Haunted by Danni Price

Chapter One
     
    Being dead sucked. Being dead in a cheap hotel room with a perpetual hard-on sucked even more.
    Quinn hovered an inch or two above the flimsy particleboard dresser in the sleazy hotel where he’d died. On most days, the afterlife was pretty dull. Times like this were the only time he felt alive, or at least close to it.
    The middle-aged couple who’d taken the room for the night had returned about a half hour ago. Death didn’t inspire him to watch the clock so he couldn’t be sure. The pair, who must be tourists judging by the random knickknacks they’d brought back with them, fooled around on the bed as he watched.
    The portly male half of the duo knelt between the tall brunette’s legs. The man ate pussy like he was afraid it would bite him if he got too close. His tongue snaked out in a quick motion that resulted in almost no real contact.
    Yeah, he’d heard women say even bad head was better than no head, but this one might disagree. As far as Quinn could tell, she was counting ceiling tiles and making no real effort to hide the fact.
    Quinn hopped off the dresser. The tightly woven muscles of his abs clenched in anticipation. Down on his knees beside the man, Quinn whispered, “Stick your face in and lick her clit. It has thousands of nerve endings. Even you can’t screw it up.”
    The living never acknowledged him, but they usually obeyed anyway. Not this guy. Quinn glanced at the wife’s shaved pussy and decided to give her what she needed. He loved women, loved everything about them, but he especially loved making them come so hard they couldn’t think straight for hours afterward.
    He squared his broad shoulders and leaned forward until his mouth was in line with the man’s. Possessing a person was exhausting, but a mouth wasn’t that large a body part. Quinn lapped at her clit with the flat of the man’s tongue until she wrapped her toned thighs around his neck.
    When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she screamed loud enough for the entire motel to hear. Then the moaning started. It wasn’t a shy, trying to hide her excitement, kind of sound, but rather a full-throated cry. His cock twitched in response, but his strength ebbed. And like the first time he made a woman orgasm in this tacky room, everything faded to black.

Chapter Two
     
    A spring breeze ruffled Virginia’s hair, loosening a few long, brown strands. She tapped the edge of the wrought iron table with her ring finger and waited for Daphne to arrive. Friends since forever, they’d gone into business together in their hometown of Gettysburg. Virginia ran the occult side of the building, and her friend managed the coffee shop. The strange combination worked well in the small, tourist-friendly town.
    Seated in front of her shop on the patio Daphne had fashioned after an English garden, Virginia pretended not to notice the strange series of looks that Jake, the techy guy from next door, sent her way over his coffee cup. The poor man either wanted her attention or something frightening was caught in her teeth.
    Could this be a pathetic attempt at flirting? It was more creepy than anything else. After five more minutes of his covert glances, she formed a plan. She would face him down. An Internet article alleged it worked on sharks and potential attackers. Okay, with sharks a big stick to poke them with was required. Virginia glanced down at her tote purse and nodded. It would do.
    In a fatal blow to her faith in self-help articles, he stood and walked toward her when she made eye contact. She squinted into the glare of the sun that, massive as all six feet plus of Jake Matthews was, he only partially blocked out.
    “Can I help you?” At five feet five with an average build, Virginia felt petite for the first time in her adult life.
    “I hope so.” He scanned the cafe, before glancing down at her. “Can I sit down?”
    Her mouth hung open as she tried and failed to come up with a response. This was the first time