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“Uh… I guess… goodnight,” I said awkwardly.

“Night,” he mumbled back, sounding half-asleep. When he didn’t hang up straight away, I reluctantly lowered the phone and did it myself.

I stood there in silence for a minute, staring at nothing. Then the sound of the door opening had me glancing back to see a tall, slender woman in a silver minidress, possibly a fae, step outside with a cigarette in her hand.

She gave me a brief, polite smile as I turned and headed for the door. Then her eyes darted down and widened before she quickly looked away, mouth twitching.

A flush crawled up my neck as I strode inside and straight for the restrooms, glad no one else was around to see the very obvious erection in my pants. I went into the middle stall and locked the door behind me, and my hands trembled a little as I fumbled with my fly.

There was a glory hole in here. I was so horny that for a brief, unhinged moment, I considered shoving my throbbing cock through it, but the thought made me feel weirdly ill. Instead, I pulled my dick out and fisted it, groaning in relief.

I didn’t even know if anyone else was in here, but I didn’t care as I started stroking fast, one hand resting on the wall behind the toilet and my legs a little unsteady. My vision whited out when, barely thirty seconds later, the orgasm hit me hard and sudden. I had just enough sense to aim my dick down so I shot into the toilet bowl as a hoarse groan hissed between my clenched teeth.

I was weak and breathing hard when it ended, my hands trembling as I grabbed some tissue to clean up. When I stepped out of the stall, still doing up my pants, a guy washing his hands looked up sharply to stare at me in the mirror.

He was hot. Short, messy blond hair, dark blue eyes and a strong jaw. An incubus, I was pretty sure. There was a gleam in his eye that told me he knew exactly what I’d been doing in there, although I guessed I hadn’t been subtle about it.

I ignored the tiny smile on his face as I stepped up to the other sink and quickly washed my hands. Tension shot through me when he started to speak, his voice low and flirtatious.

“Hey… do you want to go back in there and—”

“Not interested.” I grabbed a paper towel to dry my hands and chucked it at the trashcan, then strode out before he could say anything else.

I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t interested. But I wasn’t.

Chapter Twenty

No Compliments for Holt

Vince

Elfknot Motel, room 15. If you still want to do this, show up prepared so we don’t waste time. Stretch and lube your asshole. Have a safeword ready. This is a one-time thing. I’ll be there from 8 tonight.

I sat in my dressing room on Tuesday morning, gnawing on my lip and staring down at the text I’d sent Crossbody at 6.30 a.m.

Which, thinking about it, may have come across as a little… eager. Which I wasn’t. I just… If we were going to do this, I wanted to get it done.

Because he was right. Clearly, there was still some kind of… tension between us. Not just the usual kind, born from our mutual dislike, but this… whatever this was. Whatever kept making us end up having furious, frantic sex in inappropriate places.

I’d picked a motel because it felt impersonal. I didn’t want him in my house, and I was sure he wouldn’t want me in his. The Elfknot Motel was kind of seedy and run-down, and while I told myself I’d picked it because it was run by incubi who wouldn’t ask any questions, a part of me had also made the choice because I suspected that Crossbody would secretly love it.

Getting fucked by the ghoul he hated in a dirty love motel.

My dick twitched, so I reached down and irritably adjusted my jock as I closed my messages and fiddled anxiously with my phone, foot tapping restlessly on the floor.

If he did show up tonight—which I highly doubted—I was going to fuck him out of my system. We could have sex one last time, knowing it was definitively and categorically the absolute last time, and both move on.

Except he hadn’t replied, so I had no idea if he was going to show up. And I hated how much it was getting to me.

I shouldn’t care this much. Either I was going to have sex tonight or I wasn’t. Didn’t overly matter, in the grand scheme of things. I’d be perfectly fine if I didn’t end up having sex tonight.

Except I’d jerked off again thinking about it when I got home last night. And I’d wanted to do the same this morning, but stopped myself. Just in case.

Standing up, I shoved my phone into my sweatpants pocket and headed for the door. I couldn’t just hide in here all day, and I refused to let myself feel like I had to. Besides, Holt would be coming by soon to tell us the line-up for the week, and there was a good chance he was also going to tell us who would be fighting the new wrestlers in their debut matches so we could start rehearsing for those too.

When I walked into the main backstage area, my eyes immediately flickered over to the treadmill. My gut swooped when I saw Crossbody on it, jogging at an easy pace, his arms lightly pumping and his long golden hair swinging in its high ponytail.

He was wearing those tiny shorts, and my gaze dropped to his ass and seemed to get stuck.