Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.) (40 page)

Put me in a room with desperate males—begging for a release—and I'll
be fine. Put me in a room with one man, who has devoted his love for me, hugged
me tightly while we slept, and even managed to stay in my bed longer than
anyone but myself and I'd be lost, totally unsure on what to do.

I had the decency to button the shirt up, the sleeves already rolled
so I didn't have to bother with them, and I quickly found my panties and put
them on, walking out of the room before Tristan noticed how new I was at this
whole thing.

“Well, well, well.” Melinda smirked as soon as she saw me. “It must
have been good if you're walking out with his shirt.”

 I rolled my eyes, slumping down on the couch beside her. “I'll
never tell my secrets.”

“Aw, come on, Maya.” She let out a dramatic groan. “I thought we
told each other everything. I've been begging for this day, and now that it's
here you're not going to tell me anything.”

“Sorry.” I made a motion of zipping my lips and throwing away the
key.

“It's fine.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug. “I'll find out
eventually. I always do.”

It was sad to admit, but it was true. She would probably get it out
of me whenever I'm drunk next, or on some other form of intoxication.

“How are you feeling anyway?” she asked, suddenly making the mood
serious.

“I want to say I'm good but the way there's so much secrecy...” I
sighed. “I just don't know.” I wasn't going to deny the fact that it sucked to
know that both Ethan and Tristan were keeping last night away from me.

Melinda's silence however made me look towards her, and by the way
that she had suddenly averted her eyes to the TV—that wasn't even on—startled
me. “You know what happened don't you?”

Before I could start begging her for information, she held her hand
up, silencing me. “I don't know everything that happened. Daniel and I were
outside throughout it all but whatever reason they're doing it, I'm sure it's
for the best. Ethan said that it's not something you need right now.”

Ethan said this. Ethan said that. Ethan can go suck my non-existent
dick.

“You all suck,” I mumbled, crossing my arms immaturely across my
chest. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and played with one of the buttons on
the shirt. My mind couldn't even think up things that could've happened last
night. If it was going to affect me so much, then someone must've died, someone
that was close to me, but it couldn't be because everyone I cared about was
right here. And they would have told me.

Unless... “Has anyone heard from Jamie?”

“Yeah she called your phone like two hours ago but you left it in
your car. We didn't come back until an hour ago.”

I figured Melinda and Daniel would've taken my car. It's not like
they have one of their own. Daniel did, but that was all the way in
Florida
.

Something sweet hit my nose and I instantly got distracted by the
way it smelt. “Is someone cooking pancakes?”

“Yes.” Melinda's sudden outburst startled me. “It’s Daniel. It's
weird though because he's never cooked for us, and... he's been very weird ever
since we woke up.”

“Yum.” My mouth watered at the thought of pancakes. Like Melinda
though, it was odd that Daniel was the one cooking them. “I'm going to go see
what's up.”

“Please do, and report back to me because he won't tell me.” I made
the move to get up, only to stop when Melinda's hand wrapped around my wrist. I
looked down questioningly. She smiled. “I'm glad you're okay, Maya. I would've
kicked some serious ass if you weren't.”

Knowing her, she would. I smiled back. “I'm glad to be okay.”

Daniel was in the kitchen when I walked in, standing in front of a
pan while the smell of his pancakes took over all my senses. This was
definitely a sight for sore eyes.

I leaned against the doorway and watched as he flipped the pancakes,
a smile crawling on my face. “So, you cook now?”

My voice surprised him that he almost dropped the pan. He managed to
control it and place it back on the stove. Putting down his spatula, he wiped
his hands on the dishtowel, throwing his gaze towards me. “I've always cooked,”
he said, like it offended him in a way. “I've just never cooked around you
girls.” His eyes cast down to the fabric covering my chest. “Nice shirt by the
way.”

“Why thank you.” I made a show of modeling it off, only to realize
he was changing the subject. “No don't distract me, why are you cooking?” I
walked over and jumped onto a free space on the counter next to him.

“What? You don't think I can cook?” he asked.

“Oh no, I have no doubt that you can cook.” He slapped away my hand
when I attempted to dip my finger in the batter mix. “I'm just saying that you
never cooked here, and I don't think you would start now. So.” It was a long
shot but I was going to take it. “What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did—” he stopped when he noticed I wasn't
buying it. “Okay, so maybe I might have done something bad last night and
Melinda might hate me.”

Oh, this just got interesting. “Tell me more, Danny boy.”

He arched a brow at my lame rhyme. “Danny boy?”

I shrugged. “It rhymed more in my head than it did when I said it.”

“Right.” He went back to flipping pancakes and I had to kick him to
get him back on the subject.

“Don't avoid me. What did you do?” I asked.

I was sure he was trying to ignore the fact that I was even here,
but he sighed. “Okay, but don't tell her. I want to tell her when she's
distracted so the reaction isn't as bad as it would be if she was told on an
empty stomach.”

“Ah, so that's why you're making pancakes. You think she won't care
if you bear them,” I said. Pancakes were a good try, but I highly doubted that
it would distract Melinda.

He must have done something
really
bad if he had planned all
of this.

“I made out with Sophia last night.”

“You what?” I exclaimed louder than I should have.

“Sh.” He held a finger up to my mouth but it didn't stop the
surprise from showing on my face.

“I can't—” I rolled my eyes and pushed his finger away after failing
to make a clear speech. “I can't believe you. Wait, you didn't... you know?” I
made an idiot out of myself when I repeated the same thing Melinda had done to
me, inserting two fingers into the circle I created with my other hand.

“Of course not, if I did that, I might as well pack my bags and get
the first flight out of here, then I would leave a note and change my name and
address so she can't hunt me down.”

I could only laugh. “As dramatic as that sounds, you would actually
have to do that.”

Melinda could get violent when she wanted to be. Sophia was a close
friend to her so I could see her traveling to
Florida
with an axe. Sophia was also out of bounds. Melinda would kill an incubus
if he touched her, just like I would with Jamie.

“Exactly,” he said, “so I don't know how she's going to react when I
tell her I only made out with Sophia, hence why I'm making pancakes.”

I honestly can not wait for this to go down
. “I'm looking forward to it.” I hopped off the counter and as evil
as my thoughts were, I held my hand out. The questioning look I received
offended me. “Do I get pancakes?”

“Are you going to tell Melinda before I get a chance?”

Lie. Lie. Lie.
“Nope.”

In all honesty, Melinda couldn't be mad at Daniel for long. She
admired him too much for that. She was just going to add a few bruises to his
face and that's it.

Nothing big.

Gratefully taking a plate of pancakes from Daniel, I walked over to
the pantry and retrieved the maple syrup, not really intending on using it for
the pancakes. “Thanks, Daniel.” I walked back to his side with a smile.

He shrugged, giving me a smile back. “Glad to see you walking.”

Walking back out of the kitchen, I placed one of the pancakes in my
mouth, instantly loving the taste even though I hadn't chewed. Melinda sat up
when she saw me. “So why's he cooking?”

I shrugged, second thinking if I should tell her or not. I stared
down at the pancakes and ran through the pros and cons.

Pros if I tell her: I could be entertained by their arguing... oh
wait, Tristan's in the room... Oh! We could both be entertained by the arguing.

Cons if I tell her: Nothing. Daniel wouldn't hate me. He may be
angry, but like Melinda, he'll get over it.

And doing something with Tristan just seemed to overtake everything
else.

Sorry, Daniel.

“He made out with Sophia last night.” I mumbled, the pancake almost
making it hard for me to speak clearly.

“What?” she exclaimed, getting off the couch and storming past me
into the kitchen. “You made out with Sophia? What part of
don’t touch her
did you not understand last night?”

So Melinda had warned Daniel. Ah, that adds about five minutes of
more arguing.

You're a snitch, Maya.

Shut up, subconscious.

“What's all the noise about?” Tristan asked when I walked back in
the room. His eyes instantly went down to the plate of pancakes, and I was sure
that they lit up like a child's when they see candy.

“Melinda and Daniel are arguing,” I mumbled again. This pancake was
really getting annoying. I placed the plate on the bed, finally taking the
pancake out and crawling over to Tristan. “This means.” Feeling pretty
confident, I swung my leg over his body, making sure the blanket was pushed
down so I could feel his skin on my thighs. “We have about fifteen to twenty
minutes before things go silent.”

A grin pulled up on his lips and his hands went under his shirt to
grip my hips. “I wonder what we could do in that spare time.”

“Well,” I smirked, starting to feel my confident side turn into a
more devious character. “Did you know…?” I put the half eaten pancake on the
plate, picking up the maple syrup and putting a bit on my finger. “Maple syrup
is made from the sap of some maple trees—don't ask me which ones because I will
get it wrong.”

I could see him fighting a smile and his fingers crawled up my
sides. “I do know that, but continue.”

“Well, I was thinking that because we're in the sappy stage.” I
grinned, finding this really amusing. “We could maybe spice up the sap a bit.”

“So you bring maple syrup into it?” he asked.

“Yes,” I nodded seriously. “Because it apparently has a good amount
of…” I flicked my eyes down. “Naturally occurring minerals such as calcium,
manganese, potassium and magnesium.”

“You're reading that off the back of the bottle, aren't you?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that question.” I answered, licking
the syrup off my finger and flicking my eyes to his.

I watched his eyes darken to a more vibrant blue and his hips
shifted, telling me that he hadn't taken care of his... little friend yet.
“And, what do you plan on doing with that?”

Instead of answering him, I put more syrup on my finger, reaching
over and smearing it over his lips slowly, and pulling it away when he nipped
at my skin.

Leaning forward until I was an inch from his lips, I whispered, “I
can tell you that I don't want to eat the pancakes with it.” I was tempted to
lick the syrup off right there and then but I wasn't fully done.

Ignoring the groan from him when I leaned back, I put more of the
syrup on my finger and started working it down the center of his hard chest.
The flawless skin was smooth and hairless under my finger, and when I reached
his sternum—where the start of his abs were—my own breath hitched at the
intimacy of my actions.

He didn't speak as I traced the syrup through each line of his
abdomen, yet I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. I spent an equal
amount of time running my finger through each groove, loving the way his
breathing was as uneven as mine.

“Maya,” his voice was rough, and impatience was definitely
noticeable. Time was running out though, and I was sure that either Melinda or
Daniel would ruin this.

Starting from the above his belly button, I ran my tongue along the
outline of his abs, taking my sweet time so I could savor the taste of the
maple syrup mixed with the perfection of his skin. I felt his fingers hold my
hair from sticking and I was glad for that. I really should've thought about
that before doing this.

I was half way up his abdomen when irritation started to pass
through me. The way his erection was touching me was so distracting that I just
wanted this to end so I could kiss him and he'd take over. I could hear him
starting to pant and one of his hands were running along my shoulder blades
smoothly.

The way this whole scene was starting to become erotic made me hate
that I put so much on him. It was getting the best of me.