Page 67 of Double Shot

“So you worked with them?” I asked. “They were wrestlers at Goliaths?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately.” He rubbed the corners of his eyes with thumb and forefinger. “They left suddenly a while back because they stole my co-worker’s head. He’s a dullahan—”

“Oh! Dullahan Dan, right? I know him! Nat and I are renting his house!”

Brian dropped his hand to eye me oddly. “You are?”

“Well, I mean, I’m not in there yet. I’m moving in a couple of weeks. But yeah.” I beamed at him. “What are the odds, huh? I met him at that meet and greet too. Anyway, sorry, go on.”

“Uh, so… Holt was about to fire them, but they kind of fled. Then we started hearing this stuff about how they’re this notorious crime duo who have been terrorising the country for decades, but Holt just told the fans they’d been eaten by mutant sewer rats.”

I laughed. “Mutant sewer rats? Did they actually belie—Wait, hold on. I think I have a T-shirt of that.”

Brian chuckled, grinning at me, and it made my belly flutter with pleasure. “You bought the merch, huh?”

“Yeah, I bought all the merch.” I grinned back at him. “Including your shorts. The little blue ones with your name on.”

His eyes widened, a blush creeping back into his cheeks. “Oh. Right, yeah. You… Um, I signed them, right?”

“Yeah.” I hesitated, wondering for a split second if what I was about to say was too much, then decided I was going to say it anyway. “I jerked off in them,” I blurted, then clapped my hands over my mouth as a nervous laugh burst from me.

Brian had frozen, eyes wide as he stared at me in silence, before I saw his throat bob. His gaze dropped to my mouth the moment I lowered my hands.

“Oh,” he croaked, shifting a little in his seat, which creaked under his weight.

“Sorry,” I said ruefully. “Was that a weird thing to tell you?”

He shook his head. “No. No, it’s… I…”

As I watched him, nibbling on my lower lip, it was like I could see the change come over him. Like the anxiety and uncertainty that held him back temporarily melted away as he stared at me, blue eyes growing darker with arousal.

“Were you thinking about me while you did it?” His voice was deeper and growlier now. His posture grew more domineering, thick thighs splaying open wide as he slouched back in the armchair, watching me with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

I shivered with lust, a hand drifting up to fiddle with my pendant as I gazed back at him. When I nodded, my breaths quickening a little, his eyes flared with heat.

“I couldn’t… couldn’t stop thinking about you after that night at Gargy’s,” he said hoarsely, tripping over his words a little as his cheeks turned pink.

Fuck, I wanted to hug him so bad. Then suck his dick again. Then give him another huge hug while his cock was buried deep inside me.

I nodded again in silence, not wanting to vocalise the thought that had popped into my head—that I’d assumed he wasn’t interested in me, back when he’d just been the handsome stranger in the bar who’d given me a cold stare when I smiled at him. Now that I knew how anxious he got and how it made him come across sometimes, it made more sense. So did the stilted way he’d acted before and after our frantic fuck in the locker room at Cratos.

“Brian,” I breathed, my gaze dropping to his lips. “Could I… I really want to—”

The sound of a car door slamming had me pausing and looking over to frown at the door. What the fuck, someone else had turned up? Why was it the one night I had Brian here with me, we got more than two damn customers?

Brian had looked over at the door too, sitting more upright in his chair. Just as the handle began to move as whoever was out there pushed on it to come inside, he muttered “Human” to me in a low voice.

The guy who stepped into the front office was short, dressed in ripped skinny jeans and a ratty, oversized grey sweater with the hood pulled up. He glanced around the room, clutching the straps of his backpack, his short-bitten nails painted with chipped black polish, letters I couldn’t make out tattooed across his knuckles.

I forced a friendly smile to my face. It wasn’t this guy’s fault that I wished, for once, everyone would just go away. Usually I was so bored during my shifts that I prayed to Lucifer for any customers at all.

But I didn’t usually have Brian here with me. And pie.

“Hi there,” I said in my friendliest, chirpiest voice. “Welcome to the Elfknot Motel.”

“Hey,” the guy said shortly, still looking around as he slowly approached the front desk. Then he turned his focus to me, and I shifted a little in my chair. He was looking at me… kind of intensely. Not in a lechy way or anything, but it was making me a bit uncomfortable.

He did the same to Brian, who was watching him in silence with keenly assessing eyes. They stared at each other for a few seconds before the human dragged his gaze back to me.