Page 110 of Bazooka
“MisterBazooka,” he murmured before turning to look at the person who spoke. “Hello, Mr. Matlock. It’s nice to see you again. I must also report that our pipes are still in order. No flood in our apartment.”
Our apartment?
Mr. Matlock chuckled.
“That’s good to hear, young man. It’s Luz, right?”
“Yup.”
When Mr. Matlock’s gaze shifted to me, I forced a smile.
“You’ve got yourself a nice lad there, Mr. Bazooka,” Mr. Matlock said with a mischievous grin. “I’m a hopeless romantic, so I have to ask… Do I hear wedding bells?”
I blinked. The… what?
Luz chuckled. “Baz hasn’t proposed yet, but when he does, I know just the answer I’ll give him.”
They both laughed while I considered all the legal options that would prevent Luz from speaking. A court order would do it, maybe. An arrest, unlikely. A ball gag? Tempting, oh, so tempting.
After Mr. Matlock said goodbye, Luz looked at me with a teasing smile.
“You look constipated, Baz. Do you need to poop?”
I smiled sweetly.
“You’ll regret this, pest. Mark my words.”
“What will you do to me, Alisson?” he said, nudging my arm. “Make me say three Hail Marys? Handcuff me to bed? Fuck me into submission, perhaps?”
“Maybe I won’t fuck you at all,” I threatened. It was a bluff, of course, because I planned to fuck him into the first wall the second we came back home.
Luz frowned. “Now, that’s just mean.”
I found myself scanning our surroundings, which wasn’t all that surprising, being a cop and all. I couldn’t see anything suspicious, but for some reason, I felt strangely nervous. Maybe because I had a faint recollection of visiting a fun park with my parents when I was a kid. It was probably my last memory of them alive, and I didn’t like going back there.
“Can we go now?” I said, glancing toward the exit anxiously.
“But we just got here,” Luz complained. “We didn’t do anything.”
“I beg to differ. We probably shocked a few people with that kiss, for which I should have arrested us.”
After I dissuaded him from taking the Ferris wheel because it was an accident waiting to happen, Luz convinced me to buy us cotton candy. The last thing a cop would want was to be spotted with cotton candy in his hand, so I ate the damn thing as fast as I could. After Luz suggested a drink to wash it down, I agreed, because watching him slobber over that candy gave me a semi. I let him lead me to a beer stand, hoping it would help with my (literally) growing problem. We had a few rounds of beer while playing billiards when I realized he’d bamboozled me. Hoodwinked me. Double-crossed me. Every time he shot the ball, he would stick his ass out so invitingly, all I could think about was my dick in it. And every time he did it, he would look at me over his shoulder to check if I was looking.
“You will regret this,” I bit out.
He grinned and blew me a kiss, knowing exactly what I was talking about. So, yeah, the little brat was diabolical, but I had a way of dealing with that; we just needed to get home first.
I left him alone for five minutes to use the toilet, only to find him surrounded by three guys and one girl. I kindly asked them to piss off, which convinced everyone except one dude. His problem was that he had muscles bigger than Canada and an IQ smaller than a billiard ball.
“I was just buying him a drink,” he informed me. “I didn’t know he was—”
“Taken.” I filled the gap. “Fuck off.”
Luz looked at me wide-eyed.
So what? Hewastaken. For the evening.
The guy was still staring at me, probably deciding if he should risk having his teeth kicked in.
