Demons LLC (Damned and Cursed Book 7) (13 page)

Cindy was a beautiful woman.
 
Alicia joked that his demonic powers must have included mind control, as that was the only possible way he'd somehow convinced Cindy to share the same bed with him.
 
Joking aside, Cindy loved Alex for who he was.
 
That included the fact that he wasn't entirely human.

She was never a fan of sleeping completely under the covers.
 
She was a messy sleeper.
 
Half of a blanket was on the floor, while another only covered her from the knees down.
 
Alex had no problem with the view.
 
Cindy's tee shirt stopped a little above her hips.
 
His eyes danced along her legs and butt, covered in small, white underwear.
 
Cindy was a runner, and her figure reflected that.
 
The light from outside gave her dark skin an exotic sheen.

Alex was smart enough to know how lucky he was.

He stifled a laugh as she let out a snore.
 
Shifting in her sleep, she turned on her side.
 
She kicked the remainder of the blanket off and curled her legs.
 
Now nothing blocked his view.
 
He got to enjoy the sight of his wife in bed wearing nothing but a tee shirt and underwear.
 
Life was good.

As gently as he could, he settled in next to her.
 
The mattress felt like heaven when his head the pillow.
 
He tried to give Cindy space.
 
He loved touching her, but didn't want to wake her.

A loud screeching sound assaulted his ears.

Cindy stretched her arms over her head.
 
Alex watched in disbelief as she moaned and spun over to turn off the alarm.
 
Noticing her husband, she cuddled closer and threw a leg over his waist.

"Hey, sexy," she said.
 
They seldom addressed each other by their real names since getting married.
 
"When did you get home?"

He sighed.
 
"About three minutes ago."

The news of Alex's late night brought Cindy out of her sleepy haze.
 
She rested her head on her hand, giving him her undivided attention.

"Holy shit.
 
Did everything go okay?
 
Are
you
okay?"
 
Cindy couldn't hide the amused gleam in her eye.
 
"Did you get lost again?"

"Ha ha," he said sarcastically.
 
"Everything went okay.
 
Just some delays, more than anything else."

"Maybe you should stay home today?
 
Get some rest?"

Alex shook his head.
 
One thing he told himself he wouldn't do when he started his side job was miss time from his
real
job.
 
He wanted to use his vacation time for a real vacation, not to speak with ghosts and demons.

"Nah, it's okay.
 
It's weird, but I'm actually wide awake."

He tried to sit up, but Cindy didn't budge.
 
In fact, she squeezed him tighter with her leg.
 
She smiled playfully as she inched closer.

"
How
awake are you?" she asked.
 
"I don't have to be in the shower for twenty minutes."

Alex laughed and shifted to face her.
 
They grinded closer to each other.
 
Only their underwear prevented them from having an interesting morning.

He could think of no better way to start the day.

"Twenty minutes," he said, letting a hand fall on her hip.
 
"I only need five."

"That's not something you should brag about."

"What are you talking about?
 
You only need two."

Cindy could only shrug.
 
She knew it was true.

"Well, then."
 
She pressed her breasts against him.
 
They were both ready to go.
 
"We can do it a few times."

Alex and Cindy both underestimated themselves.
 
Two pair of underwear and a tee shirt were tossed across the room.
 
They surpassed their initial estimation of five minutes.

Cindy was a wild woman.
 
She was the only woman Alex had ever been with that knew of what he was.
 
They both enjoyed each other completely.
 
She actually enjoyed having sex with Alex in his more demonic state, which amazed him.
 
She liked the wings.
 
She liked wrapping her legs around his hips while they flew.
 
Their sex life was certainly unique.

That particular rendezvous, he kept his wings to himself.
 
Cindy was in the mood to control, and straddled Alex's hips.
 
She arched her back, giving Alex a wonderful view of her breasts and stomach.
 
Alex sat up to meet her.
 
His back finally had some room, and he couldn't help himself.
 
His wings came out to play.

He wrapped them around Cindy, and she squealed with delight.
 
She pressed her hips harder against him, and they both knew it wouldn't be long before they were half conscious in each other's arms, trying to muster the strength to go to work.

Alex was lost in the moment.
 
He could only feel Cindy.
 
Her thighs, shoulders, breasts, neck.

He didn't feel the cold chill.

A familiar, suddenly annoying voice joined them.

"Whoa!
 
Dude!
 
It actually worked!
 
I had to shake down four ghosts to get here.
 
You have to love Baltimore and all the dead people walking around.
 
You're more famous than I think you know.
 
You wouldn't believe…."
 
Nate was quiet as he finally realized what he stumbled on to.
 
"Damn…."

Alex, without meaning to, granted Cindy a wide-open window into the spirit realm.
 
Full body contact usually did that.
 
She screamed first, followed by Nate.
 
Her eyes went wide as she climbed off Alex and tumbled to the side of the bed.
 
Cindy, no longer touching Alex, couldn't see Nate on the other side of the bedroom.
 
Alex grabbed a blanket from the bottom of the bed and threw it over his erection, amusingly making a tent.
 
Cindy frantically searched around her.

"Where is he?" she asked.
 
"Is he still here?"

"Man," Nate said, his mouth open.
 
"Alex, you weren't kidding.
 
Your wife is fucking
hot
."

"Nate!" Alex shouted.
 
"C'mon, man!
 
Turn the hell around."

"Is he over there?" Cindy said, rising to her feet.
 
She held a sheet in front of her.
 
"He's in the room?"

"Yeah.
 
Don't worry.
 
He's cool."

"Cool?" Cindy said.
 
"How many cool people spy on a couple having sex?"

"This would be my first time," Nate said, his back still to them.
 
"And believe me, it was worth it."

"Nate, shut up."
 
Alex sighed and leaned over to reach for Cindy.
 
"He's still here, if you want to talk—"

"I'll pass, thank you very much," Cindy said, yanking her hand away.
 
She wrapped the sheet around her.
 
"You know, I'm getting sick of ghosts watching us screw.
 
I'll be in the shower.
 
Make sure he stays out."

Alex had to agree.
 
It wasn't the first time their orgasms were interrupted by the spirit world.

Cindy crossed the room.
 
Alex watched her leave and disappear into the bathroom down the hall.
 
Only after she shut the door behind her did he realize Nate was watching her as well.

"Man," Nate said, turning around.
 
"Good job!
 
How did you land her?
 
I've never really been attracted to black women.
 
It's not a race thing.
 
I just happen to like redheads.
 
But wow.
 
What did you say her name was again?
 
Cindy?
 
The body on her—"

"Nate!" Alex shouted.
 
"You want to stop talking about my wife?
 
What the hell are you doing here?
 
Turn around again."

Nate did so as Alex quickly stepped into a pair of sweatpants.
 
His erection was fading, making it easier to talk with another male in the room.

"I lost track of you back at that haunted house.
 
It took me a while to find you.
 
A lot of ghosts know of you, but no one knew where you lived.
 
Finally, one pointed me to Baltimore, so I just zoned in there.
 
It took a few more tries, but someone gave me this address.
 
And here I am.
 
Sorry, man, I didn't know you were…you know, busy."

Alex was speechless.

"So, can I turn around now?
 
How did everything end up with that case?"
 
Nate peered down the hall.
 
They could both hear the shower running.
 
Nate lowered his voice, even though he didn't have to.
 
"Dude, you have wings?
 
Like flap flap?
 
And Cindy lets you stick her up with them out?
 
I watched a lot of porn before I died.
 
I never seen no shit like that."

Alex lowered his head, embarrassed that he was laughing.
 
He forced aside the humor quickly.
 
Part of him wanted to tell Nate to leave, and never come back.
 
But that was a small part.
 
Nate was a good kid, and obviously lonely.

"I have to get ready for work.
 
Look, Nate, just don't pop in like that.
 
Give a warning or something."

"You got it, man.
 
Sorry, I don't mean to be a pain.
 
Don't worry, I'll just stop in every now and then."

Alex had the feeling Nate wasn't being entirely truthful.

"And tell Cindy I'm sorry," Nate said.
 
"Maybe take her out to dinner or something as an apology."

"It sounds like you know women," Alex joked.

"Are you kidding?
 
I've been fifteen years old a few years now.
 
I already know everything."
 
Nate saluted him.
 
"Later."

The ghost faded away, his destination unknown.
 
Alex shook his head as he walked toward the bathroom.

It had already been a crazy morning.

A wall of steam greeted him as he opened the bathroom door.
 
Cindy loved her hot showers.
 
He left the door open so the mirror would clear up.
 
Alex and Cindy had their routine, like any other couple.
 
She always showered first while he shaved.

She was quiet.
 
He enjoyed her lovely silhouette through the curtain as he grabbed his razor.
 
Alex employed the use of his Cindy-senses, trying to read her mood through the silence.
 
Rage?
 
Amusement?
 
Was she still turned on?

"What was his name?" she asked.
 
"Nate?"

"Yeah.
 
I met him last night.
 
He's okay."

"And he followed you here.
 
Should I be expecting more visits from him?"

"I'll talk to him.
 
Lay down the law."

"I don't care if he visits.
 
It's not like we haven't had a hundred ghosts through here already.
 
Just not, you know…when your penis is inside me."

They laughed.
 
Alex was glad to see their halt of passion hadn't soured her mood.

"You looked like a ninja," he said.
 
"Diving across the room like that.
 
I'm going to start calling you Cindy the Ninja Assassin."

"I did
not
.
 
At least I wasn't pushing my parts all up on the sheets and making tents."

"I don't know.
 
That chest of yours could probably make some nice tents."

"
Anyway
," she continued.
 
"Tonight, you owe me a long, nice scream."

"I think I can do that."

"You'd better.
 
How was the case?"

"Fine.
 
I just had to work around another team there.
 
But I did get paid."

"Really?"

Cindy's shock wasn't without cause.
 
Alex had been stiffed on payment before.
 
Sometimes people simply couldn't afford to pay him.

He helped them anyway.

"Yeah.
 
Oh," he said, remembering.
 
"We need business cards."

She stuck her head out of the shower to read his face, see if he was serious.

"People with haunted houses care about business cards?"

"Eh, I don't know.
 
But it can't hurt."

"Well, it makes sense," she said, nodding before disappearing back into the shower.
 
"We're trying to start a business.
 
Make money.
 
Did you take any notes?"