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When he started striding toward us eagerly, almost powerwalking, I snorted and gave Crossbody a gentle nudge. “Better hurry.”

As he opened his car door, the incubus’s expression fell. Then he started running.

“Oh shit.” I gave Crossbody another gentle shove. “Go, go!”

Tearing open my passenger side door, I dove into my car and scrambled across to the driver’s seat. Crossbody grinned over at me as he reversed out of his space. The incubus was waving his arms, already looking winded. As he got closer, he clutched his side with a wince and started limping.

“Fucking stitch. Wait up, you beautiful bastards! Give me the details!”

I was snorting with laughter as I hurriedly backed out of my space.

“At least tell me you’re coming back!” he yelled as I followed Crossbody out of the parking lot.

I glanced in the rearview mirror, in time to see Pervy Motel Incubus Guy drop to his knees in the middle of the lot and throw his head back to cry out, “Whyyyy?”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Crossbody vs. The Ghastly Boys

Crossbody

I was in such a good mood when I got home from work that evening that I baked some cat treats for Lady Potato. She lounged on the dining table at the other end of the room and watched me with a bored, unimpressed gaze. She’d been particularly standoffish today, seeing as I’d abandoned her again last night, so I was hoping to butter her up a bit. It seemed to work. Once the treats were out of the oven and cool, I fed her a couple and she started purring madly.

And then, when I sat down beside her on the sofa after cleaning up the kitchen, she didn’t immediately move away. She waited a whole twenty seconds before jumping down and slinking off, lifting her tail high in the air to display her anus to me for some unknown reason.

Work was better than it had ever been before. My rehearsals with the Ghastly Boys were going well, which was promising, seeing as the new wrestlers’ big debut was coming this weekend. Plus, Vince had snuck into my dressing room a few times to kiss me senseless.

We hadn’t met up at the motel again yet. We’d both been too tired after work on Tuesday, and he’d mentioned that he had a roller derby bout on Wednesday evening. And then the shows began on Thursday, which meant gruelling days and late nights.

My match against the Ghastly Boys was Thursday night’s main event, so we spent all morning getting in our final rehearsal. By the time I’d eaten and showered after we were done, it was time for me to start getting ready.

At around 8.30 p.m., when I knew the doors had opened and the audience had started arriving, Vince slipped into my dressing room. He was already in his wrestling outfit, minus his skates, and my gut tightened with arousal as I took in the lean lines of his body under his tight-fitting shorts and halterneck crop top.

I’d been leaning down in front of the mirror to check my hair one last time, already dressed in my gold briefs, and I saw Vince’s eyes flare with heat as he approached, his gaze locked on my ass.

I smiled and straightened, turning around as he reached me. Automatically, he leaned up to give me a firm kiss.

“Just wanted to say good luck.” His cool fingers trailed down my stomach to fiddle with the waistband of my briefs, making my cock twitch in my jockstrap. “God, I really want to fuck you while you’re wearing these. Just push them to one side and bend you over something.”

A wide smile stretched my mouth. “We can do that. Would you keep your skates on for it?” I added teasingly.

He snorted with laughter, shifting closer and smoothing his hand over my ass. “I kind of want to try now. See how good my balance is.”

“I have the utmost faith in you,” I told him seriously. I adjusted my cock in my jockstrap, which made him groan and lean in to kiss my neck. “Ready for your match?”

Vince was fighting Kit tonight, and they were first on the line-up.

“Yeah, Kit is easy to work with.” He waved his hand and reluctantly stepped back. “You going to watch?”

“Yes. I got ready early so I could.”

He grinned at me, looking almost proud. “Cool.”

“And you’re performing again on Saturday, yes? Against Susan.”

“Uh-huh.” He nibbled his lower lip, eyes tracking down my mostly nude frame, and shifted closer again. “But maybe on Monday, we can make Pervy Incubus Guy very happy again.”

I grinned wide, showing off my short fangs. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”