Page 26 of Squad Ghouls

“What?” I asked, my voice higher than it needed to be as my mind raced.

He was standing really close, and I had very good dream retention, so I could remember everything he had done to me while I was asleep. Not literally done. Done, like…in my head. Which was the worst. I almost wished Ryan had snuck into my room and done unspeakable things to me while I was asleep, then I wouldn’t be so unbearably horny.

My cheeks burned, both with secret excitement and obvious frustration.

“You’re wearing trousers,” he said, pointing to my indeed covered legs. “I thought you didn’t own any?”

“Well, I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?” I sounded testy. I was never testy. I didn’t know wh…Well, okay. I knew why. I just hadn’t been aware it would come out in my voice so much.

Ryan noticed, because of course he did. He tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “Everything okay?”

“Positively peachy.” I plastered a smile on my face and nodded. “Just woke up a bit earlier than I like.”

“And you’re going somewhere?” he asked, and I couldn’t really lie and say no when he had just seen me putting my stuff in my car.

“Just into town, to the market.” I went for casual and landed about a nautical mile away. “I need some stuff. For the guests.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What stuff?”

“Just normal stuff,” I said quickly.

“What guests?”

“All of the guests that might come and check in today. Every person on this planet is a potential guest, and I will treat them as such.”

“By buying stuff. For them.”

“Exactly.” I closed the back door he’d trapped me against and opened the driver’s door. “I’d best be going while it’s still early enough for the good stuff not to be sold out. Oh, and don’t even think about going to the third floor while I’m gone. I have Popty and Bronwyn guarding it today.”

I slammed the door shut and put the key in the ignition, turning it once only to have the car let out a tiny little huff and refuse to cooperate.

“Oh what?” I asked, turning the key once again. Only to get the same result.

“Problem?” Ryan asked, opening the passenger side door and poking his head in. It was too close to my pornographic dream to be comfortable. My cock throbbed in my underwear and I squirmed in my seat.

“It ran fine a few days ago,” I said, turning the key once more. “I put petrol in and everything.”

I turned the key again, as if that would—the engine roared to life. Oh. Okay then.

I was almost disappointed that Ryan wouldn’t be forced to play mechanic.

“Yay!” I clapped with faux happiness. “Off I go!”

He slid into the seat next to me and buckled the seat belt.

“Road trip!” he said, mimicking my tone but pitching it up with an American valley girl accent.

I looked at him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m coming with. You won’t let me nuke any of the ghosts in there and I did pay for two nights, so there’s no point leaving just yet. Might as well tag along.”

Normally, I’d agree. He made sense, and I was nothing if not reasonable. But…but I was going to town specifically to try and find a replica of his dick in glittery silicone and I didn’t really think he needed to be present for that.

Not like I’d ask him to drop his pants to compare.

Although that would ensure accuracy…

“Alrighty then,” I said. “Road trip it is.”