Chapter Seventeen #2
This house had everything my baker heart could ever desire. In truth, I was a bit jealous of the high-end mixer sitting on the countertop. Felix had given me one of his, but I’d always dreamed of buying my own one day.
They watched me whip together everything in record time. Hopefully we’d have long enough for it to cook. I could get it down to just under an hour.
Both women were bedazzled by the display of my well-honed skills for baking, staying relatively quiet as I put together the filling and pastry, then stuck the whole sugary concoction into the oven with a timer on the microwave.
Both of them were gaping at me when I turned to look at them, finishing the quickest way to their hearts and stomachs, but it was Asha who spoke first, “Are you fucking joking? Treats? Delicious treats for me? Okay, that’s it.
I don’t even care. We’re keeping you. If Limos ever does you dirty, we’ve got your back, chick. Counter Soul Girls forever.”
After leaning against the counter, I laughed and shook my head. “Ghost would never do me dirty. Well, not like that anyway.”
The two of them were far too clever and picked up on the insinuation in my comment, leaning in.
“Oh, is that so?” Asha asked, a predatory grin on her face. “So it’s like that between you two then?”
I shrugged, not aiming to lie to a couple women I just met. “Things just…you know, happened. It’s casual.” I bit my lower lip, hiding the shaky note to my voice. I’d never done casual in my life, but I hoped it came across confident. “But it’s all sort of amazing, honestly.”
I hadn’t planned on saying anything, but now that I had, it was freeing. Like I was finally able to gush about how sweet and amazing Ghost was. How incredible the sex was. How I wasn’t sure what the two of us were, but how I was taking what I could get.
YOLO-ing my way through life right now.
I hadn’t been able to talk about him like this with anyone. I shouldn’t just put all my dirty laundry out there for them to dissect, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted someone to know.
“Bet it is.” Asha’s conspiratorial grin brought out mine.
Emily’s pretty two-colored eyes sparkled, but my curious stare was drawn to the weird glowing patterns around her throat. I hadn’t seen them at first, but when she moved, they were clear as day.
I wasn’t sure if it had something to do with her being a soul meant for a Horseman or not. Asha didn’t have any markings that I could immediately see, and I knew for sure I didn’t have any either.
“It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it? They’re dirty, dirty boys. Bet that boy is a goddamn freak in the sheets. Does he tie you up? Spank you? Bend you over the kitchen table and eat you out?”
Well, it was a counter, but the fact that she called it…
I blinked at her in silent awe. My brain was unfortunately having trouble keeping up with the hard swing into vulgarity. Not that I couldn’t match her word for word, but I hadn’t expected to be blindsided with filthy talk, so I was a little slower to bat.
Asha swallowed a laugh. “Ems!”
“What?”
“Not everyone is as dirty as you,” the redhead accused. “Don’t drag our new friend into your depraved world.”
“Oh, like it’s not your depraved world too, Patient Zero Monster Fucker,” the tinier Emily clapped back.
I listened in on their spat as I got coffee ready, on autopilot. I was in the service industry. It was in my blood to take care of them even while we chattered about increasingly depraved topics. Women were impressive multitaskers like that.
Then it clicked. I was in the presence of two similarly perverted minds. Like Clara, I could go into detail and they wouldn’t balk in pure horror.
Just in case, I hedged, “Are you guys lovers of smut, too?”
“Too? I’m dead. You’re the best.” Emily threw her head back and cackled, while Asha smirked behind her hand. “You look so sweet and innocent. But then again, those are always the dirtiest ones. You’re going to fit in so well with this group,” Emily rasped on another laughing breath.
I was the farthest thing from innocent, but my other friends had said similar things—that my face and demeanor didn’t match my perverted brain.
After checking on the cobbler and blasting the two with the scent of berries and sugar baking, we wandered over to the couch.
It would only need a little longer, then I could dazzle them with my famous cobbler in hopes it would secure my place in their hearts and friendship group.
Though, by the way they talked to me, I needn’t bother.
Asha nodded for me to take the seat next to her, leaning over as if her blonde friend couldn’t see or hear us. “Ems has recently been brought to the side of enemies to lovers and monster lovers. Forgive her vulgarity. She hasn’t mastered the art of subtlety with this stuff. Not like us smutties.”
“It’s a rather tough art to master,” I agreed, making Emily laugh as she took a seat on the other side of me.
Emily peeked over at the kitchen, her pretty eyes sparkling. “I’m going to need you to teach me how to do that so I can shove it in that asshole’s face when I make him cream his pants over berry cobbler.”
“Only if you let me be there when he does,” I joked.
She, however, wasn’t joking as she replied, “Deal. It’ll be my greatest revenge yet.”
I made sure we were still alone and lowered my voice. “Are all the Horseman different from one another in, you know, that way?”
Both women nodded, and it was an effort not to launch into a world of questions. My dirty girl brain was having a field day now that I had two women to talk sex with, especially of the supernatural variety.
It amused me that they’d called them monsters. Red eyes and ghostly pale skin hardly made Ghost a monster, but I wasn’t sure what the other Horsemen could do. They’d suggested they were different, but how?
“I’m intrigued. How monster are we talking?”
“Well, it’s not a two dicks situation as sad as I am to report, but it’s a good time,” Emily supplied, sighing like it was all she could think about. Guess he’d rocked her world like Ghost rocked mine.
“Two dicks?”
Emily grinned and waved me off. “Long story.”
“You mean like a Naga monster?” I pressed, far too curious to deny myself the question.
Both women’s eyes lit up.
Asha put her arm around my shoulders, her eyebrows waggling. “So you’ve read The Naga Dark Prince, too, hmm?”
“Who hasn’t?” I teased.
“You’re so damn cool,” Asha murmured, pretending to fan her face.
Emily huffed and crossed her arms. “Rude, Ash. You know I haven’t had time to get suckered into the magical world of fictional monster dick. Don’t spoil anything for me.”
She ignored her. “What about Fae Boy Bang? That’s one I reread every year.”
“I’m mostly reading fanfics these days because it’s easier to fit in chapters after work. Have you heard of the one called For the Love of a Winchester? That’s my present obsession, though I missed the last chapter because…you know, demons and stuff.”
Still felt weird to say it. I’d left my phone back at my house as per Ghost’s instructions. I hadn’t been on the internet or done anything that wasn’t running around from location to location and banging a major hottie. Not that I was complaining about that last part.
Asha’s entire face expressed her enthusiasm.
She was a fellow lover of all things smutty, and it was such a joy to share my passion for naughty stories with someone.
I got a kick out of teasing Felix, but it was a whole other kind of fun to talk with someone who knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Supernatural fanfic? Did we just become best friends?” she said owlishly.
I knew the exact quote she was aiming for, mimicking the gesture. “Yep!”
The three of us high-fived.
“Baking aficionado and smut fan, are you sent from Heaven?” Asha teased.
I shrugged. “Nomi’s just lucky, I guess.”
“And she likes George of the Jungle…Ash, we need to convince her and Ghost Boy to move in with us,” Emily said in all seriousness.
“Okay, but the real question is whether you find Brendan Fraiser hotter as George or as O’Connell from The Mummy,” Asha asked, green eyes sweeping over to me, her expression pulled into a very business-serious look. She couldn’t hide the laughter in her gaze, though.
“You’re asking me to choose from the two hottest versions of him? Are you trying to make me cry?” I countered, smirking.
“Yeah, as soon as the guys are done doing their macho, don’t need a woman in the room with alphas talking thing, we’re bribing, threatening, or kidnapping to keep our Nomi,” Asha said with a decided nod.
Emily nodded back, and I laughed out loud.
It’d been so long since I’d had this much fun with people I just met. I hadn’t expected the bonus two, but I was glad I got them in all the chaos.