“Same,” he says, that dimple popping out again.
Turning to give him a great view of my ass, I strut down the street toward my house to pickup some shorts.
Sharon rolls her eyes and picks up her pace to Rosa’s when I greet her on the street. The afternoon has been quiet, and I’m bored. Okay, maybe not bored, but definitely distracted. I’ve been thinking about Miguel since I dropped him off at Axel and Rodd. Part of being a good town map is making sure our visitors are well taken care of. That’s the only reason I care so much. I'm an excellent map that likes to provide excellent service.And boy, do I want to service Miguel.Yep, definitely distracted. I know Eli will do good work. But if Miguel needs to stay overnight, will he know where to go? Maybe I should head back over there and check on him. That’s what a good map would do. I’m still working up the courage when the decision is taken out of my hands.
“Mappy?” I turn to find that Miguel has snuck up on me and is close enough to touch. Not that it matters. As a map, I just like to note where things are. “Almost didn’t recognize you with clothes on.” He smiles, and that peskydimple pops out again.
“Thought the wings would’ve been enough of a giveaway.” I fan them out a bit, showing them off. He laughs awkwardly. “How’s the car?”
“Eli said it’ll be ready to go tomorrow. Recommended a place to stay the night, too.” He rocks back and forth a little on his feet. So, he’ll be staying in town. That’s good. For tourism.
“Would you want to grab dinner tonight?” He nods, so I take his hand, guiding it to a spot on my wing. “So, we’re here.” I drag his hand along the path to our destination, attempting to hide the shudder that courses through my body at the contact. “And Ratcliff’s is here.” For some reason, I’m still holding his hand, and he’s so close. I should let him go. Put some space between us. Yet, I’m not. Swallowing, I look into his eyes. “We could meet there at, say, seven?”
He licks his lips, and my eyes follow the movement. “Sounds good.” Did his voice get deeper? Is that just in my head?
“Mappy?” Mabel’s shrill tone pulls me back to the moment. Closing my eyes, I release Miguel, taking a step back to put some distance between us.
“What’s up, Mabel?” I ask, smiling at her as if she didn’t just disrupt… well, I’m not sure what she disrupted exactly, but I’m pretty sure it wassomething.
“Did you help him find the mechanic?” She nods her head toward Miguel.
“Yes, thank you, ma’am, I’m good,” Miguel replies to her with a wave.
“Great!” She heads back into the building.
Miguel blows out a breath and faces me. “I’ll see you tonight.”
I nod and watch him walk away. Even though I really should stay out here helping people for a few more hours, I take the rest of the afternoon off, running home to deal with the situation in my shorts.
Deciding I’ll want to shower before dinner anyway, I figure I can take care of two problems at once. I turn on the water, slamming the shower door as I wait for it to heat up.
“Fuck it.”
Before the water is even tepid, I’ve reached my hand into my shorts to grab my cock, which has been aching since Miguel touched me. Rubbing my thumb around the tip, I smear my pre-cum over my scales as I slowly stroke myself. It felt so good when his hand was on my wing. I don’t know what I was thinking. That’s not how I give directions, but I needed his hand on my body. Now I picture his hands exploring my wings. My strokes pick up speed as I imagine his hand wrapping around my cock. Losing myself in his eyes as I fall apart at his touch. I explode, furiously pumping my hand while imagining Miguel. Cum gets everywhere, and I curse myself for not waiting until I got into the shower.
I remove my shorts, tossing them in the hamper along with the bath mat that I’ve soiled. Stepping into the shower, I rinse what I can off my body. Despite attempting to deal with the situation, there's no relief, and I find my cock in my hand again. Fuck.
Chapter four
Ratcliff's
Miguel
Ghostlight Falls is like no other town I’ve been to. I’d heard rumors, which is why I was driving through in the first place, but it’s a whole different thing seeing it yourself. From the moment I laid eyes on my bat-map-man, there’s been a part of me that has thought that maybe this place could be home. No one gives a second look to creatures of all types as they walk through town. There’s a section at this restaurant with seating that accommodates even the largest creatures. Makes sense if that’s something that comes up a lot in your town. Which it must here.
Shaking my head, I check my watch for the ten millionth time. I’ve never been stood up before, and I’m not exactly sure of the protocol. I thought I felt some vibes with Mappy, but maybe it was all one-sided? Him not being here says it all.
Either way, a guy’s got to eat. When my hot server recommends the honey holes, I don’t question him. The food is delicious. Hot Jeremy knows what he’s talking about, even if he's not the best server I’ve ever had. He and the rest of the staff are nice enough. But the company is lacking. It’s not that I’ve spent much time with Mappy, but I can’t stop the disappointment that he didn’t show. It was his idea to get dinner in the first place. Why ask me out if he wasn’t planning on coming?
Stewing on it doesn’t help, so I pay my bill and head back out. There’s a part of me that wants to revisit the heart of town to confront Mappy. If he’s still standing around. Does he have to stand there twenty-four seven? Obviously not if hewas planning on meeting for dinner. None of this matters. I don’t have to stay in Ghostlight Falls long term. I’m sure there are other towns like this that will be just as accommodating.
I hold back my frustration as Eli continues to apologize. It’s not his fault that the repair is more complicated than it had first appeared. Rosie is basically held together with duct tape. My ex-girlfriend was the car person in the relationship. She handled everything, from the oil changes to the big repairs, and when things ended, I let a lot of the maintenance go with her. Thanking Eli for his help, I leave the shop and try to figure out how to kill some time. I definitely don’t walk toward the Visitors’ Bureau to find a certain map-man. It’s just where a visitor would go for information. So, I’m definitely not let down when I don’t see him outside.
Pushing open the door, I smile at Mabel. “Hey, Mabel. Got any suggestions for how to spend my days while Eli is fixing my car?”
She hands me a couple of brochures to look at—one is for The Wonder Hole and the other is for some frog museum—then she basically shoves me out the door as she points.
“You can catch the bus. Stop’s there.”
