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“It’s called edging,” Freddie said. “I used to do it all the time when I was having sex. Now, I just do it when I’m rubbing one off on myself.”
I was getting turned on, and we had a ghost to deal with. I couldn’t help imagining Freddie naked, jacking off in bed.
Wait! These guys were my best friends, not my lovers. “We should stop talking about this.”
“Why? We’re all adults,” Vince said, a devious grin stretching his oh-so-kissable lips.
“It’s too much. I don’t want to know how you jackoff.”
Freddie stepped in closer to me. “You’re envisioning it right now, aren’t you?”
If he leaned in and kissed me, I would’ve kissed him right back, hard and hot.
“Just stop it. Okay?” Bram ordered, his voice curt.
“Woah, where’s all this hostility coming from? We’re not the enemy. We’re your friends, remember?” Vince said. “We can all respect the fact that you’re looking for a deep, hot, and heavy relationship. I think we all are, but wow, you don’t have to get so worked up about it. We’re on your side, remember? Always have been. Always will be.”
Bram gazed at him, his eyes glassy and wide open. Then, a moment later, he softened, like he was coming out of some kind of fog. “Sorry. Sorry. It just came out. I don’t even know where all that came from. Like I had to make you guys understand my side. It was important. Wow, that was fucking intense.”
He sucked in a deep breath, then let it out while running a hand through his hair.
“Hey… Wasn’t this kind of stuff something like what happened to us the first time we walked into this room?” Vince asked. “Like we all had to tell each other exactly what we were thinking? As if we’d been given some kind of truth serum?”
He pulled the key out of the door, and before he could even turn the damn knob, the door swung open, pushing us out of the way, and hit the wall with a loud bang.
I let out a yelp and backed right into Freddie, who swung his arms around me, as if he was trying to protect me… but against what. There was nothing there.
“Fuck!” Freddie said, as Bram and Vince took a couple of steps back. “This room is still fucking haunted.”
“Let’s think about this. It could have been a draft. I felt a breeze, didn’t you guys?” Vince asked.
“Yeah, I felt a breeze,” Freddie agreed, his voice a bit shaky, as I rested the back of my head against his chest, feeling safe. “But it was coming from in front of us. Not behind.”
Which was absolutely true. As if there was a window open inside the room.
“I’m going in,” I told them, trying to be brave about the whole thing. I stepped out of Freddie’s embrace, walked into the dreaded room, and flipped on the light switch.
Immediately, a warm glow washed over the room, causing it to look inviting instead of scary. Of course, the inviting look could all be since I had three strong men behind me if something scary happened.
“Be careful,” Vince said, confidently standing on the other side of the open doorway.
I turned back to him and grabbed his black tee. “Oh no, Mister Scaredy Cat. You’re coming in right along with me. All three of you are.”
He followed me inside. To my complete surprise, the room radiated serenity. Nothing like I’d remembered it from that brief time I saw it when I was a young teen.
“It’s cozy,” I said while my stomach shook, and my teeth rattled.
“Yeah, it was part of the remodel that Freddie did,” Vince told us.
“I had my crew come in and rip out the original doors, the boarded-up windows, and pull down the awful wallpaper. I never really stepped one foot inside,” Freddie told us. “Just glanced at it during the renovations. Galen replastered the walls, and Anton and his team put in new woodwork and painted the walls. Then Jess Hall and her team decorated it. This is the first time I’m seeing it, what with our pact and all.”
The room had two double, four-poster beds, side by side, with a nightstand in the middle. Woods were dark, and the beds were high, giving that country feel to everything. The décor was like the rest of the house. The colors black, tan, and rose covered everything, with touches of green, sky blue, and white. The curtains were creamy white sheers and billowed on the blond wooden floor. There were a couple of comfy, club-type chairs, a small desk in front of those once-scary windows, an adjustable black chair, and a kid’s rocking horse in the corner, along with a couple of dolls.
“What the hell is all that?” I asked, pointing to the toys.
“I tried to get rid of that stuff, but no one would let me. I even donated it to that second-hand store in town, but the owner brought everything back, telling me that these things belonged in the house,” Vince said.
“And I take it the rocking horse and the dolls belonged to Carrie Ann?” I asked, getting closer to the display.
