Page 22 of Etched in Stone
Giles produced a piece of paper from under the bar. He wrote down an address.
“Then I suppose it’s quite lucky that there’s been a rumor of a man coming and going from this office. He’s overly fond of pastel suits,” he said, handing the paper to Ray.
Jesse took the paper before Ray could grab it. “Thanks,” she said.
“You’re welcome. And you, pretty lady, are welcome in here anytime.”
“Jesse. Give it to me,” Ray said quietly.
“Don’t be rude. Drink your whiskey,” she replied. She finished off her concoction and to his credit, Ray reached for the glass and drank his own. She put the sticky note in her bra.
“You owe me a dance,” Jesse said. Ray looked at her like she had three heads.
“I don’t-”
“Oh, come on. It’s easy. Just grab ahold of my hips and sway.”
“But-”
“No buts.”
She wasn’t sure where this compulsion was coming from, but she wanted, needed to be close to
him. She placed his hands on her hips and looped her arms around his neck. There was a slower song playing. She didn’t recognize it, but it was easy enough to dance to.
“See? This is nice, isn’t it?” Jesse leaned up against him. It hadn’t occurred to her that in his true form he was wearing little else than an old looking pair of ragged biker shorts. There was definitely something bulging from them.
“Ray?” She pressed up tighter against him. Yes, that was a definite hard on. Her gargoyle had the hots for her. He had the hots for her and he was leaving. Nothing in this life was fair.
But that didn’t have to stop her from living out one fantasy in particular.
“You know, I think it’s time we went somewhere a little more secluded.”
That was all the suggestion needed before they were out the door. Ray turned his camo back on and in no time flat, they were in the back alley behind the apartment building. He pulled her up into his arms and the two of them flew back up to the rooftop garden.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to flying,” Jesse said when her feet were back on the ground.
“I miss it. It’s too dangerous to do it very often in the city. Someone might see. Plus, your technology has had a serious boost in the past ten years. I’m never sure if I’m on the edge or not.
Government services like to keep tech back from the public sector.”
Jesse imagined Ray soaring in a field, doing loop de loops like a boss. She still hadn’t uncoupled her arms from around his neck, and he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to do anything else. Ray put his hands back on her hips and the two of them swayed back and forth to some unheard song.
“I want you,” Ray said.
A spark of anticipation flew across her skin. Somehow she’d always known, despite the grumpy old man camouflage, that this gargoyle was destined to be hers. Through those summer nights when she slept out on the roof as a child to the moment he rescued her to certain death, all the moments were leading to the simple fact that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. Whether for a few weeks or a few hours, she wasn’t going to let anything stand in the way of that basic need.
She tilted her head up and offered her mouth. He claimed it in a searing kiss. He pulled her in closer, wrapping his wings around the two of them. She had thought the bulge in his pants was large at the club. It was huge now. She lowered her hand to stroke him through the material. Jesse wanted to take out that cock and thoroughly examine it. To see what a stone alien member might look like, what it would feel like on her tongue and inside her.
Ray broke off the kiss and started to stammer. “I just want to warn you. I’ve not… it’s been. I haven’t-”
Jesse finally interpreted what he was trying to say.
“So you haven’t had sex since 1940?” Jesse tried to do the math in her head. Eighty or so years was a long time for a dry spell.
“Times were different back then. Jessenia and I, we never… There was very little sex before marriage for a proper girl. We were going to get married when her father returned, but he didn’t make it through Dunkirk, and I was captured.”
“So you and Aunt Olivia never-”
