Page 26 of The Incubus's Angel
I pause in front of Ren’s front door, staring at the pretty turquoise color in hopes that it’ll tell me if I should knock or run.
No, Maisie. Don’t be weird about it. It’s Ren. His friendship means more than an orgasm. Don’t let what happened earlier this week cloud your mind.
Not giving myself another moment to hesitate, I rap three times.
When the door creaks open a few seconds later, my jaw drops.
“Hi,” I breathe.
Ren looks gorgeous. Stunningly so.
Clearly not expecting anyone, he’s in only his tight black sleeveless undershirt and gray sweatpants. His toned arms are on full display for the first time and they have me salivating buckets. His skin is glowing, an almost bright crimson shade compared to his usual red velvet cake. And behind his glasses,Ren’s golden-brown eyes twinkle like two topaz gems. Even his hair looks silkier if that’s possible.
“Hi,” Ren greets back warmly, his tail arcing in a big swish behind him. His eyes scan my face before briefly skimming down my body and back up again. Either he’s searching for an injury or he’s checking me out.
I gesticulate in his general direction. “Ren, you look… good.” That’s the best word I can come up with because my brain is currently lost in a haze of lust.
Ren adjusts his glasses. “I’ve been feeling… good lately.”
“Good.” Apparently, I’m unable of anything more eloquent. My gaze sweeps over him again and my brain finally catches up. “It looks like that recharging theory is working.”
The hint of a smile creeps across Ren’s lips and his cheeks brighten. “I think so too.” He hugs one arm to himself and I can’t help but be reminded of what it feels like to be held by him, to have those arms wrapped around me while he makes me come.
Stop ogling this perfect creature and get on with why you’re here.“I’m on my way to meet the others. Just thought I’d stop by and give you one of the cupcakes I made. It’s got a little rum in this pipette and you’ll have to squeeze it in. If you want to. I don’t know if it’s to your taste but thought I’d bring you one to try anyway.” I hold out the mojito cupcake for him and his smile grows as he takes it.
One might consider that grin to be of panty-melting quality. But not me. Because we’re just friends and my panties are off-limits, unless it’s for lessons. Or fantasies. By myself.
Ren’s eyes soften, his whole expression shifting into something so genuine it makes my stomach feel floaty. “Thank you, Maisie. You know I like everything you make.”
“You’re too kind,” I say and go to poke his stomach playfully, which only ends in a gasp as my finger practically hits a stone wall.
Ren’s stomach is rock-hard, all abs and seduction hiding under his clothes. I swear I can make out the divots between each muscle if I keep staring. My fingers ache to explore him the way he explored me. My tongue too.
Needing to cover up all thoughts of getting on my knees right now and licking every inch of what promises to be washboard abs, I ask, “You meeting the guys down at the beach later tonight, right?”
A furrow forms between Ren’s brows and he scratches the back of his head, his biceps flexing with the move. “Yeah. Something about a bonfire and beer night on Kraken Cove for the guys while the ladies are up at The Singing Seahorse.”
I take a step backward, swallow down my drool, and tell my pussy to calm her tits before Ren senses the effect he has on me. “Sounds fun. See you Tuesday?”
Ren’s frown deepens, concern seeping into his voice. “Yeah, Tuesday. Maisie, are you okay?”
“Totally good. All honky-dory. Absolutely perfect. Have fun tonight and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I wave goodbye over my shoulder and skedaddle my way out of there as fast as the cupcakes will allow.
Fuck, Maisie. If you stayed there any longer you could’ve gone swimming in the puddle forming in your panties. Get it under control. No more Ren thoughts today. That’s an order.
I might need a picnic session by myself tomorrow to take the edge off before Tuesday. If Ren had to touch me while I’m this worked up I’d be coming in ten seconds flat. Maybe even five.
Instead, I’ll take matters into my own hands and imagine his body hovering over me. Shirtless. And going by the outline of what I saw in his sweats, I’ll definitely be picturing him driving that delicious monster into me. Maybe he could wrap his tail around my throat too…
Woah. What happened to no more Ren thoughts? Think of daisies. Only daisies.
Standing at the base of Starry Hill, I take a calming breath and smile up at the town that’s quickly becoming home to me. Do I know what my future looks like? Nope. But that’s a worry for another day. All I know at this point in time is that I’m not entertaining thoughts of moving back to Cape Easton quite yet.
I start up the hill and pause when I reach The Flowering Teapot on First Street. Spotting my aunt and uncle behind the counter, I knock on the window, wave, and blow them a kiss before climbing up to Second Street.
Before I’ve fully turned in The Viny Shears’ direction, the sound of raucous feminine laughter comes drifting down the cobblestone street. It zooms straight down to my toes before settling back in my heart.
As I near, their conversation becomes clearer and my spirit soars knowing I’ve found like-minded friends.
