Cafe Midnight: Americano Misto by Cynthia Sax

Café Midnight: Americano Misto

by Cynthia Sax Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-604-1

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Interracial, Magic

Series: Café Midnight

Length: Novella

Page Count: 36

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Blurb:
Pierce can travel back and forth between dimensions. In the human world, he resembles a normal man. In the other dimension, he is mist. He has lived his life believing he is the only one of his kind.
Primitive sex is the only thing binding Keisha to reality. When the brightly colored madness comes for her, she rushes into a coffee shop, and orders much more than an Americano Misto. What she gets is a mysterious man, and a sexual encounter so steamy, it bridges both dimensions.
Excerpt:
Café Midnight: Americano Misto
Cynthia Sax
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Copyright ©2011 Cynthia Sax

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"I'm so sorry." Keisha rolled off the sprawled, shrieking woman, and scrambled to her feet. Groceries were scattered everywhere. Spilt milk from a flattened carton dripped down her bare legs, an apple rolled on the sidewalk, and eggs lay broken, scrambled on the hot concrete, but Keisha didn't stop to help gather them up. She couldn't.
She glanced behind her. The unnatural mist rolled nearer, calling to her, the grays and blacks of the cityscape swirling into a hazy mass. On the other side of that moving wall lay the bright oranges and pinks and blues of madness.
She wouldn't allow it to draw her in.
Keisha ran from the mist, scanning the building-filled horizon for her unsuspecting savior. The edges of her world, the realm of reality, were blurring, and she had to ground herself to something, someone. There was only one way to do that. She needed the deep physical connection that came with sex.
A dark haired man stood by a building, a handheld in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. He was young and fit and large enough to cover her completely. He would do. Keisha approached him, slowing her pace so she didn't spook him. Her past hunting had taught her she couldn't appear too desperate, or he'd dart away. He lifted the cup to his lips.
She stopped. She recognized the logo on the cup. Keisha turned her head, surveying her surroundings, and spotted the earthy tones of the Cafe Midnight sign across the street. Hope loosened the coils of fear inside her. She was safe.
Cafe Midnight might resemble any other up scale coffee house, with its tropical decor and pretty boy baristas, but she'd heard they also had a reputation for serving up multiple orgasms with their java. She wouldn't have to proposition a stranger, risking time-wasting rejection. She could order a guaranteed "yes" instead.
The mist rolled closer, the pull of madness tugging at her. It spurred her into action. She darted across the street, dodging honking cars, and burst through the glass doors, making a beeline for the counter. "Mist," she panted the first word that came to her mind.
"One Americano Misto coming right up." The aggravatingly perky barista tapped her order into the register.
"No." She grabbed his thin, tanned forearms. "I want --" Sex, dirty, raw, primitive sex.
"I know what you want, miss." The employee gently removed her hands. He was stronger than he looked. "And I'm not the being to give it to you, but if you take a seat, we'll have someone bring it to you." His smile conveyed understanding.
He couldn't understand. He was sane. She was not. "Quickly." She hadn't much time. The mist seeped between the door and the frame, and it would reach her within minutes. Keisha positioned herself at a table for two, farthest from the door, closest to the counter. She needed someone, anyone.
A burly man sat at the table beside her. He had a yellow plaid jacket on, and his black leather pants were stretched tight over a huge bulge. He casually rubbed that bulge with one big hand. He looked solid, and human, and his cock would more than do. "Sir." The psychedelic lumberjack turned his head. His beard was green, and his red eyes looked right through her, a tiny spark of light dancing around his head. She recoiled from him. He wasn't real. He wasn't part of their world. The madness had found her.
Keisha's legs were yanked apart, her bare ankles pressed against the cold steel of the chair legs. She struggled, but she was too late. The mist had her, its ghostly fingers stroking up her legs, over her calves, caressing her inner thighs. The cool air feathered the hot folds of her pussy, and she moaned with arousal.
She knew the mist only existed in her mind, as Keisha had often, even as a child, seen what wasn't there. She'd turn her head quickly and catch a glimpse of a fleeing creature. She'd look into the night and see forms detach from the shadows. The beings never touched her, however, not before today.
The mist fanned her pussy lips while pulsing compressed air into her tight hole. Her clit was attended to also, the light tapping on that pleasure button making her entire body hum, and she wiggled, her ass sliding over the wooden seat, searching for blessed friction. "I need..."
"What do you need?" a deep voice asked.
Keisha looked up into a pair of sparkling gray eyes, and her breath caught. The man's face was pale, with lines etched around a curved mouth. His short hair was a striking silver, and he dressed in a matching monochrome, wearing a classic gray suit, a plain gray tie, and a stark white shirt. He was classy and distinguished, and a tiny part of her squirmed with embarrassment over what she needed from him. "Your cock. In my pussy. Now."
He blinked those gray eyes slowly. "Not here." He placed the disposable brown coffee cup on the table, wrapped his long fingers around her wrist, and pulled her to her feet. "Come." The stranger dragged her through a back room, along a narrow hallway to a closed door. He rapped on the wood before swinging the door open.
"Here." The space was empty and small. There was a desk piled high with papers, and two chairs stacked with full file folders. "Bend over." He unzipped his pants.
"No." She tugged up her skirt, exposing her neatly groomed mound. "I need you to fuck me face-to-face, your tongue in my mouth, your cock in my pussy." The mist had accompanied them, undeterred by her new companion, and she required the full human connection to banish it. "Hard and fast and wild."
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