Spooky Business (The Spectral Files #3) - S.E. Harmon Page 0,18

to be quiet,” he gasped.

“I could be quieter if I didn’t have to keep asking you to take off your pants,” I said exasperatedly. “We’ll be quiet as church mice.”

Wildly inappropriate, all too perverted church mice.

“Really,” he said skeptically.

“Trust me.”

That brought a crooked little smile to his face. It had been a suggestion, not a question, but he answered anyway. “Always.”

Never let it be said Rain Christiansen can’t admit when he’s wrong. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wrong, and that’s saying something. If it matters, I realized it rather quickly. Apparently, fucking on a squeaky air mattress rated pretty high on the decibel charts, probably right behind rockets and blue whales. I was just hoping that I hadn’t overestimated the wall thickness between the rooms. Even if I had, it was a little late to alter course.

Correction, I was too horny to alter course.

“Harder,” I gritted out, spreading my legs wider. Now on my back, I dug my heels into the mattress for better traction, and it let out another wheeze of protest.

“It’s a fucking air mattress,” Danny managed as he slid inside of me again, maintaining that same cautious rhythm. “There is no harder unless you want to pop the damned thing.”

Be my guest. I never really cared for air furniture anyway. As long as he just kept giving me that dick, I didn’t care. “Oh, fuuuck,” I groaned as he did just that. “More, I need more.”

“Shhh.” He put a hand over my mouth but didn’t stop fucking me, which was a win in my book. I gave up on waiting for him to give it to me hard and bucked up, working my hips in a faster rhythm. A squeakier rhythm.

“Shhh,” he said more urgently this time, pressing his hand down farther over my mouth. I licked his palm slowly, thoroughly, and he pulsed inside of me. By the time I started on his fingers, slipping my tongue up, down, and between each digit, it was his turn to break the noise rule.

“God,” he growled as I sucked his pointer finger in my mouth. “How am I supposed to hold back when you do shit like that?”

“Exactly when have I ever wanted you to hold back?” I demanded.

I hadn’t quite seen that particular expression on his face before, a blend of apprehension and pure bliss, as he continued to rock into me gently. I wasn’t sure which he was trying to avoid more—the squeaking of the mattress sliding against the floor or the slapping of skin against skin. Either way, it was turning me on and frustrating me in equal measure.

Fed up with his caution, I finally bucked him off. He flopped on his back, panting up at the ceiling. “I told you we shouldn’t do this right now. Quiet sex is not for us. Never has been.”

“And I told you that there’s no better way to ride out a hurricane.” I got on top, straddling him, a knee on either side of his waist. I had a gratifying moment as his eyes widened in alarm. He let out a choking, gasping noise as I took him back inside me in one slow, smooth glide.

I braced my hands on either side of his head, channeling my best pirate from Captain Phillips. “Look at me,” I said sternly. “I am the captain now.”

He let out a wheezy noise, grabbing my ass with both hands. “Don’t make me laugh. We’re already loud enough.”

I knew we had to be quieter. I knew that. But now that I could take him as deep as I wanted, I was starting to care less and less. I rode him hard, as fast as my working hips and thighs would allow. My aching cock jutted out proudly, slapping against my stomach each time I came down on that dick.

Danny’s token protests dried up as he watched the obscene rhythm of my cock, his mouth a little slack. That intense gaze drifted up to my stomach, then up farther to nipples, gone diamond hard. By the time he got to my face, my cheeks were flushed with both arousal and embarrassment—not from the sight and sounds—because he could see just how desperate I was to be fucked.

There was nothing wrong with that need. On a conscious level, I knew that. We’d talked about it rationally when we weren’t in a fog of arousal. We were comfortable with our roles. We switched things up every blue moon, but most of the time, I needed