Page 2 of Taking a Tumble (Ghostlight Falls #7)

Demon Fantasies

TABI

A smile breaks free as I watch Kaz run away from me, sneaking a peek at his mud-covered ass. I’m not usually a butt gal, but for him I’d make an exception.

I’m not sure why he gets so flustered around me. It’s actually kind of adorable. The demon is definitely attracted to me, if the bulge that was trying to bust through the zipper on his jeans is any indication.

A bell tinkles as he opens the door to his shop, Ruff ‘N Tumble, and drags the foxkin inside. He may think she's a menace, but I’m thankful for her antics today. That’s the most facetime I’ve gotten with Kaz, and I even got a little heavy petting out of it. Accidental, but I’ll take it.

I turn and walk back toward my apartment. I’m now covered in mud thanks to our little run-in, and I need to get back to work anyway. The client I’m working with is so needy, and the faster I’m done with this project, the better.

As I walk, I take in the sights surrounding me.

Grim, the baker, is putting loaves of fresh bread into the window.

Mina is chasing a rogue chicken over at Birds of a Feather Chicken Rescue.

Ghostlight Falls is a small town full of unusual characters, but it’s also overflowing with whimsy.

So different from LA where I grew up. The pace here is slower, calmer. Exactly what I needed.

I’ve been here nearly a year now, and I truly consider this place home. I’d like to settle here permanently if the stars align. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that a certain red-skinned hottie is a resident of the town.

Climbing the steps to my unit, I unlock the door and sweep inside.

I pull off my sullied top as I walk to the bathroom, throwing it onto the pile by the closet.

A quick flick of the tap and the water is on and warming.

I strip the rest of the way down as the shower fills with steam, throw my hair into a messy bun, then step under the deliciously hot spray.

For a moment, I just stand there. Eyes closed, arms wrapped around my body as I let the water heat me to my bones.

No need to wash my hair, I did that last night and gods know I’m not about to do it more than necessary.

This rinse is simply to get the mud off.

I grab a washcloth and dampen it before swiping across my chest. Except the act makes me think of Kaz trying to clean me up, his large hands wiping that soft flannel across my breasts.

A twinge of arousal makes itself known between my legs, and my nipples beg to be touched.

Who am I to deny my body? This shower doesn’t have the greatest water pressure—trust me, I’ve tried—but my fingers do a fine enough job.

Turning to lean against the cold tile, I let the warm spray run down my body and close my eyes.

The juxtaposition of temperatures already has my skin on high alert, so when I smooth my hands up my stomach to cup my breasts, a moan slips from my lips.

What if Kaz had kept going, rubbing lower? Maybe beneath the hem of my shirt, brushing those calloused fingers over my nipples. Fuck, he doesn’t know I have them pierced. Would he like that? Maybe tug on the barbell of one while he spins the other with his wet tongue?

I tug on the jewelry lightly, imagining Kaz doing it instead. My clit throbs with each pull, so I slide one hand down between my legs, a finger gliding through my slit to rub the swollen nub.

“Fuck!” I shout before I can catch myself, then bite my lip to stop it from happening again. Abandoning my other breast, I spread myself open so I can rub circles over my clit, getting harder with each pass. My breathing speeds, the water still sluicing down my body giving me extra sensation.

I’ve heard some demons have two cocks. Of course, I haven’t had the chance to see the phenomenon for myself, but based on the size of Kaz’s bulge, the rumors don’t lie.

I’ve always wanted to try double penetration, but I don’t have the lady-balls to have a threesome. This would be the perfect solution.

Shoving two fingers into my pussy, I imagine what it would feel like to be filled in both holes.

I wish I had the flexibility to simulate it.

Or, oh gods, what if he thrust both his cocks in my pussy at the same time?

The stretch would be unreal. Maybe he’d take me from behind, filling me up completely while he twists my nipples and…

“Ah! Kaz!” The orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I mean, I know that was my end goal, but usually I have more build up. The fantasy was just that fucking hot that it catapulted me over the edge.

Blinking my eyes open to join the real world again, I pull my fingers from my pussy.

It clenches around nothing at the loss, the aftershocks of that epic climax still running through my system.

I haven’t come that hard in a long ass time, especially not using just my hands.

The water is luke-warm now, but I bear it to rinse myself clean of my own cum before shutting off the tap and grabbing a fluffy towel.

My muscles are still languid from the hot water and the pleasure, and my mind can’t help but wander to the demon who owns the pet shop.

Maybe I’ll have to be the one to make the first move. I’m not usually that girl, but we’ve been dancing around each other for months, and he seems shyer than me.

Thoughts of Kaz continue to float through my mind as I move onto the rest of my post-shower routine.

I’m so glad when I bought linens for my new place that I splurged on the “bath sheet” size towels.

I’m not a small woman, regular towels just don’t cover my curves.

This one may as well be a robe it swallows me so completely.

Towel wrapped around my body, I work leave-in conditioner into my hair. How would it feel to have Kaz run his fingers through the strands, maybe he’d grip it in his fists while he fucked my fa?—

Oh. My. Gods. That’s it, I can’t keep fantasizing about the poor man.

I either need to woman-up and ask him out, or find new spank bank material.

Drifting to my underwear drawer, my gaze zeros in on the black lacy bra I rarely wear, and I come to a decision.

Grabbing the bra and matching panties—because a matching set always boosts my confidence—I pick out a tank top with a deep v and my high-waisted shorts.

Fuck all this running around. It’s time to woman-up.