Page 67 of Coven of Corpses

“I’m not going to go looking for Tracey anyway,” Cody said, sitting forward on the sofa. “We don’t really get along.”

“She’ll get a kick out of this situation, that’s for sure,” Clarabell said. “Might even make her laugh.”

“We do what we can.” Demmy looked over at him. “You ready to go home?”

“More than ready.” Cody got to his feet and stretched his neck. “I wish I’d known how much your neck hurt you.”

Demmy put a hand on his own neck. “What about your neck? That spot where you were bit by the vampire aches all day.”

“You’re both a mess,” Clarabell said. “Be careful and I’ll call or text later.”

“Texting would be perfect,” Cody said, and Clarabell gave him a sour look.

“Don’t go off and do something stupid,” Clarabell said, then added, “Like usual.”

“Which one of us was that directed to?” Demmy asked.

“Both of you.”

* * *

The house was blissfully quiet when they returned, and Cody let out a sigh.

“I agree,” Demmy said.

“Now what?” Cody said. “I don’t work today, but we’re going to have to talk about what happens tomorrow when I’m supposed to go in.”

“Jugs will know something’s different,” Demmy said.

“Yeah, he will. We’ll have to let him in on it.”

“Do you want to talk in more detail about what’s happened?”

Cody looked up at him—himself, actually—and, maybe it was the two beers he’d had at Clarabell’s, but he said the first thing that came to mind. “No. I want to fuck around.”

Demmy raised his eyebrows. “You do?”

“Yeah. I want to know what it’s like to have sex with me. Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”

“Well, I mean, it’s been interesting catching glimpses of memories from your point of view,” he said, then quickly added, “And I’m not snooping. They just appear sometimes.”

Cody waved a hand. “I know. It’s happening for me, too.” He grinned. “You really did have a thing for me in my football uniform, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah.” Demmy stepped back and waved a hand up and down Cody’s body. “Have you seen you?”

They both laughed. Then stopped abruptly and looked at each other. The silence deepened as they stared. The furnace clicked on, and Cody felt the warm air brush across Demmy’s feet.

“I really want you to fuck me,” Cody said. “I know it sounds weird, and maybe kind of narcissistic, but I want to know what it’s like for you.”

Demmy’s eyes were wide. His lips parted and he touched the tip of his tongue to his bottom lip. “Oh, my God. Me, too. Let’s do it.”

“Lock the door,” Cody said before heading for the bedroom.

“Turn off your phone,” Demmy called after him.

Minutes later, they stood beside the bed, both still fully dressed.

“You ready?” Cody asked.