Myths and Gargoyles by Jamie Hawke (interesting books to read in english txt) 📕

in this creepy place is amazing, and all you can say is ‘fuck?’”

“I mean, you’re amazing. Damn. I mean…” I finally stepped back, motioning her in.

“You’re inviting me?” she asked.

The question caused a pain in my chest and a chill up my spine, my eyes moving for the door. My aunt had been kind enough to let me stay, and I didn’t want to betray her trust on my first night. Still… this was Steph. What was I going to do, turn her away? My little friend downstairs certainly didn’t want that.

“Just for a bit,” I hissed, motioning her in. “If my aunt comes back and finds you…”

“Wait, she’s not even here? Oh, that’s rich. And what, she’ll kick you out?” Steph climbed in, and only in the light was I able to see the cute outfit she had on. Black leggings or long socks, I don’t know what they’re called, which went up to her mid thighs and left a few inches of bare skin below her black skirt. A peppered brown sweater, her black hair coming down on her left side, wavy, and a tan beanie that didn’t make sense in this humidity. She noticed my gaze and hit me. “Stop staring.”

“Just… trying a new style?”

“Maybe I am. Like it?” She gave a spin, making it clear that my answer was a resounding yes. I fucking loved it.

At my nod, she bit her lip, pushed me back to the bed, and then straddled me. “What should we do?”

“I can think of a thing or two.”

Her hands ran across my chest, moving down to my abs, and then she arched an eyebrow, looking at the door. “Let’s see this place first.”

“What?” I practically hissed.

“Come on, I’ve never been in a house this big. And… you said so yourself, she’s not around, right? She’s out. So… treat a girl.” When she saw that I wasn’t convinced, she leaned down, hand going between our bodies to caress my package. She whispered in my ear, “Maybe we find a special balcony to fuck on while looking out over the city. Hmm? Bend me over the railing, test my ability to not scream your name?”

“In the short amount of time since I left, you must’ve watched a lot of porn or something to get you this worked up.”

She squeezed, playfully.

“Okay, okay,” I said, unable to get the image out of my head of me doing her while the city lights sparkled beneath us. Seeing as I had no idea what my aunt would do if she found out I had a girl in the house, I figured it could be worth it. Maybe. At most, she’d probably give me a warning, since it would be my first—and likely last—time.

Steph giggled and ran off. Halfway up the next set of stairs, she turned, one foot three steps past the other, and looked back. At my angle, I didn’t have a clear view of anything but saw a lot of leg. That was enough.

“Come here, you little tease,” I growled playfully, and took off after her. She let out a giggle and ran off again until I caught her on the next level up, the two of us kissing, until I fell back and hit my head on the edge of a painting’s oversized frame.

“Damn,” I said, turning to see my aunt staring down at me. A painting of my aunt, that is. I actually recognized her, which surprised me since it had been so long. Pictures, I guess.

“That’s her, huh?” Steph stepped up to the image, running a finger along the edge of the woman’s white coat. “Fancy, like the house.”

“Apparently,” I replied, rubbing my head.

She turned back to me, pouted, and took my hand. “Come on, let’s see if she has some frozen peas or something to put on that. Besides, I’m starved.”

“That reminds me, there’s food already made. I was hoping we could… build up an appetite first?”

Steph grinned, winked, and said, “Let’s get you that ice, though.”

“I’m fine, really.”

She hesitated, glanced around, and nodded to a nearby door. My gut said to not go snooping. I hadn’t even had a chance to say hello, and already I was going into rooms I wasn’t sure it was okay for me to be in? But watching Steph’s hips as she led the way, I didn’t feel the choice was really mine.

It was dark in the room, and as soon as we were in, she dropped my hand in order to walk up to a case full of old relics, staring in awe. Or not, as her eyes were darting across each item as if looking for something.

“What—” I started to ask, but she cut me off with a curse.

“All this, it’s… I mean, how much can all this be worth?”

“Steph…” I cocked my head, hoping she wasn’t going to suggest that we steal it and sell my aunt’s possessions to make some money.

Her wink told me she wasn’t going in that direction. “Only pondering. Don’t be so uptight.”

“I’m not uptight.”

“Yeah?” She walked to the corner, looking over more glass cabinets with shelf upon shelf covered with items. Strange ones like ceramic dolls and little crystal figurines such as dragons and cats. One case was all plates with images painted on them. Steph turned to me, eyes full of mischief. “If she has all this junk out here, what do you suppose she has hidden?”

“Stop.” I walked over to her, took her hands, and tried to kiss her.

She moved her lips aside and nibbled on my ear instead before saying, “Come on, let’s see what we can find.”

Going past me to cross the hall and enter the next room over, she started to make me worry. I hadn’t known this girl long, and as far as I knew, she could be a total klepto.

“Steph, stop,” I called out, then jogged after her, careful to shut the door behind me.

“I’m just having fun,” she said, already looking around the room, hands even tracing the