Page 44 of Falling for Famine
I listened in on their spat as I got coffee ready, on autopilot. I was in the service industry. It was in my blood to take care of them even while we chattered about increasingly depraved topics. Women were impressive multitaskers like that.
Then it clicked. I was in the presence of two similarly perverted minds. Like Clara, I could go into detail and they wouldn’t balk in pure horror.
Just in case, I hedged, “Are you guys lovers of smut, too?”
“Too? I’m dead. You’re the best.” Emily threw her head back and cackled, while Asha smirked behind her hand. “You look so sweet and innocent. But then again, those are always the dirtiest ones. You’re going to fit in so well with this group,” Emily rasped on another laughing breath.
I was the farthest thing from innocent, but my other friends had said similar things—that my face and demeanor didn’t match my perverted brain.
After checking on the cobbler and blasting the two with the scent of berries and sugar baking, we wandered over to the couch. It would only need a little longer, then I could dazzlethem with my famous cobbler in hopes it would secure my place in their hearts and friendship group. Though, by the way they talked to me, I needn’t bother.
Asha nodded for me to take the seat next to her, leaning over as if her blonde friend couldn’t see or hear us. “Ems has recently been brought to the side of enemies to lovers and monster lovers. Forgive her vulgarity. She hasn’t mastered the art of subtlety with this stuff. Not like us smutties.”
“It’s a rather tough art to master,” I agreed, making Emily laugh as she took a seat on the other side of me.
Emily peeked over at the kitchen, her pretty eyes sparkling. “I’m going to need you to teach me how to do that so I can shove it in that asshole’s face when I make him cream his pants over berry cobbler.”
“Only if you let me be there when he does,” I joked.
She, however, wasn’t joking as she replied, “Deal. It’ll be my greatest revenge yet.”
I made sure we were still alone and lowered my voice. “Are all the Horseman different from one another in, you know, that way?”
Both women nodded, and it was an effort not to launch into a world of questions. My dirty girl brain was having a field day now that I had two women to talk sex with, especially of the supernatural variety.
It amused me that they’d called them monsters. Red eyes and ghostly pale skin hardly made Ghost a monster, but I wasn’t sure what the other Horsemen could do. They’d suggested they were different, but how?
“I’m intrigued. How monster are we talking?”
“Well, it’s not a two dicks situation as sad as I am to report, but it’s a good time,” Emily supplied, sighing like it was all she could think about. Guess he’d rocked her world like Ghost rocked mine.
“Two dicks?”
Emily grinned and waved me off. “Long story.”
“You mean like a Naga monster?” I pressed, far too curious to deny myself the question.
Both women’s eyes lit up.
Asha put her arm around my shoulders, her eyebrows waggling. “So you’ve read The Naga Dark Prince, too, hmm?”
“Who hasn’t?” I teased.
“You’re so damn cool,” Asha murmured, pretending to fan her face.
Emily huffed and crossed her arms. “Rude, Ash. You know I haven’t had time to get suckered into the magical world of fictional monster dick. Don’t spoil anything for me.”
She ignored her. “What about Fae Boy Bang? That’s one I reread every year.”
“I’m mostly reading fanfics these days because it’s easier to fit in chapters after work. Have you heard of the one called For the Love of a Winchester? That’s my present obsession, though I missed the last chapter because…you know, demons and stuff.”
Still felt weird to say it. I’d left my phone back at my house as per Ghost’s instructions. I hadn’t been on the internet or done anything that wasn’t running around from location to location and banging a major hottie. Not that I was complaining about that last part.
Asha’s entire face expressed her enthusiasm. She was a fellow lover of all things smutty, and it was such a joy to share my passion for naughty stories with someone. I got a kick out of teasing Felix, but it was a whole other kind of fun to talk with someone who knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Supernatural fanfic? Did we just become best friends?” she said owlishly.
I knew the exact quote she was aiming for, mimicking the gesture. “Yep!”
