Page 96 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Would you like something or not?”

“Okay, fine. Yes.”

“What?”

“Dr Pepper and Captain Morgan?”

“All right.”

Indy wiggled enticingly as he cooed, “Thank you!”

Mr. Heiss grimaced and walked out of the room, shaking his head as if irritated. As he turned to go down the hall, however brief he was visible, Indy saw he was smiling.

Alone now, Indy was left with his thoughts and the lingering throb between his legs. He had certainly expected the sex, but not for it to be so damn good. Mr. Heiss had surprised him in more ways than one, and Indy wasn’t sure what to think.

It had felt… real.

No, that was fucking stupid.

Mr. Heiss had simply wanted a hot hole to play with and Indy had wanted his hot hole played with, and that was that. The tension between them was nothing more than the desire of two very attractive people wanting to get off. Plus, there was still the very real danger of dying before Indy could figure out how to cure himself.

If he was a good lay, maybe Mr. Heiss wouldn’t be as inclined to murder him and take the ring. Now that Indy was thinking about it, it had been a while since Mr. Heiss had mentioned it. There was no way he had forgotten about the Artifact, but certainly hours had passed since Mr. Heiss last brought it up.

Even longer since his last threat of bodily harm.

And he had come to save Indy.

And kissed him right there on the battlefield.

And the things they’d shared, the way he’d touched Indy and held him so close, there might be—no.

No.

Indy crashed that dangerous train of thought before it could leave the station. Mr. Heiss wanted the ring and anything else was merely an unexpected bonus of living to see another day. After all, Indy was only playing nice because he didn’t want to die, and survival only happened if Mr. Heiss was able to remove the ring. Once Indy was finally free of Mr. Heiss’s hospitality, he and Gammy could continue working on curing his cancer for good and forget all about this.

Forget all about Mr. Heiss…

Raph.

Fuck.

Even now, Indy didn’t trust that Mr. Heiss wouldn’t somehow use his disease against him to get control of the Artifact. He had to keep his secret, and he would not hesitate to do whatever it took to survive. It wasn’t his fault that whatever included having sex with an incredibly hot and kinky demon who was surprisingly kind and funny and…

Fuck.

Indy could not catch feelings for a monster. He couldn’t. He still had a job to get back to, a comfortably numb life of excess and binging reality television, and an empty future of expecting absolutely nothing so he’d never be let down by anyone ever again. It was fine. It was fine because it meant he’d be alive.

That was enough.

Right?

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

“Your Dr Pepper and Captain Morgan,” Mr. Heiss announced as he walked back in, carrying a drink in each hand. One was Indy’s and the other was the glittery liquid Mr. Heiss had been drinking in the limo. He slid into bed, huffing, “Move.”

“But I’m so comfy,” Indy whined.