing, fists clenched, looking like he was ready to punch out whatever or whoever made the noise.

Then we heard the distinctive sound of Carrie Ann’s laughter. Great big guffaws, as if she were truly enjoying herself.

“This is some fucking scary shit. It’s real. Did she make those noises?” Bram wanted to know. He looked just as angry and aggressive as Freddie.

Vince was still recovering from our kiss. It took him a bit longer to get into the retaliation game.

“I wonder what the hell she did,” he asked, finally appearing to be ready to take on Carrie Ann and her antics. “Maybe one of us should check out the upstairs playroom.”

“It’s your house, Vince. I think you should check it out,” Bram told him.

I knew this would turn into a pissing contest, so I had to step in. “No one’s going anywhere alone. We’re all going upstairs, or no one’s going. That’s the new rule. I’m making it, so don’t fucking argue with me.”

“I’m all for it,” Vince said, but didn’t move.

No one moved.

It was like they were all waiting for me.

Freddie reached down and shoved the rest of his slice of pizza in his mouth, guzzled down the remainder of his beer, grabbed a flashlight, and said, “Let’s get this thing done.”

We followed him out of the room, each of us either carrying our own flashlight or wearing a headlamp. I couldn’t help but feel like we were in a Scooby-Doo cartoon, and we were members of Mystery Inc.

“All we need now is a dog,” I whispered.

“Why would we want a dog?” Bram asked.

Freddie chuckled. “Oh, I get it. Like maybe a Great Dane?“

“Exactly,” I said, laughing with him, but Bram and Vince didn’t seem to understand. Apparently, Scooby-Doo hadn’t been one of their favorite cartoons.

We were headed for the main stairway in the small foyer, near the front door. When we got close, we heard the same three loud booms once again, but this time, we didn’t hesitate; instead, we quickened our pace. Freddie walked up next to me, so close our bodies touched. Just as they did, lightning lit up the room, and a crack of thunder caused me to jump and yelp. Freddie slid his hand around my waist and pulled me in tighter. All my fears slipped away until we saw that the front door was wide open, and rain sprayed onto the floor.

A shadowy figure stood in the doorway, and the guys took off for it like they’d been called into action.

“Whoa there, gentlemen! It’s me. Sheriff Braniff,” the shadowy figure said, as his face lit up from all our lights at once, and he tugged off his hood. He waved a hand, and we cut the lights on his face. “I saw that your front door was open, so I thought I’d check. Sorry if I scared you.”

A type of awning hung over the front door to shelter the person standing in front of it from the elements.

“It’s fine. We’re just a little jumpy,” Vince told him. “Come on in and get out of the rain. We were thinking of spending the night. Sort of a test run before I open the place to tourists. Got a little creepy, so we’re thinking of heading back home.”

“No time to come in, but thanks for the offer. Power’s out in the entire town. Got a couple of crews out making sure everyone’s okay, while the power company tries to fix the problem. Handing out flashlights, batteries, and a few first aid supplies to anyone who needs it. You folks look like you’re okay.”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Vince told him.

“Got any idea when the lights will be back on?” Bram asked as he stood off to the side.

“Probably not until tomorrow, some time,” the good sheriff said. He looked harried. Like it had been a long night already, and he hadn’t even begun his task. “Got some trees down, and they pulled the lines down with ‘em. Streets aren’t safe to drive. Too much debris flying around. No flooding, but still, you folks need to stay put. We’re telling everybody to stay inside unless it’s an emergency. And even then, you’re better off calling it into the station so somebody can escort you on the few streets that’re still open.”

“Will do,” Vince said, and with that, any hope of us leaving this ghost infested house just vanished.

“Well, I’ll be moving along now. But don’t hesitate to call if you need anything,” he said, then turned to head out, as Vince and Bram struggled to shut the door.

“What the hell,” Vince said as the wind pushed them back along with the rain that refused to ease up.

Freddie and I jumped in to help, and sure enough, it felt more like something or someone was pushing against us, rather than just the wind.

When we finally got it closed, Vince double locked it, but I had a feeling that whatever was pushing against us was stronger than his locks.

“Maybe we should push the dresser in front of it,” I suggested.

A large antique mahogany dresser stood on the side wall. It must have weighed a couple hundred pounds if not more.

“Good idea,” Freddie said, going over to the dresser to try to move it, which he failed to do. When we all pitched in, we were able to move it in front of the door, at the exact time when the door pushed open again. Only this time, we kept it to a couple inches instead of wide open.

“What the fuck?” Vince grumbled. “I locked the damn thing.”

“Apparently, that’s not enough tonight,” I told him with a shiver. “I need another beer.”

And I headed back to the warmth of our cozy library.

Freddie followed me.

“I’m going to check upstairs to make sure everything’s okay,” Vince said.

“I’ll come with you,” Bram offered, and they took off up the stairs, while Freddie and I hurried into the living room.

I stacked the plates, and Freddie cleared up the empty beer bottles. We brought everything out to the kitchen, grabbed another sixpack, and headed back into the living room, where Freddie tossed another log onto the fire.

Once we had everything cleaned up and had the fire roaring again, we sat leaning against the sofa, tucked in tight with the blanket over our legs.

“So, I guess we’re stuck here tonight,” Freddie mumbled, while gazing at the fire.

“Yeah, I guess we are. Want to hand me a beer?”

“Sure,” he said, reaching next to him and pulling out a longneck from the new sixpack. I hated drinking beer from a glass or a can but loved it from a cool bottle where the moisture dripped down the sides, like it was dripping down a man’s ripped chest on a hot day. He twisted the top off and turned to me.

“Here,” he said, holding it up. “Let me give you that first taste.”

My instinct was to tell him to just hand me the damn bottle, but as he spoke the words, my insides instantly melted, and I tipped my head back a bit and let my lips part.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, as he ran his thumb over my parted lips, then gently placed the bottle on my lower lip.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the moment.

At once, I felt the cold liquid gently flood my mouth, and my lips naturally surrounded the bottle top, so I could suck out what I wanted, controlling the flow. Freddie moaned, or was it Carrie Ann? I couldn’t be sure.

We heard a door slam upstairs, but neither one of us moved from our position. It was too good. Too erotic.

“Yeah, swallow just like that. Slow and steady,” he said, as beer dripped down my chin, then dripped down my neck, the sensation causing my girl parts to ignite with a burning heat. I swallowed what was in my mouth down my throat. “Just like that, Luna. Swallow what you want and let the rest drip out over your chin and drip down your lovely neck.”

His other hand surrounded my neck, catching the beer before it stained my shirt. It was one of the sexiest moments of my entire life.

Finally, I tipped my head up to look at him, and he removed the bottle and replaced it with his warm lips. The contrast was too much for me, and I slipped my arm around his neck and pulled him in tighter.

When our tongues touched for the first time, I let out a moan that rivaled Carrie Ann’s.

I pulled back then but didn’t say a word, just helped him out of his shirt, as he helped me out of mine. But I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t his mouth on my tits. I wanted my mouth on his big cock.

I’d always had a thing for big cocks, and I knew all about Freddie’s from having walked in on him while he was rubbing one off when we were in college. He didn’t know that I’d walked in on him, and I’d never mentioned it, but there had been plenty of times when I’d lie in bed and get off with that mental image.

Now I would get to see and taste it for myself. I could hardly wait.

I ran my hands over his hard chest for a moment but went right for the prize.

“What the hell, Luna? Are you sure?”

“Oh, yeah,” I told him, as I slid my hand under his pajamas and rubbed his hard cock.

“Damn, you’re one fucking hot woman,” he said, as he leaned back and enjoyed my touch.

“Let’s pull these down,” I told him, wanting complete access to his thick, rock-hard dick.

“Whatever you want,” he said and immediately slid out of both his pajamas and his tight boxers, spreading his legs and giving me the full monty.

Then he slid back my hair and watched as I licked and sucked on his crown first, tasting the saltiness of precum.

His cock was as big and beautiful as I remembered it to be, maybe even a bit bigger. When I finally went down on him, I had to stretch open my mouth as far as it would go. At that moment, I heard Carrie Ann’s silly laugh, and it almost felt as if I could feel her in the room with us.

The thought of her watching us only made me even hotter. Who knew that ghosts got off on sex?

“Just like that,” Freddie moaned. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. What the hell, Luna? This is so bad. We’re so fucking bad.”

He ran his fingers over my cheek and felt my stretched lips as I pumped him as fast and hard as I could, moaning out my own pleasure. I was so fucking hot for him and felt so much love for him, I wanted to cry.

Instead, I slipped my hand under his heavy balls and massaged them gently, trying to get him to come.

When I felt something like feathers run down my back, I immediately knew it wasn’t Freddie. I allowed him to slip from my mouth.

“She’s here with us,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said in a low sexy voice. “I can see her.”

“What? Where?”

He pointed, looking as if seeing Carrie Ann was as natural as seeing Sheriff Braniff at our front door.

I turned to where he pointed, and sure enough, a wispy white cloud of a woman stood next to the fireplace, as if she belonged there. She smiled, laughed, then nodded, and the scent of roses, sweet and delightful, surrounded us. I felt warm and loved, by Freddie and the ghost.

“Let me fuck you,” Freddie said. “I want to be inside you… deep inside you.”

I didn’t even hesitate. He helped me get out of my pajama bottoms and underwear, and I mounted him, my legs bent on either side of him, as he rubbed my thighs and ass. As the ghost watched.

He was so big, I couldn’t let him in all at once. I had to ease onto him a little at a time. While I did, he rubbed and flicked my clit with his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful, Luna. I can’t believe this is finally happening. I’ve thought about this moment for so fucking long. I love how your cunt feels against my cock. So hot. So tight.”

“If you keep talking like that and rubbing me, I’m going to come before this thing even gets started. Then there’s the whole ghost thing. Is it Carrie Ann? And is she still there?”

He peeked around me. “Ah-huh, just as clear as ever. She’s even glowing a little now. But she looks a little old to be Carrie Ann. Maybe we have yet another ghost haunting this place.”

“Poor Vince. The place is infested with ghosts. But can you smell the roses?”

“I can.”

“What the fuck?”

And right there and then, with those words and with his cock almost entirely inside me, while he flicked my clit even harder and faster, I came like some feral wild woman, yelling out my pure pleasure. In that moment when my body completely shattered, I knew I hadn’t felt an orgasm that powerful, well, ever. And when Freddie pulled up my bra and suckled on my breast, my body soared up to the stars and back.

“Freddie… oh fuck, Freddie!” I yelled his name so loud, I knew everyone in the house must have heard me.

He gave me about a minute to come down from the stars before he drilled me on his own quest. My entire body slapped against his, over and over as he held my hips and guided me up and down on his solid cock. It was as if I’d been transported off to sex heaven, and when the entire room lit up with a golden glow, I felt as though we’d been transported somewhere ethereal. Nothing in the room looked the same, nothing seemed the same.

When he exploded inside me, I felt so much love, my body shook with my own release.

It was magical.

It was surreal.

It was Carrie Ann’s voice that I heard. “I have waited too long for love.”