Page 59 of False Comeback

“I know.”

Another long pause, followed by, “I don’t know why I called you.”

“Uh, okay.” My brow creased. I faced away from the two guys out here and kept my voice low, and I didn’t really know why. It wasn’t like it was a secret that he’d called me. Especially not from two strangers.

It wasn’t like we were going to talk about anything… private. I was pretty sure Crossbody would sooner lop off his precious wings than talk to me about what we’d done.

Three times now.

“Say something,” he said, and my brow creased further.

“You called me.”

“I know.” There was a tiny groan, followed by what sounded like sheets rustling, and my gut clenched again.

Was he in bed?

Why was he calling me while he was in bed?

“What do you want?” I asked, a bit more tersely than was warranted, because I didn’t like the way this was making me feel.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, sounding drowsy. “I don’t know what I want.”

I scrubbed a hand roughly over my face, and for some reason I wasn’t hanging up. I should’ve just told him to leave me alone and hung up. I had no fucking idea why he was calling me. Crossbody hated me.

“Vince,” he mumbled, making my breath catch. “Say something.”

I huffed and shoved a hand through my hair. “You called me, Crossbody.”

“I know.”

There was another rustle of sheets, and I clenched my jaw as I pictured him lying in bed and heat stabbed through the pit of my stomach.

Was he naked?

“What are you doing?” I heard myself ask, my voice low and husky.

“I’m in bed.”

The heat swelled, twisting through my insides, making my cock twitch in my jeans. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” His voice sounded breathier now, and I could definitely hear sheets rustling. “Keep talking.”

“What do you want me to say?”

There was a pause as Crossbody’s breath shallowed, and my cock jerked, balls tightening. Was he…?

“What you said to me before.” His breath hitched. “In the arena. What you called me.”

My nostrils flared, spine snapping straight. Holy shit. Had Crossbody called me to have phone sex?

I quickly glanced back and realised the two guys were gone, then hunched over further and lowered my voice even more. Knowing I shouldn’t, knowing this would just make things even more confusing and fucked up, I rasped, “You want me to remind you what a little slut you are?”

Crossbody let out a breathy moan. The rustling sound grew more rhythmic—his hand rasping over the sheets as he stroked his cock.

Holy fuck. Crossbody was masturbating on the phone to me.

“Do you wish I was there, playing with your cock?” I heard myself rasp, having no fucking idea how I’d ended up in this position in the space of a few minutes. Standing in the corner of Gargy’s patio with a throbbing erection while I listened to Crossbody touch himself over the phone.