Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Jenny
My stomach growls, and it’s a reminder that I need to eat more than ice cream and scones.
My emotional support water bottle is half full, which means I might get a headache soon.
But it’s all the way on the coffee table, and I’m a whole three feet away.
Reaching for it would mean I’d have to stretch, and it’s not worth it.
Not when I’m so freaking comfortable with Joey and Kingston.
But my gurgling stomach sends off alarm bells to Joey. “You’re hungry?”
“I guess so. Sometimes I forget to eat.”
He blinks at me like I’m insane. “You know food is a critical part of survival, right?”
I shrug. “I’ve got terrible survival skills, remember. Why else would I be here with you?”
There’s a low rumble coming from his chest as he sits up and ruins our comfortable cocoon.
He stomps into the kitchen, opens the fridge, and tosses me a pouch of apple sauce we brought from my home.
“Eat a snack while I order dinner.” He taps his phone and slides it into his back pocket. “Food will be here in an hour.”
“But you didn’t even ask me what I want.” I’m a pretty picky eater, and now I’m gonna starve to death in his home.
He smirks. “I know what you’ll like.” His smirk grows wider. “In more ways than one.” And he vanishes into the bedroom for a few minutes.
I return to reading my demon smut. The smutty stuff is over, and now we’re all in the plot and lore. There’s a part of me who’s waiting for the spicy stuff to return.
Joey coughs behind me and I twist on the couch to see… Well, I’m not exactly sure, because my brain shuts down over the cuteness. Kingston is wearing his fancy gentleman’s tie. His ears are perked up, and his mouth hangs open in his little smile. But the real show is Joey, wearing the same tie.
“We’re twins,” he announces.
“I can see that.” The tie looks good on him. Of course, it’s the only thing he’s wearing. Naked as a jay bird except for a duck tie that goes down to his stomach, directly pointing to his erection. “And why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”
Joey tilts his head and points to the dog. "He's not wearing any.”
“So to be matchy-matchy, got it.” I pinch my lips together and try to hold in a laugh. Joey might die of embarrassment if I laughed at this adorable gesture.
“Do you like it?” His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.
I leave the couch and walk over to him. My hand slides down the silk tie and stops above his navel. “I fucking love it.”
My knuckle rubs against his skin as it drifts lower to his cock. He lets out a low groan, and the mood shifts instantly as he watches me with hooded eyes. I stroke him slowly and drop to my knees. “Good behavior deserves a treat.”
With one long lick of my tongue, I travel from base to tip, repeating the motion several times before wrapping my mouth around his cock. He moans as my lips and tongue glide over him. It’s slow at first, so I can feel every inch of him on my lips.
He moans again as he brushes his hand against the top of my head. “Jenny, look at me.”
His face is filled with such desire and gratitude. My stomach tightens and flips at the sweet curl in his lips. Giving him pleasure is the fucking hottest thing ever. No one ever looked at me the way he does—like I’m something new and wonderful in his world.
My right hand wraps around his cock, creating a slick and smooth path. My left hand touches the center of my jeans, relieving the growing pressure between my hips, but it’s not enough.
“Fuck, you feel amazing.” His voice is hoarse and gravelly.
I take him in deeper and work him faster. He throws his head back, breaking eye contact. Nope. He wouldn’t let me do that. I’m not letting him get away with it. My left hand leaves its frustrated spot between my legs and reaches up for his tie. One quick yank, and his attention is back on me.
His eyes are fiery but focused. He wraps my hair around his fist and guides me as we work in unison. His only warning is a hitched breath and a quiet moan.
He strokes my head as I swallow, then whispers, “good girl.”
As he helps me to my feet, he demands, “Bed… now.”
Ok, Caveman Joey.
He pushes me toward the room and is actively pulling my shirt over my head by the time we get to the bedroom door. My bra is unsnapped and tossed to the side. Within seconds, he’s yanking my pants and panties down around my ankles and pushing me to the side of the bed.
He pauses for a second as he pulls off his tie. “I’ve got better stuff in the car. But this will have to do for now.”
He scoots my body toward the center of the bed and ties my ankles with the duck tie. Within seconds, his mouth is on my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit. Not gonna lie, the demon smut had the engine started, but this is what’s going to take me to the finish line.
He inserts two fingers and I cry out. He pumps his hand until my whole body feels alive and awake. Again, the Narrator Lady is being silent—no distracting thoughts, just pleasure grounded in the moment. Instead, I can focus on his words. “You're going to come for me, right?”
I break all around him. My back arches, and I moan his name as my body jolts high, sending shivers from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
He crawls up my body and kisses me, hot and controlling. Like he owns me. But the kisses slow to be more tender as our breathing becomes more centered and steadier. We lie together in the afterglow, neither of us speaking until we get dressed because the food is here.
Whatever it is, it smells fried and meaty. He opens the bag and checks the top container, “This one is mine.” He pulls out a second container and slides it over to me. “That’s yours.”
Ok, I need a game plan if I don’t like whatever he ordered for me. God, is this going to be a whole thing if I reject what he bought and he didn’t even bother to ask me what I like? I guess it’s the gesture that counts. Suck it up and eat it.
My heart swells when I open the container. “Chicken fingers and fries?”
“You like it?”
“It’s so perfect.” There’s nothing better than comfort food when I’m starving. I think I could be in love.
Or maybe that’s the duck tie and chicken fingers talking.