Page 16 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface
“Yeah, baby. I’m fine.”
I drop my forehead against his, finally allowing myself to breathe.
“He was planning to…” I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter, because it didn’t happen. You’re okay.” Miguel just holds me, giving me time. “I think I might’ve stopped him? I was in the lab, and I knew I couldn’t hurt you. That I couldn’t let that happen.”
“That’s great, Mappy.” He kisses my forehead.
“You’re still not safe alone with me. I don’t know how long it took or if I can do it again, but I’m so happy you’re okay.”
“Am I interrupting?” I’m not sure how long Angelina has been standing there. Miguel puts me down.
“What’s up, Lina?”
“E said to give these to you.” She hands over a syringe and a note. “He’ll keep working on whatever that is.” She nods her head at the syringe. “But he says it’s a temporary solution.” She shrugs.
“Did he tell you about—”
She holds up a hand. “I trust E. We all have stuff we’d rather keep in the past, so I didn’t ask questions. Just offered to deliver it because I was headinginto town and he doesn’t always like to make the commute from the tower.”
“Thank him for us, will you?” Miguel eyes the note suspiciously.
“Sure thing.” Angelina waves as she walks away, tail swinging behind her.
“What does it say?” Miguel asks as I read the paper.
“Basically, what she said. It’s a temporary fix. It should keep Carter subdued for now, but Encephalon can’t guarantee how long that will last.”
“Sounds like we should make the most of the time we have. I need to pick up my car before Eli starts charging me rent for leaving it there. But then we can go back to your place?”
Interlacing our fingers, we walk toward the mechanic. I really wish the note had been more specific about the time frame. Are we talking hours? Days? Weeks?
Chapter eighteen
Birds of a Feather Chicken Rescue
Miguel
It’s obvious Mappy is still stressed when we get back to his place. He handles the injection, no problem, but the concern doesn’t leave his face.
“What is it, baby?”
“What if this stuff only lasts a few hours and Carter comes back angrier than ever?” His eyebrows scrunch together like he’s trying to solve a complex math problem. “Huh, that’s weird.”
“What is?”
“It wasn’t painful to think about him.”
“I told you that you shouldn’t feel guilty for what he did.”
“No, like actually physically painful. Usually, it’s like a bad headache when I think about him or try to remember things about him, but that’s gone.”
“Probably a good sign the stuff is working, then.” We can probably track his symptoms to indicate when the stuff is wearing off. Give us some warning before the little devil comes back. I kiss the wrinkles between his brows. “Let me know if the pain returns, okay?” He nods. “Until then, let me do all the things I’ve been wanting to do to you.”
Kissing him, I push him against the wall, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head. “Don’t move.” He shakes his head. I reach down, cupping his cock through his shorts. “Are you already hard for me, baby?” He nods, whimpering when I remove my hand but otherwise staying still. Running my hand down the edge of one of his wings, I suppress my grin as he shudders. “Spread your wings for me.” He listens, earning hima quick kiss before I drop to my knees before him. Starting on one leg, I drag my tongue along the roads all the way to his tiny shorts. I give the other leg the same treatment, moving on to his chest, making sure I hit every minor intersection. Once I’m fully standing again, I grab his hands and kiss him, pressing our bodies together. “You’re doing so well for me.” Choosing a wing at random, I start at the spot where it’s closest to his hip—the chicken rescue. I'd make a cock joke if I could think about anything other than how badly I want mine in him.
“Fuck, Miguel!”
There’s a wet spot forming on his shorts from his pre-cum. I move my way up the wing towards his shoulder, and he starts trembling. By the time I’ve started making my way outward, I am getting concerned he won’t be able to stand through all of this.
