Page 62 of Craving Demons
“Next time you need to remind me to lock my door,” I said, playfully slapping Fen.
He kissed me, then whispered. “Done. And next time, if you’re ready for it, you can have… all of me.” One of his hands slid down my belly to my folds, letting me know exactly where he’d put… all of himself. “And you’ll see that that toy is nothing compared to me.”
And suddenly… I couldn’t wait for next time.
What about being off dicks?my horny self quipped.
Fuck! Right! Oh, screw it. I want Fen’s dick.
You want all the dicks. You know you do.
My horny self was right, I did.
Fine! You win!
We’ll both win, my horny self purred.
Yup, she was right. I couldn’t dispute that.
ANAIS
Fenand I had cleaned up and dressed by the time Freyja, Ramsey, and Grey — which was a surprise — arrived. Fen was back in his black shirt and pants and I was in jeans and a T-shirt, comfortable, and ready to find out what strange and wonderful things were hidden in Uncle Don’s brain. I’d also spent a little time working to contain my aspect so Freyja and the others wouldn’t be distracted by extreme arousal.
My daughter, Reia, was home from school by then, but she was up in her room doing homework and hopefully wouldn’t interrupt us.
I didn’t know why I expected Freyja to be old and wizened. I think because everyone called her “Fen’s sort-of grandmother,” and grandmothers looked old. Then I recalled Fen saying she was a goddess of beauty and it made sense why Fen’s sort-of grandmother looked like a blond bombshell.
She wore a white, button-up blouse and tartan skirt cut to just below the knee, rocking the catholic schoolgirl look. But she was nogirl.She was allwoman.
Imagine Dolly Parton in her twenties, looking completely natural and fresh. The only thing I had on her was height, being half a foot taller. But somehow, being short only made her seem even more buxom and beautiful. We probably had the same cup size, but while mine looked full and round and perky, on her smaller frame, hers looked huge!
Helloooo Grandma!
Wow.
I wasn’t into women, but when she smiled at me, evenIwanted to jump her bones. She was that hot!
And Fen still liked me better. Well, I wasn’t related to him, which probably helped though she was only hissort-ofgrandmother. Still…
“Where’s the man you want me to read?” she asked sedately, her voice a mellow alto and smooth as silk.
“Ah…” I blinked trying to focus on her words and not how drop-dead gorgeous she was. “Right. Yes. Sorry. One moment.” Then I bellowed up the stairs in a very unladylike fashion, “Donny!”
“Coming!” I heard his distant voice.
I had to call him two more times before he finally came down, probably losing track of where he was going not long after setting out.
“Ah, yes? Ana? Oh, we have guests? Lovely… do I know any of you?”
“No, Donny. These are my friends. They’re here to help us with something. Can you come and take a seat in your favorite chair here?” I patted the back of the recliner to remind him it was indeed his favorite chair.
He beamed and nodded, all innocence and bliss. Once he was sitting, I turn to Freyja. “Do you need anything?”
“Just for him to remain still while I work and” — she gave Ramsey some side-eye — “perhaps some knowledge of what exactly I’m looking for. Ramsey was vague. Something about money?”
I nodded. “Yes, twenty years ago, my uncle hid away some money for a mobster named Tommy Two-Toes. It was fifty million at the time, but now it’s probably worth five times that. We need to find out where the money is located so we can get it back to said mobster, so he doesn’t kill me or my uncle.”
Freyja nodded serenely, perfectly poised. “Yes, of course, thank you.” She smiled warmly at me. “We’ll get this all sorted out for you.”