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  She laughed. “I’m a guardian angel—I don’t get headaches. Or fevers. Something is attacking me. Making my memories… scattered. I’m getting a sense of tracking… something feels off. We need to rest.”

  An uneasy feeling came over Luke, and he put a hand over his chest. “The demon. She’s been affecting me, too.”

  Naomi nodded. “Of course. It makes sense, but I thought… Oh.” She shuddered, arms held tight around herself. “In the past, there were always three of us. I’ve never, I mean… I’ve never had to defend you against demons by myself.”

  “And before me?”

  “I don’t remember a time before you. If there was one, it’s gone from my memory.”

  He nodded, for some reason feeling comforted by that statement. It wasn’t like she was his girlfriend, but the idea of her being with anyone else, especially a guy, rubbed him wrong. He glanced at the church and shrugged. “Can we stay there?”

  She frowned. “Does one stay in a church?”

  “Not usually,” he admitted.

  “And with her inside you,” Naomi ran a hand over his chest, stopping with her hand over his. “I don’t think it would work. I mean, I don’t think we would even be able to enter.”

  He considered that, glanced down at her other arm still around his waist, then let his eyes slowly rise to meet hers. “So, we get a hotel?”

  “I think we have to.” Her eyes looked at him innocently, but after a second they widened. “Don’t get the wrong idea. Whatever’s going on in your mind, I will assume is because of the demon, and forgive you. Please, do try to restrain yourself.”

  He nodded, unable to stop his mind from imagining the two of them in a hotel room. Images of them rolling around on a heart-shaped bed filled his mind, and images of the same in a hot tub, her hand on his cock, slowly caressing it, then pumping faster and faster. He started thinking of the two of them on the bed, him tossing her around, sheets tangled up with their limbs, the sweet taste of her pussy as he buried his face between her legs.

  “Luke.” She stared at him. “Stay with me. Her other hand, the one on his waist, suddenly jerked over and grabbed the tip of his dick through his pants. Her eyes went wide and she withdrew the hand.

  “I’m confused.” He glanced down, then back at her.

  Her eyes were wide with horror at what she had done. “That wasn’t me. Maybe because I’m using my powers to contain her, and I’m feeling weak… But that wasn’t me.”

  “If it was, you wouldn’t have to be ashamed of it. I mean, you have free will, now…”

  “Stop it. I am an angel. A guardian angel, and yours.”

  “I’m saying…”

  “You’re saying that it would be okay for me to want you. For me to act on that. But what we aren’t accounting for is that it might be the demon saying these things. Maybe the demon who would entice me to do this, and the next day I would regret it. You might regret it, and we would both resent each other.”

  He wanted to believe that wasn’t the case, that they could leap off the bike and take each other right there. As the thought hit him, though, he knew the demon was probably at least partially behind it. He had to laugh, because never in his life had he considered that lustful thoughts could have anything to do with demons. Now, he started to think how absurd the idea was, except that he knew that such actions would dissuade them from their task. So, it made sense that the demon would want him thinking this way.

  He lifted his helmet and put it back on. “Let’s hit the road.”

  “Yes, let’s.” Naomi put her helmet back on, wrapped her arms around him, and held tight.

  He couldn’t help noticing the way her hips were tight against his, her breasts pressed against his back, and her heavy breathing as they rode.

  And ride they did, as fast as he could without having to worry about the police. On long stretches of road when he knew it would be fine, he reached well upward of ninety miles per hour. He was letting his sexual frustration out via the road. People often called some motorcycles crotch rockets, and now he understood why Although, this one wasn’t exactly a crotch rocket, as it allowed for less leaning forward. For once, he was thinking of something nonsexual. Passing a large billboard for a nearby diner that had a sign for beef stroganoff, he had an overwhelming urge to feed his desires with delicious creamy pasta and meat.

  “Hungry?” he asked. “We’ll need to eat before we find a hotel. We don’t know if they’ll have food there, and if we’re weak… We might succumb to our desires.”

  “My thinking exactly,” she said, and gave him a tight squeeze.

  6

  The diner wasn’t fancy but had a nice hedge upfront that surrounded a patio, giving it a peaceful, secluded feel. Large patio lights were on outside, and inside was a tall stuffed bear. Naomi glanced at him as they entered. “Remind you of summer?”

  Luke chuckled, then blushed. “I sometimes forget that you’ve lived most of my life with me.”

  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, it might be weird if I was something other than your guardian angel.”

  In his mind, she was something more. It was hard to think of a beautiful woman that you’d seen naked and had kissed, maybe spent your whole lives together without knowing it, as anything other than a beautiful woman. A woman that he wanted to share experiences with, to talk to all night long while holding her in his arms, but she was sad. She was a guardian angel, one who supposedly had been with him his whole life, seeing his ups and downs, even his first time. She had been with him at a lodge that looked much like this, where he had taken a girl named Eliza.

  The hostess came along and showed them to their table, and seated them with menus.

  Knowing that Naomi might be thinking about that lodge long ago, he looked up at her. “You know, it was like my second time. Not my fault…”

  She held up a hand. “You don’t have to explain any of that to me. I saw you the next time, and the time after that. I mean, not that I was looking. I wasn’t really paying attention back then, but now that I think of it…”

  “What?”

  “Now that I’m thinking about it, it’s like I’m able to see it all for the first time.” Now she was blushing, too, eyes on the table, pointedly not making eye contact with him. “Back then. Since I didn’t have free will, it didn’t really affect me, and now I’m seeing, oh God… I mean…”

  “Stop it, please. I mean, if you’re able. Can you focus on, I don’t know, what you want to eat, maybe?”

  “Jalapeno poppers.” She pointed to the menu, holding it up with excitement. “You used to always order these, right? And I would watch you eating them. It was such fun. Tantalizing, almost.”

  He eyed her with an arched eyebrow and laughed. “How is that you were able to enjoy watching me eat jalapeno poppers, but not the other stuff? You know….”

  She tucked her hair behind her ear in a sensual way, but then looked back at him and shrugged. “Stars if I know. Maybe it’s related to sin? Or, I don’t know. But the point is, I want to try them.”

  “Of course.” He scanned the menu, his focus landing on mozzarella sticks, a juicy cheeseburger with bacon, and milkshakes. “Might as well go all out, right?”

  She grinned excitedly.

  When the waitress came over, Naomi went ahead and ordered all that amazing stuff, and soon they had milkshakes that they were sipping through straws while grinning at each other like children. The jalapeno poppers came along with the mozzarella sticks, and Naomi was ecstatic as she ate them, licked the grease from her fingers, and then stared at him with wide eyes.

  “I’ve been missing so much in my life.” She licked her lips.

  “What d’you mean?” he asked, sensing that there was more to her meaning than the words implied.

  “If jalapeno poppers and mozzarella sticks are so great, how much better is…”

  “Sex?” He leaned in with a whisper. “Are you saying you’re curious?”

  “I was thinking about it on the drive over.” This time, her eyes didn’t leave his. “And if I have free will, maybe there’s a reason. Maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong… And I mean, if I was going to do it with anyone, maybe doing it with you seems logical.”

  “Logical.” He chuckled, glancing up to see that the waitresses had brought their bacon cheeseburger, cut in half for them to share. After she left it and asked if they wanted anything else and he’d said no, she walked away and left them to their conversation.

  “When I say logical, I mean because I know you so well. Because I care for you.” Naomi took her cheeseburger, eyeing it with fascination. “And because I know what you like, and believe you know how to please a woman.”

  He’d been about to bite into his burger but suddenly felt very uncomfortable, so he put it down. “I’m not sure if I should feel more comfortable with you knowing all this, or whether I feel incredibly insecure.”

  “Imagine a display.” She took a bite, moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head, then finally swallowed. “Holy heavens, that is amazing.”

  “You were saying?”

  “Right. Think of it this way.” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Imagine if you were one part male, one part female. Would it be so weird if the female part of you knew everything about you, including the time you measured yourself, the many times you touched yourself, or how you please a woman?”

  “I’m not sure I want to imagine this scenario…”

  “It’s kind of like that. I never judged you, I never thought less or more of you, necessarily, during all those times. If we were to make love, it would be almost like doing so with yourself.” She put her hand to her mouth, eyes going wide. “Did I say that?”

  “Relax. It’s not that big a deal.” He cocked his head, considering her. Of course, he wanted to make love to her, or fuck her. Of course, he wanted her more than anything. And that definitely wasn’t the demon inside him talking. But no matter how he thought of it, he couldn’t think of her as any version of himself. No female split-off version of himself would look so good.

  She smiled, clearing her throat.

  With a sip of his milkshake, he met her gaze. “To be clear, I would never say no to you.”

  Her look of horror changed to one of interest, then glee. “It’s settled. First chance I get, we fuck.”

  This time, she hadn’t bothered to whisper. As if not realizing she had said it, she simply picked up her burger and started eating again. She smiled at him, completely oblivious to the curious looks from those around them and the laughter from the waitress who had overheard as she’d been coming to check on waters. Luke was about to be embarrassed, but with one look at Naomi, remembered that the idea of this woman fucking him was the last thing in the world to be embarrassed about. He simply smiled and nodded at the old man who was grinning at him from across the way, then returned to his burger.

  Soon they were done and back on the road again, his mind racing with ideas for how their first time together could go. Where they could do it, all the different positions, and how many times he could try to make her orgasm. First things first, though—they needed to get to the church, find the angel that could help them, and be done with the demon.

  7

  Luke pulled up to the hotel, or what the GPS said was a hotel. When he looked at the row of matching small buildings and the neon flashing sign out front that read ‘enjoy the best time of your life’, he knew this wasn’t going to be the fancy experience he had hoped for. When he imagined making a move on her, he thought of a nice hotel, maybe some kind of theme to the rooms that made it all sexy and romantic. Not that Naomi was in any way making him think that was a possibility, but still.

  If it did happen, and considering that he couldn’t get his mind off her pussy, he really hoped it did… If it did happen, he wanted it to be somewhere nice. The low moan of disappointment that escaped his lips gave her an indication of what he was thinking. She patted him on the shoulder, got off the bike and removed her helmet.

  “Hey, come on.” She gestured to the building. “It wasn’t like it’s going to happen, anyway.”

  “Who said I was…”

  “Luke, I’ve known you all your life. I’ve seen you go through your phases… I’m not judging. I’m saying I know what you would like. In this scenario.”

  “It’s not gonna happen?”

  “Just a room for the night. Nothing more.” She looked at him, smiled, and shrugged. “It’s not like we know if it would work, anyway.”

  “I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean. I guarantee it would work.”

  “Not your penis. I mean, the whole action. Angel, after all.”

  “You have the equipment. I’ve seen it.”

  “Sort of, except that I don’t know if anything can go in there, really.” She glanced down, suddenly looking curious, but then shook her head. “I think that demon in you is really affecting me now that we’re in this situation. Come on, let’s check in and focus on the mission. Or whatever.”

  She headed off for the hotel—or rather, motel—reception office, leaving Luke to stare after her. He pretended not to watch her ass, pretended not to be imagining taking her and bending her over right there. Of course, he wanted that, and if the demon was involved in any way in this lustful moment, it was only to fuel the flames.

  Shaking his head, he locked up the bike with the helmets, then followed her into the motel to check in. It was going to be a long night.

  They checked in easily enough, but as soon as they were in the only room that had been available—which happened have one king size bed—the sexual tension became a tad overwhelming. Luke once again had a raging boner. Naomi glanced at him, her eyes darting between his and his crotch, then went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. A long silence followed.

  “Do you even use the toilet?” Luke called after her.

  “No.”

  “So… What are you doing?” Luke moved two steps toward the bathroom, considering opening the door to offer release, maybe the two of them getting in the shower and having some fun. He closed his eyes and shook his head, waiting for a response.

  After a few more moments of silence, Naomi replied, “I’m going to sleep in here, I think. Or maybe… I dunno.”

  “Can’t you simply disappear? Go to heaven? Wherever you are when you’re not around me?”

  “I’m always around you,” she replied. “Guardian angels become invisible. Sometimes we float around and stuff like that. Lately, the whole floating around thing is easy, ever since the change in the afterlife.”

  “I see.” He glanced at the bathroom door one last time, then went over to the bed and threw himself onto it to stare up at the ceiling. One hand made its way down to the front of his pants, found his cock, and started stroking it.

  His eyes were still closed. He started to imagine Naomi, but then her shape transformed. Horns appeared, then blue-and-white skin with black streaks… the demon. She stroked his cock, working through his hand. He opened his eyes and rolled off the bed, landing right in front of the bathroom door, which was now ajar. Naomi stared out at him, and quickly shut it.

  “Did you see…?” He stood, hand on the doorknob as he waited for a response.

  “I might have been watching.”

  “It wasn’t me.” He opened the bathroom door and saw her sitting on the toilet, hand between her legs. “Oh…”

  She pulled her hand away and brought it to her mouth, her tongue flicking out and tasting her finger. She eyed him with guilt, and said, “Do it again.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Touch yourself. For me. I want to see it.”

  Licking his lips, Luke tilted his head. His overwhelming urge to please her took over, and without a second thought he undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and then pulled them down, underwear and all. His hard cock stood erect, veins bulging, head as large as it ever got. He started stroking it, eyes on her, watching as she watched him with lust and hunger. And then her dress was out of the way and her hand was between her legs, fingers moving in circles and rubbing vigorously. He moaned, stroking slowly now, licking his lips at the sight.

  Suddenly, she was up and moving to him, then grabbed his cock in her hand and stroked hard and fast. Her lips met his. Her tongue tasted of honey, and her scent filled his nose with each inhale, bringing him into a trancelike state. The ecstasy of her touch sent warm tingles through his body. His breathing intensified, each breath harder and louder.

  Without warning, she pushed herself away from him and stared at her hands in horror. She had already touched him before, jacking him off. But now, it was like she was losing control, doing things she hadn’t planned.

  “Don’t stop…” He took a step toward her, nearly tripping with his pants around his ankles. “Please.”

  She bit her lip and shook her head. “I can’t do this.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  Determination filled her eyes and she repeated, “I can’t.”

  She stormed past him. He glanced over his shoulder to see her crawl into the bed and pull the blankets over her head, as the door closed.

  Ensuring the door was closed, he turned on the shower. She wasn’t going to do this. It needed to be done. He wasn’t about to get blue balls and be stuck in pain.

  The steam from the shower started to take on a womanly shape. Then wings and horns appeared, and he understood what it was. When that shape of steam knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth, he didn’t feel one ounce of guilt. The demon’s head bobbed up and down on him, and all he wanted was release.

  He grabbed the shower bar, moaning as he let the demon take him. Finally, release. The demon vanished as his cum shot all over the shower wall, washed away by the water. He stood there, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure, but also regret. Regret that it hadn’t been Naomi, and regret that it had been the demon. He didn’t know what that would mean yet, if anything at all, but knew it had to be wrong on some level.