Page 11 of Cooking Up a Demon (Ghostlight Falls #5)

Chapter Eleven

Eleven

“ W ake up, love.” A grumbly voice says quietly beside my head. I wave my hand at them, unwilling and unable to open my eyes. My everything hurts, and I just want to sleep.

“I’ve made you tea and oats.” The voice says, and I manage to crack open an eye enough to eye the demon looming over my bed. A part of me thinks I should be worried, the rest of me wants to know what it would take to get him back into my bed.

“You didn’t have to do that.” My voice is hoarse, and my throat is a little sore. He’d been right. Trying to suck his cock was not the greatest idea. I’d wanted to know what it would feel and taste like. But when he came in my mouth, it was like swallowing hot sauce.

He brushes a gentle hand over my head, pushing my hair out of my face. His look is tender and sweet as he cups my head and lowers for a kiss. I grab his wrist and tug, trying to pull him back on top of me.

Kallax doesn’t so much as budge, of course. There is no moving a seven foot demon if he doesn’t want to.

“I have to go. I’m being summoned.” He presses his nose against mine. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Take care of yourself for me.”

I want to tell him to ignore the summons, but for all I know Lucifer himself is summoning Kallax and he’ll be obliterated if he doesn’t go. I wrap a hand around the back of his head and keep him pressed to me for a moment longer before I let go and pull back.

“Come back soon.” I tell him.

“As fast as possible.” He promises with a kiss to my forehead. And then, in a puff of smoke, he’s gone.

I think about going back to sleep, but I reach for the cup of tea on the bedside table instead. Kallax went through the trouble of making it for me, and I don’t want it to go to waste. He’d gone with a strong black tea that perks me up enough to eat the overnight oats with strawberries and honey.

The sun is coming up over the trees when I crawl out of my bed and take the dishes downstairs.

My legs are still a little shaky and my entire pussy is sore.

It’s a good ache that reminds me of all the things Kallax and I did the night before.

The infernal demon worked his way under my skin, and I miss him already.

I shove it aside and wash my dishes before going back upstairs to take a shower and get ready for the day. The bookstore doesn’t open until ten, but I want to go in and finish up a few things and maybe stop at Grim’s for some fresh pastries. I am addicted to their baked goods.

I carry my good mood through the day. Delia comes in to keep me company as I set up the store before opening.

“You’re happy today,” she points out as she browses through the sports romances. “You should be. Everyone is talking about the bookstore again. It’s good to have it back.”

I pick up her energy drink off the shelf and move it over to the checkout counter. The open container next to my books is giving me anxiety.

“That’s awesome. They pretty much cleaned me out last weekend.” I want to tell her the reason I’m so happy, but I don’t know how to explain Kallax to her. She seems cool and open minded, and there’s a lot of weird shit in Ghostlight Falls, but fucking a demon? Pretty fucking weird.

“So, this town isn’t normal,” I say, testing the waters. “I’m not crazy, right?”

Delia gives me a ‘well, duh’ look. She pulls out a book and sets it on top of her small stack.

“Did you finally realize Grim isn’t just an excessively hairy baker with a skin condition?” She rolls her eyes. “Or that stationary stores don’t typically wander around.”

“I knew that place moved!” I fist pump like a goober. “The guy at the visitor center was so gaslighting me the other day.”

“Mappy? He probably didn’t know where it ended up. I’m not sure he’s smart enough to gaslight anyone. And he’s definitely too nice to try it.” She grabs her books and comes over to the checkout counter where I’m counting out the drawer for the day. She sets them down and grabs her energy drink.

“What makes you bring it up?” She takes a drink, and I cringe. Those things are toxic.

“I think I’m falling in love with a demon.” I blurt without meaning to. I guess if you can’t tell your only friend, who else is there to tell?

I didn’t even know I was thinking it until the words came out. It was way too soon to even be thinking about love. Especially with a demon who pops in and out of my life on his whim. Maybe it’s the orgasms talking.

“Huh,” she takes another drink and shrugs. “Haven’t seen one of those around here. You’ll have to introduce us.”

And that is that. She changes the topic to sports romances. We talk books, upcoming book club, and she fills me in on some town gossip, including the latest Ask Ali claiming the Sasquatch kids were ruining the whole town by existing. It’s nice and normal and exactly what I need.

She leaves shortly after the store opens for the day. Traffic feels slow, especially after the rush of the weekend, but I do decent business for having most of my shelves cleared out.

By the time I get home that night, I’m equal parts exhausted and wired. I warm up my dinner from last night and eat it standing at the island. I’d sanitized it with bleach that morning after my shower. Flashes of last night with Kallax shudder through me.

Before I can think better of it, I put my dirty dishes in the sink and pull out the kettle. I make a cup of Getting Lucky tea while thinking of Kallax. But the tea doesn’t smoke away, and the demon never appears.