Page 57 of The Comedown

soon I’ll be coming for yours.

I should probably take her name out.

Or not. She said it herself, I’m as subtle as a bomb.

It’s several minutes later when Bare finds me still standing here, chewing on my thumb.

“Ready, boss man?”

I drop my hand, sliding my All Souls’ Day ring back in place, and admit, “Probably not.” But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let that stop me.

Like a fucking bomb.

“Do you recognize her?”

I slide my eyes to Collette. “Girl’s thirteen years old. Why the fuck would I know her?”

Seated on a tall stool at the bar, she’s got her phone out with the camera open and zoomed in from across the restaurant, trying to get a clear shot of Holter’s date.

“No, I mean does she look like anyone familiar?”

Holter told us on the way over his girl’s parents are actors. He wouldn’t tell us which ones specifically, just that they were pretty famous.

Standing next to her, I prop an arm on the back of her barstool and glance at the screen again.

“All I see is a dark pixelated mess, so unless one of her parents is a QR code, I got nothing.”

Groaning, Collette finally gives up, putting her phone down for the first time since we met up in the attached bar. I told her nobody would bother the teens and I stand by that. Bare’s at the table literally right next to theirs.

Besides, I got my hands full with worrying about Collette and keeping people away from her. People, gazes, everything. She’s wearing a long-sleeve top with a back that dips down to the top of her ass and I know I’m not the only motherfucker in here to notice.

Still sneaking glances at Holter while pretending to look over her menu, she murmurs, “Get your hand off me.” It’s nothing like last night when she said the same thing though. That was…

Parts of last night I wish I could forget entirely, but the rest will haunt me forever, in the best and worst ways. I don’t know what I was thinking taking her to the club like that. As soon as the word date came out of Collette’s mouth, I lost all rational thought. After that I wasn’t thinking at all; I was just reacting. Maybe even overreacting.

Maybe.

Actually no, I was reacting exactly enough. Collette was jealous, too, and not just of me like she was trying to make herself believe. That’s the kind of bullshit I’m fluent in, so I recognized the lie before she could even finish spouting it. Why she lied though, I don’t know. Something to do with her hang-up about celebrities and not wanting anything to do with them. Not gonna lie, they do kinda suck. All high and mighty and shit. A lot of big-dick energy in an industry full of small-ass dicks.

My energy matches my cock though, which Collette’s seen with her own eyes, so I don’t know why she keeps grouping me with all the other celeb jag-offs.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” I say in response to her suggestion. Her smooth, toned back is like a fucking magnet to my metal-covered fingers. There’s no way she’s wearing a bra. None. And her ass crack peeking out…I could do a lot to that ass crack. I want to do a lot to that ass crack, like dip my finger down between—

“Well, think again, because although I am in need of one of my slits being fingered, it’s not that one.”

“Jesus,” I practically choke, my fingertips freezing on the last letter of her spine tattoo, just above her ass. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”

“I just did.”

She side-eyes me, her cocky-ass smirk pulling sideways, too. God, she’s a sadist.

Lowering my head until my mouth touches her ear, I say, “I’ll finger whichever slit you want me to. Just give me permission.”

Her ear warms against my lips and I rub the underside of my bottom lip back and forth, letting my dolphin piercings tease the shell.

“Back. Off.” Her voice is breathy, just like I hoped it’d be. “It doesn’t look good.”

“It looks good from where I’m standing,” I rasp, my cock swelling as I spread my feet farther apart.