Page 27 of The Chemist

“Zero?” Diesel asked.

“Yeah, the guy staying across the hall from you. He’s the one who’s been working this case these past few weeks.” Jared picked up the maple syrup and began drowning his pancake.

Seriously, how sweet does this guy like his cakes?

“Speaking of the devil,” Chase said, rising from his chair to shake hands with the man who had just entered the room. “Perfect timing.”

“Yeah, I could smell breakfast from upstairs and had to come check it out.”

From his periphery, Diesel watched as a body moved from behind him and circled the table, taking the spot directly across from him.

What the fuck?!

Color drained from both their faces as Diesel and their new breakfast guest locked eyes with one another.

Freezing mid-sit was the demon cocksucker himself—shirtless and looking sexy as fuck.

Eyes locked together, neither said a word.

“Zero, this is Diesel and Jared,” Chase introduced, oblivious to the sudden awkwardness in the room.

Jared wasn’t.

Time once again began moving forward, and the demon cocksucker, a.k.a Zero and, apparently, his new co-worker, finally sat his firm ass down at the table.

“I’m Jared,” a voice said from across the table.

Diesel finally exhaled, remembering that breathing consisted of two ways—in and out. Kind of like how his cock was sliding in and out of Zero’s mouth last night.

Fuck, this was going to be awkward.

“Nice to meet you, Jared,” Zero finally said, extending his hand across the table and releasing Diesel from his death-like stare.

Was this what mice felt like when caught in the gaze of a pissed-off snake?

Diesel felt a kick from under the table and glanced over to see Jared giving him awhat the fuck’s uplook.

“And this awkward piece of shit is Diesel,” Jared finally said, reminding Diesel that he still hadn’t spoken.

“Does it talk?” the cocky cocksucker across the table asked Jared, giving a smirk as he reached for the plate of breakfast sausages.

“Most days, but it appears that today we got grumpy D instead.”

Jared was going to die if he didn’t fuck right off.

“Oh, sorry. Was just thinking about this disappointing hookup I had last night at a bar. Had to come home and rub one out to get that unsatisfied feeling out of my balls,” Diesel said with a sly grin of his own.

“No worries, man. I know the feeling. I gave a mercy blow job to some dude who had been rejected at a bar last night too. Poor guy had the smallest cock dangling between his legs. Had to make him feel special somehow.”

Jared and Chase both laughed. Diesel was seething.

Small dick, his ass.

“Good for you. Even the small-dick boys need a good BJ every once in a while,” Chase added through a mouth full of sticky syrup.

Zero gave a nod as he raised his mug to take a sip.

Asshole.

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