Page 20 of Double Shot

“Of course I didn’t, you horny dipshit.” Vince rolled his eyes, but I saw him sneakily glance at his boyfriend to gauge how intrigued he was by the idea.

High Lord Crossbody cleared his throat, cheeks still pink. “So, how was your date?” he asked in a bored-sounding drawl, as if he didn’t even care about the answer.

I sagged a little and shrugged. “Meh.”

They exchanged a look.

“Have you been back to watch the wrestling?” Vince asked as High Lord Crossbody paid for their room.

“I haven’t, actually.” I wanted to go again, but with Nat this time, and we’d just kind of forgotten to book tickets. We were both pretty bad at remembering to do stuff. Just in general.

“Lost interest in our boy B. Were, then, huh?” Vince chuckled.

I perked up. “The werewolf? He was so hot.”

Vince’s mouth twitched. “He was at Gargy’s last night too.”

“He was?” I pouted, shoulders slumping. “I missed him too. What the Hell.”

I couldn’t believe I’d been in the vicinity of a bunch of hot professional wrestlers while I was stuck listening to Clarence talk about his winemaking kink.

Yes, that was right. Winemaking kink. He got off to the feel of the grapes squishing under his hooves, and he’d decided our first date was the time and place to share that with me.

“Guess the date was a good one,” High Lord Crossbody commented, tucking his wallet back into his fancy tailored pants.

I made a face, trying not to picture Clarence writhing in ecstasy in a barrel of squished grapes. I didn’t care what people were into, but that didn’t mean I had to be into it too. “It really wasn’t.”

“That’s a shame.” The fae sounded mostly disinterested. He looked over at Vince, shifting closer and sliding a hand onto the ghoul’s lower back. “Shall we, darling?”

Unholy fuck, I literally swooned, pressing a hand to my chest as I gazed at them. I was so jealous. Why didn’t I have a beautiful fae prince calling me ‘darling’ right before he rode my dick all night until I passed out?

I’d settle for someone calling me bro before giving me a two-pump special and passing out in my bed, if I was being honest. As long as they were actually my boyfriend.

“Enjoy your stay,” I called after the pair as they headed for the door.

Vince glanced back at me over his shoulder and grinned wickedly before opening the door and ushering High Lord Crossbody through like a gentleman. Except he then delivered a firm smack to the fae’s ass, and a split second before the door shut behind them, I heard him say, “Better hurry that ass up, you little fucking slut.”

“I’m being tortured,” I croaked to myself once they were gone, my dick stiffening so fast I went a touch light-headed again.

Lucifer was punishing me for some reason. I had to witness what was essentially a real-life erotic romance novel playing out around me while I remained single and loveless.

That was so, so unfair.

Chapter 7

Worse Decisions

Klaus

“So, Niko,” Clarence purred, leaning closer over the table and swishing the wine in his glass seductively. “Tell me the most erotic dream you’ve ever had.”

Oh Lucifer.

Yes, I’d caved. I was on a second date with Clarence. And now that I was here, I had no idea why.

Well, I did. After that shift at work last week, when I’d sat there feeling the waves of sexual energy pumping out of room fifteen from the ghoul and fae couple, while they once again went to absolute town on each other all night, I’d felt both completely nourished and painfully empty.

Because they weren’t just in there fucking like animals. They were making love. Wild, untamed, passionate, messy and extremely loud love. But still love. They clearly loved the crap out of each other.