Page 16 of Chasing Ghosts
“Come on, pretty eyes. Let’s try to get some rest since this storm doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.”
“Do you think it’s safe? Do you think…if we go to sleep, will we start sleepwalking again?”
“I’ll stay up and make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
“You’ve not slept well since we hit the island, and if I’m right, I’m going to need you to be sharp and ready to go.”
“Before we hit the island, actually. My aunt told me not to come.” She pauses so long I don’t think she’s going to explain, but then she adds, ‘She’s been dead for years.”
I can’t school my face fast enough to hide my shock, but thankfully, it doesn’t matter because my little psychic has finallydrifted off to sleep, resting on my chest and snuggling into me tight. I should leave her alone, follow my own rules of not becoming involved with someone I work with….But I won’t!
I can’t!
'Cause I'm not that good and I never will be!
Chapter Twelve
Mac
Iopen my eyes and jerk to full wakefulness when I find two pairs of eyes looking down at me. Stunned eyes. Shocked eyes.
“Uh, boss?”
“Shh.” I hiss it out, not wanting him to wake Cori.
“What the hell happened last night?” Roxie has the good sense to whisper it at least.
I realize how this looks. I’m shirtless, and Cori is plastered on top of me, wearing next to nothing. Both of us are sleeping like we just had a wild night of making love. Hell, my hands are all over her, both palms cupping her bare, curvy ass. Tray and Roxie must think I’ve not only lost my mind, but I've taken Cori along for the ride.
I feel the moment she comes awake. Her lashes flutter against my chest, and she stiffens in my arms as she realizes, somehow, through the night, both her legs have landed on either side of me, her gown has ridden up to her waist. She tries to spring up, but I move one of my hands up to her back to keep her down as I whisper in her ear.
“Tray doesn’t need to see you in your nightgown, sweetheart.”
“Sweetheart?” Roxie squats down so she is closer to us.
“Oh my God!” Cori’s eyes dart up and meet Roxie’s, and some silent communication takes place between the two of them.
“What do you two want? And how the hell did you know where to find us?”
Whatever was being said must have made Roxie more comfortable because she grins at me, “I came to tell you that the storms are keeping the boat from reaching us today. The Captain radioed and told us he would come as soon as he was able. When I couldn’t find you, I went to check on Cori. Tray checked the footage from overnight and saw both of you leave the house…together.”
Cori gasps and tries to sit up again. When I don’t let her, she wiggles against me, and her gasp is even louder this time. She’s found the one thing I was trying to keep away from her…for now. My morning wood.
“Sweetheart.” It’s a warning and a plea. “Can you all give us a minute?”
“Yeah, we can go grab you two a change of clothing and a copy of the footage from last night.” Roxie smiles at us and grabs Tray so she can pull him out of the boathouse.
Cori wiggles against me again.
“Is that…? Are you…?”
“Yeah.”
“Is it…?” She won’t meet my eyes. “Because it’s morning.”
She doesn’t see the smile that stretches across my face at the excuse she’s made up. Yeah, morning wood is a thing, but that’s not why I woke up about to lose all control. That has to do with her ass being in my hands and her warm pussy hovering just out of reach of my cock.
