Page 4 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface (Ghostlight Falls #1)
Chapter three
Rosa's Dulceria
Mappy
“ A re you okay?”
Big brown eyes stare back into mine with such concern. I don’t recognize them, but then again, at this moment, I don’t recognize much.
“Um, yeah, I think so.” I move to stand, only to realize that my clothes are shredded, and I’d be giving this guy a view of the entire map, secret treasure included.
Can’t be doing that. Covering myself with my wings, I look around for anything to use as makeshift clothing.
My mystery man laughs at my modesty and tosses me a sweatshirt that I tie around my waist like an apron.
Now only my ass is on display, and honestly, most of the town has seen that at some point or another.
“You’re the map?” He reaches out his hand to me and, for a moment, I’m still too confused to respond.
Finally, my brain starts working again, and I clasp his hand. “Yeah, people call me Mappy.”
He smiles, a dimple forming on his cheek. “Miguel. I was just passing through the area, and the lady in the Visitors’ Bureau told me to find the map for directions. I don’t know what I was picturing, but it wasn’t…” he trails off as his eyes roam over my body.
I know what I look like. Perfection. I assume he’s marveling at my impressive wingspan, and I fight the urge to fan my wings out further, now that my other impressive attribute is covered.
As amazing as I look, he’s not too bad on the eyes either.
He’s huge, but in a way that makes me want to run into his arms. Dark hair cut close to his head, deep brown skin, and a mouth that I want to do inappropriate things to.
“Can I ask you something that might be personal?” He shifts uncomfortably as he poses the question.
“Sure, I’m an open book, or map.”
“Why are you half-naked in an alley?”
Why am I half-naked in an alley? The last thing I remember was that sandwich from Grim’s.
Did the green man drug me? No, that doesn’t make any sense.
“Um, I’m not sure, actually. Must’ve gone a little too hard at Kyle’s last night.
” I laugh, still confused. Best to just move on.
“Were you looking for a place in particular?” Spreading out my wings, I gesture to different areas on the map.
“Right. My car broke down right outside of town, and I need a mechanic.”
Gesturing to the spot on the map, I reply, “Well then, Axel & Rodd is the place to go. Eli does great work. I can walk you over there if you’d like. ”
Looking down at my legs, he smiles and says, “You’re not wearing pants.”
I shrug. “Nothing they haven’t seen before.” I guide him out of the alley toward the mechanic, showing him some of my favorite spots along the way. When we reach Axel and Rodd, I face him, not quite ready to say goodbye. “You going to be staying in town a while?”
“Maybe? It’ll depend on what the mechanic tells me about my car, I guess. After that, I’m not sure.”
“Well, it was great to meet you, Miguel,” I say with a smile.
“Same,” he says, that dimple popping out again.
Turning to give him a great view of my ass, I strut down the street toward my house to pick up some shorts.
Sharon rolls her eyes and picks up her pace to Rosa’s when I greet her on the street.
The afternoon has been quiet, and I’m bored.
Okay, maybe not bored, but definitely distracted.
I’ve been thinking about Miguel since I dropped him off at Axel and Rodd.
Part of being a good town map is making sure our visitors are well taken care of.
That’s the only reason I care so much. I'm an excellent map that likes to provide excellent service. And boy, do I want to service Miguel. Yep, definitely distracted. I know Eli will do good work. But if Miguel needs to stay overnight, will he know where to go? Maybe I should head back over there and check on him. That’s what a good map would do.
I’m still working up the courage when the decision is taken out of my hands.
“Mappy?” I turn to find that Miguel has snuck up on me and is close enough to touch. Not that it matters. As a map, I just like to note where things are. “Almost didn’t recognize you with clothes on.” He smiles, and that pesky dimple pops out again.
“Thought the wings would’ve been enough of a giveaway.” I fan them out a bit, showing them off. He laughs awkwardly. “How’s the car?”
“Eli said it’ll be ready to go tomorrow. Recommended a place to stay the night, too.” He rocks back and forth a little on his feet. So, he’ll be staying in town. That’s good. For tourism.
“Would you want to grab dinner tonight?” He nods, so I take his hand, guiding it to a spot on my wing.
“So, we’re here.” I drag his hand along the path to our destination, attempting to hide the shudder that courses through my body at the contact.
“And Ratcliff’s is here.” For some reason, I’m still holding his hand, and he’s so close.
I should let him go. Put some space between us.
Yet, I’m not. Swallowing, I look into his eyes. “We could meet there at, say, seven?”
He licks his lips, and my eyes follow the movement. “Sounds good.” Did his voice get deeper? Is that just in my head ?
“Mappy?” Mabel’s shrill tone pulls me back to the moment. Closing my eyes, I release Miguel, taking a step back to put some distance between us.
“What’s up, Mabel?” I ask, smiling at her as if she didn’t just disrupt… well, I’m not sure what she disrupted exactly, but I’m pretty sure it was something .
“Did you help him find the mechanic?” She nods her head toward Miguel.
“Yes, thank you, ma’am, I’m good,” Miguel replies to her with a wave.
“Great!” She heads back into the building.
Miguel blows out a breath and faces me. “I’ll see you tonight.”
I nod and watch him walk away. Even though I really should stay out here helping people for a few more hours, I take the rest of the afternoon off, running home to deal with the situation in my shorts.
Deciding I’ll want to shower before dinner anyway, I figure I can take care of two problems at once. I turn on the water, slamming the shower door as I wait for it to heat up .
“Fuck it.”
Before the water is even tepid, I’ve reached my hand into my shorts to grab my cock, which has been aching since Miguel touched me.
Rubbing my thumb around the tip, I smear my pre-cum over my scales as I slowly stroke myself.
It felt so good when his hand was on my wing.
I don’t know what I was thinking. That’s not how I give directions, but I needed his hand on my body.
Now I picture his hands exploring my wings.
My strokes pick up speed as I imagine his hand wrapping around my cock.
Losing myself in his eyes as I fall apart at his touch.
I explode, furiously pumping my hand while imagining Miguel.
Cum gets everywhere, and I curse myself for not waiting until I got into the shower.
I remove my shorts, tossing them in the hamper along with the bath mat that I’ve soiled. Stepping into the shower, I rinse what I can off my body. Despite attempting to deal with the situation, there's no relief, and I find my cock in my hand again. Fuck.