Page 167 of False Comeback

He nodded, nibbling his lower lip as he gazed at me. “Yes. Alright.”

“But anyway, you’re right. We’re both pretty impatient people. We can learn to be patient with each other.” With a smirk, I leaned in to nuzzle his mouth. “Except I don’t know how well you’re gonna learn to be patient in bed.”

His breath hitched. He weakly protested, “I-I can be patient in—”

“You turn into a desperate little slut the moment I touch you.” I laughed, trailing my fingertips down the crease of his ass and watching hungrily as heat flared in his eyes.

He gave me a sly grin. “You love it, though.”

My belly swooped with lust, cock twitching against his thigh. I stepped back and jerked my chin at the bed behind him, my voice gravelly when I rasped, “Get on the bed with your knees against your chest.”

His little fangs gleamed as he grinned, turning to walk away. I growled the moment his ass was in sight, reaching down to squeeze my hardening dick.

Glancing back over his shoulder, he innocently asked, “Don’t you need to call Holt back?”

“Fuck Holt,” I said succinctly, prowling after him like a hungry beast. “You’re more important.”

He’d always been more important.

It had just taken me a long fucking time to realise it.

Chapter Fifty-One

Corey Takes All The Credit

Crossbody

Somehow, two full days passed before Vince remembered to actually call Holt back.

It was Sunday evening, and we were once again lounging in his bed, where we’d spent most of the weekend. Rob had actually asked Vince if he could have Lady Potato for a couple more days, gods only knew why, so we had decided to stay at Vince’s for the weekend.

Both of us were naked—unsurprisingly—as we ate greasy, squished burgers and watched reality television. Vince had told me that all he’d wanted when he was a kid was a TV in his bedroom, that it had seemed like the height of luxury to him at the time, so it had been one of the first things he’d bought when he got his own place.

“You like it?” he asked through his mouthful, nodding at the half-eaten burger in my hand.

“Mmm.” It was, quite possibly, the best thing I’d ever eaten. Grilled beef and melted cheese and pickles. Lettuce that should have been disgusting, because it was starting to go soggy, and a soft brioche bun that squashed too easily under my fingers, which were covered in meat juice and some kind of tangy sauce.

I took another huge bite, relaxing deeper onto the bed. My head was resting on the front of Vince’s shoulder, his arm draped around my neck and over my chest.

I never wanted to move. I’d never been this comfortable.

Why hadn’t I ever considered eating in bed before? And having a television in my bedroom? This was bliss.

Vince chuckled, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll take you out for pizza this week.”

Yes, I had, I was ashamed to admit, never tried pizza before. I’d never seen Vince more horrified than when I’d told him, after he asked me what I wanted for dinner.

I’d gone with burgers though, wanting to try them after remembering that conversation with Corey in the bar a while back. Last night, Vince had made us a huge bowl of fettuccine alfredo, and Friday night, we’d had Chinese food. I had tried that before, but only from an upscale restaurant downtown. Not takeout.

The takeout had been better.

I finished my burger and wiped my fingers clean with a napkin, then reached for our beer bottles on the nightstand. Another new experience for me, and another delicious one. It was cold and fizzy and almost earthy in taste, far more refreshing than water after the saltiness of the burger.

I passed Vince his beer and took a long gulp of mine, snuggling deeper into his side, my eyelids drooping with satiation as I gazed at the TV. It was like I’d only ever experienced this world through a foggy lens before, and now Vince had taken that lens off to make me see everything in full colour.

“I’m going to feel so sluggish at work tomorrow,” I mumbled drowsily between swallows of beer. “I never eat like this. And I haven’t worked out in… over a week.”

“Neither have I, but I always just bounce back.” Vince tipped his bottle to swallow the last of his beer. “Always got too much energy to burn off anyway.”