Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (34 page)

* * * *

Will lowered his head to her mound and slowly traced every curve and line with his tongue. Only after he had her gasping and bucking her hips did he slip two fingers inside her and gently stroke, his tongue flicking her swollen nub in time with his movements.

Eternity. Making her feel this good for eternity. This
was
his heaven.

Perhaps he
would
thank Ryan one of these days.

He kept her on the edge for several long minutes, pausing only to lift his head and look at her passion-filled face, her eyes closed, hands tightly gripping the sheets. “You’re going to scream for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She nodded. He smiled, resuming his slow, languid strokes with his tongue before bringing her close again. “Scream for me,” he murmured, then carried her over into her climax.

Her whole body tensed as a long, low cry erupted from her. “Yesss, Will! Don’t stop!”

He sucked her clit and she cried out, her muscles clamping down on his fingers, every inch of her flesh vibrating under his touch. When he eased up, she gasped, trembling. His cock had already hardened again. He kissed his way to her lips and slipped inside her, rolling to his side, holding her against him as he slowly rocked his hips against hers.

“I love you, Kal,” he whispered against her damp forehead, kissing her, holding her tightly as he closed his eyes, his orgasm close.

She wrapped one leg around him, pressed against him, still barely able to move. “Love me, Will. Do it.”

It felt like his heart would explode for her, what he felt, what she did to him. He came, holding her, then fell asleep with her tucked safely in his arms.

Only Ryan, Aidan, and the boys knew of their engagement. Kal and Will didn’t want word getting out too soon and causing her problems with her parents. She loved Will for going the extra mile and proposing the way he had.

Wishing and hoping wasn’t going to get her parents told, however. Kal refused to let anyone do that dirty work for her. When Ryan and the network set up some location shoots in Ohio, she made arrangements for her and Will to have dinner at her parents’ house.

Hopefully her father’s rage had cooled down to nothing more than seething hatred.

Even if she had a choice in the matter, she would never give up Will Hellenboek. Their time together only proved to her that she was the luckiest woman in the world. In their spare time he doted on her, focused on her, made her feel secure and loved in a way she’d never known.

She suspected no other man could have ever made her feel that way.

* * * *

There was too much equipment to risk shipping it to Ohio from Florida. Will was more than happy to drive, caravanning with the crew and investigators—including a few women—in several vans. They stopped for the night in Tennessee. The next morning, Aidan politely knocked on Will and Kal’s door at eight when the two hadn’t come to the hotel restaurant for breakfast and a preproduction meeting.

“What?” Will yelled from inside.

“Are you two joining us, or should we just go ahead?”

He heard Kal’s amused giggle, then a playful squeal.

“We’ll be down shortly,” Will called through the door.

Aidan smiled. All was well. “Alrighty, then, dude.”

Will and Kal appeared thirty minutes later, freshly showered, both smiling while holding hands.

Aidan sipped his second cup of coffee and tried to hide his amused smirk. “You two need to start getting up earlier.”

Kal caught the barb and laughed. Will groaned and slid into the booth beside her. Purs and Gery shook their heads.

“He’s gonna be insufferable now, you realize that, Ger?” Purson said.

“Yeah. I’d forgotten how disgusting he was like this.”

“Like what?” Kal asked.

Aidan waited until she started sipping her coffee. He made moonie eyes across the table at her. “Will’s in luuuurrrvv with Kaaaalllll.”

Kal laughed and choked, spraying her coffee across the table.

* * * *

Her mother fixed a huge spread and welcomed Kal and Will for dinner two nights later. At the last minute Kal almost begged Aidan to come, and even considered asking Ryan to attend but finally decided against it. She’d have to grow a spine at some point and face her father head-on again, like it or not. She couldn’t ask the men to fight these particular battles for her.

Her father’s chilly, sullen manner went ignored by the other three. At the end of dinner, Kal looked at Will, who nodded.

Focused on her mother, AKA the coalition forces, Kal took a deep, steadying breath.

“Mom, Dad, we have an announcement to make.” She held up her hand, and her father’s eyes widened. Kal had shelved the purity ring when her parents left Tampa after their visit. Since the proposal she’d worn the beautiful engagement ring Will gave her. Before they arrived at her parents’ home, Will fetched the purity ring for Kal, stalling her father’s outrage for a few hours. Will switched the rings out for her and replaced the purity ring with the engagement ring while she held her hand under the table.

“Will’s asked me to marry him.”

Her mother squealed. “Congratulations! I didn’t even notice the ring, let me see!” Her mother grabbed her hand and practically dragged Kal across the table to her while she examined it.

The Reverend glared at Will. “Don’t you think it would have been respectful to come to us first and ask our permission to marry her?”

“Daddy!” Well, Kal had expected something like this out of him. Frankly, she’d expected him to start in sooner.

Will spoke up. “Reverend Martin, I love Kal very much. While I’m sorry I didn’t ask your opinion first, from our last encounter I assumed your answer would be a resounding no. I’m marrying your daughter, not you. I would like to have your blessing, but the only opinion I truly give weight to is Kal’s.”

“You’re right that my answer is no. Kalyani, I forbid this marriage!”

“Shut up, Kenneth,” her mother said absently while still examining Kal’s ring. “You’re going to hush and congratulate them.” She finally released Kal’s hand and smiled at Will. “Congratulations, Will. I’m sure the two of you will be very happy. Welcome to the family.” She leaned over, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek.

Her father’s face reddened. He’d been stunned into silence by his wife’s insolence. “How dare you talk back to me in my own home!” he eventually sputtered.

She looked at him. “No, it’s about time I talked back to you. I’ve put up with you for a lot of years, Kenneth Martin. I’ve let you get away with a lot of things I don’t agree with. Things are going to change around here for the better. You can like it or lump it. I told you that when we got back from Tampa. Our daughter is successful and has a good man who wants to marry her. I would think you’d be happy.” Laura looked at Kal. “Do you have a date set yet?”

“No. I wanted to talk to you about that.”

Kenneth slammed his fist against the table, rattling the silverware and plates. “There is no talking about dates, because I won’t allow this marriage to happen!”

“Shut up, Daddy,” Kal said. Kal felt a second of guilt for that, but when her father threw his napkin to the table and stormed up the stairs, the other three breathed a sigh of relief.

“Now,” Laura said with a broad, beaming smile, “how about some angel food cake and fresh strawberries for dessert?”

* * * *

Kal barely contained herself until they returned to the hotel. As soon as Will had the door closed and locked behind them, she threw herself at him, moaning as he cupped her ass and pulled her hips tightly against his hard erection.

“I thought about pulling you into their bathroom after dinner and then bringing us back here for a quickie,” he admitted.

The thought made her cringe—and gasp with need. How could something so naughty be so dang sexy at the same time?

“I might have let you.”

“Really?” He grinned. “Hmm. Maybe I’ll do it next time.”

* * * *

The next night, the investigators and crew converged on the first location, an old warehouse building being converted to loft apartments and reported to have activity. Kal had learned early on that the boys could tell if there was real activity or not just by being there, but they put on a good show for the audience and clueless investigators. This place did have some residual energy, albeit not intelligent or even reliable in how often it appeared. Whether or not they captured any evidence remained to be seen.

Kal sometimes could feel it, too, she discovered. One of the many changes she sensed taking her over since she’d become Will’s soul mate.

Aidan looked up when two men walked in, one younger and another old enough to be the man’s father. The older man looked pissed and radiated an angry, outraged air.

Aidan put out a silent call.
“Purs, Gery, I need you. Now.”
“Can I help you, gentlemen?”

The older man looked formidable. It wasn’t until he opened his mouth that Aidan recognized him from dealing with him on the phone. The younger guy…he wasn’t bad looking. A little shorter than himself, nice build, dark blond hair, and cute blue eyes. When he turned to look around, Aidan got a prime peek at how well the guy filled out his slacks, front and back.

Veerrry nice.

“I’m looking for Kalyani Martin. My name is Reverend Martin. Her father.” He might as well have said her jailer or parole officer from the chill in his voice.

Aidan flashed the younger guy a smile. He smiled back.
Oh, yeeeaaahh.
“Sure, I’ll go get her.”
Yuuummm
. “Wait here.” Gery and Purs walked in.
“Keep them here,”
Aidan silently ordered.

Aidan found Will and Kal at the base going over feeds and camera placements. “Want the good news, or bad news?”

Will closed his eyes. “Bad news.”

“Kal’s dad just showed up on set.”

* * * *

“Aw, crap,” she said, not even reddening. She was getting better at swearing without feeling guilty or embarrassed.

Will, however, looked relieved. “If that’s our worst catastrophe, I can deal with it. “What’s the good news?”

“He’s got a cutie with him.”

Kal led the way and stopped, in shock, when she saw Jeff Conrad standing behind her father. Will and Aidan nearly plowed into her. Will gently nudged her out of the way so they could pass.

“Daddy, what are you doing here?”

“Jeff wanted to say hi to you, didn’t you, Jeff?” Reverend Martin grabbed Jeff’s arm and pulled him in front of him.

If this was on TV, Kal would laugh. Unfortunately it was Kal’s reality, and she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. Her father obviously wasn’t giving in.

Jeff’s eyes had settled on Aidan. Kal didn’t miss how Will did his best to hide his amusement. Kal, sensing something going on, finally tuned in to Will’s thoughts. She bit off her amused laugh.

“She said he’s probably an asshole, Aidan,”
Kal heard Will silently tell Aidan.
“Better watch it.”

“I’ll watch that tight ass of his as much as I want, trust me.”

Jeff looked like he’d rather talk to Aidan than Kal. His eyes never left Aidan’s honey-hazel gaze. “Hi, Kal. Long time, no see.”

“Hi, Jeff. This is my fiancé, Will Hellenboek.”

Jeff shook hands with Will, but he still stared at Aidan with a cross between adoration and lust.

Her father either didn’t realize his plans had gone horribly awry or was doing his best to ignore the fact.

“Nice to meet you, Will,” Jeff said. “Congratulations. Love the show. Watch it all the time.”

Will took the initiative. “Well then, you no doubt recognize my cousin and cohost, Aidan Faust.”

Jeff’s face lit up as he shook with Aidan, perhaps holding on a little longer than necessary, as if reluctant to release Aidan’s hand. “Nice to meet you. You’re amazing! I think your shirts are so neat!”

Aidan seemed equally enamored of Jeff. “Thank you. At least someone appreciates my fashion sense. Want to see the equipment? I’d be happy to give you a private tour.”

Kal wondered if Aidan really meant their gear or a different kind of “equipment.”

“That’d be great!” The two quickly left—Kal would use the word “scampered”—and that was when her father finally realized what happened to the best laid plans of mice and men when those men and mice
really
want to get laid.

He glared at Kal. “I hope you’re happy,” he hissed. “His eternal soul is damned because of you!”

Will stepped forward, crossed his arms, and glared. This time, Kal was more than happy to let Will fight the battle for her. “Do you have a problem with my cousin, Reverend? Because I can assure you, he’s a fine man.”

Purs and Gery stood to the side, watching but not getting involved in this family squabble unless asked to intercede.

The Reverend turned his angry gaze to Will and jabbed his finger at him. “This is all your fault. She was a good girl until she met you. You’ve ruined her, and now that poor boy will end up in Hell because of you and your cousin!”

Kal felt the air shift in the next room. Then she picked up a hint of a familiar scent. Ryan walked in, carrying a clipboard as if he belonged on set. “Kal, I’ve checked all the upstairs camera positions like you asked. Ah, hello, and who are you?”

Ryan knew dang well who the Reverend was. Kal stifled another amused laugh. Will might dislike Ryan, and she loved Will with all her heart, but she couldn’t bring herself to hold a grudge against Ryan. Especially not now. She honestly considered him her friend. If he had acted the same way with Abby that he did with her, she could understand why they’d gotten along so well even if no one else did. She knew she got to see the kinder, gentler side of Ryan that no one else saw.

Reverend Martin directed his ire at Ryan. “I am Kalyani’s father. I’m here to take her home where she belongs.” He rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache. Kal had noticed him doing it at dinner the night before and meant to ask her mom about it.