Page 28 of My Silent Demon

Chapter 13

Osian

N and I sprawled side-by-side on my couch. She was wrapped in my arms and tucked against my chest as we watched a mindless TV show.

A blanket covered our lower bodies. If it didn’t, any visitor would see the front of my jeans was open and her skirt was up around her hips, my cock pressed inside her.

I kissed N’s hair. Resting like this was peaceful, and I felt so much closer to her. Cock warming, she called it. She said there was nothing sexual about it.

“What’s your favorite food?” she asked.

Spaghetti with meatballs and cheesy garlic bread.My stomach growled.You’re making me hungry.

She laughed.

I smiled and nuzzled my nose against her neck. One of my hands slid under her tank top and cupped a breast. She pretended not to notice, but I knew she did when her nipple pebbled under my palm.

“That’s my meal, too. What’s your favorite color?” she asked.

Orange. Yours?

“Red. Some kids in elementary school tried to convince me it couldn’t be because red is a boy’s color, but I told them to go fuck themselves.”

I laughed.Of course you did.

N giggled and her pussy squeezed my cock. I groaned and bit her shoulder. Behave, I repeated to myself. No sex.

I was a terror as a kid. You would’ve hated me.

I released her shoulder and ran my tongue over the bite marks my teeth left.

“I could never hate you.” N squeezed my arm.

We’ll have to agree to disagree. Pretty sure I inspired a few of the Ten Commandments.

N laughed and smacked me. “Liar.”

I never lie.I kissed her neck.

“What’s with the peppermint candy? You always smell like peppermint.”

I used to smoke. The candy helped me kick the habit. But I’ve never kicked the candy. Who would want to? It’s delicious.

N laughed. I pressed my face into her hair.

What was your childhood like?

“I grew up in foster care. Besides that, it was pretty normal.”

My arms tightened around her.Why foster care?

“My parents left me in one of those baby drop boxes at a fire station. The ones where you can leave a kid within so many days of birth, no questions asked. After that, I bounced around. I acted out a lot, and no one wanted to adopt me.”

That was rough. She tried to sound flippant, like it didn’t hurt her, but I could tell that it did.

You were a little demon, were you?I teased to break the mood.

“I guess I was,” she laughed.

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