Page 59 of Demons in My Bed
The crowd clearly didn’t like that, and Ashland yelled out over the boos, “Just the five of us. Anyone else’s dick status is their own fucking problem!”
The crowd cheered again, and the noise grew to deafening levels as Talon plopped my ass down on the bar, claiming my mouth in a brutal kiss that I felt down to my toes.
“Alright, quit sucking face. We have work to do.” Rhodes’s voice broke through the sexual tension, and I felt like barking at him. Dickhead.
Talon broke the kiss, smiling against my mouth. “You’re so gods damned sexy. Later, I want to eat your pussy for like eighty-six minutes. Pencil me in. I’ll see ya around, Bun-Bun.” With that, he hopped over the bar and disappeared, swallowed up almost immediately by the crush of bodies.
“You just told the entire fucking world that my dick belongs to you,” Rhodes sneered, getting in my face.
I rolled my eyes. “It was easier to include you than to try and explain that I’d never want to claim the stuffy fuck who probably wears tighty-whities.”
If steam could blow out of someone’s ears like the cartoons, Rhodes would’ve been puffing like a geyser. The best part was that I knew he wore tight, little, red boxer briefs, thanks to our night in the maze, so I took immense satisfaction in fucking with him.
“Look, if you happen to find a nice dick you want to sit on, I’d be happy to let the gent know that you’re not included in my little harem, but I just don’t see anyone here lining up, Monocle. Hey, don’t you have a fight soon?”
Just then, a deep, raspy voice cut in before he could answer. “Rhodes, darling, bad news. It seems as though Skippy decided to indulge a bit too much tonight and is currently nodding off in the tall weeds behind the barn.”
Rhodes pinched his nose in annoyance. “Well, what now?”
“What now? Aren’t you going to introduce me to your girl? I heard that you’re all together, like one big happy, sexy crime family.”
I smiled at the statuesque, glittering queen, immediately deciding I liked her based on her sense of fashion and the fact that she seemed to take no shit. “Yeah, Daddy. Introduce me.”
The drink that Rhodes had just taken promptly sprayed out of his mouth, and I reached behind me, snagging a napkin from the bartender’s stash. “Here ya go.” I fluttered the napkin at him and turned back to his friend. “Hi, I’m Palmer.”
“Queen Priscilla, at your service. It’s so nice to see the boys actually trying—” Rhodes slammed his glass down, making Queenie P pause. “Boy, I know you are going to lose that piss-poor attitude and quit this rude behavior in the next ten seconds or I will flatten you. You boys all think you’re so bad, so tough. Well, let me tell you, I can—and will—bend you over this knee and light that ass up.”
Imagine my shock when Rhodes actually looked ashamed and apologized. “I’m sorry, Queen Prissy. I just needed this fight tonight, okay?”
“He does, ya know?” a voice whispered in my ear, and I knew without looking that it was him. That fucking ghost. The hot one.
I didn’t respond, because obviously I couldn’t without looking like a real psycho. Rhodes and Queenie were talking about who he could fight, but I was zoned out, thanks to Ghost Dude who was now sitting right beside me.
“I’m just saying, he needs to blow some steam off. He is wound up. Look at the veins in his arms popping out.”
They were totally bulging. I didn’t know what that had to do with me though.
“I know,” the ghost continued with a sigh, crossing his ankles and swinging his legs. “You’re probably wondering why you should care. It’s just, in my experience, a man who is that primed to explode should let that steam out in a safe environment before he goes boom. Come to think of it, you also look a little tense.”
I snorted softly, covering it up with a cough when Rhodes glanced at me. When he looked away, I took a gamble and whispered as fast as I could, “I’ve got a lot going on right now. Can you fuck off?”
The ghost laughed. There was something so familiar about the sound, but I couldn’t place it. “Fight him.”
“What?!” I blurted out, not able to catch myself from saying it out loud.
“I was telling Queen Prissy here that you and I are not together, and that I’m not even sure that this is an appropriate place for you to—”
Oh, this macho man wannabe was about to learn.
I hopped down from the bar and crossed my arms. “Put me down. I want to fight.” Queenie P let out a surprised chuckle of delight and scanned her clipboard.
“Absolutely not!” Rhodes barked. We both ignored him.
“I’m afraid I don’t have any open fights. All of the women—”
I cut her off. “I want to fighthim.” I pointed to Rhodes.
“Have you lost your shit? First, you attack that woman, and now you want to fight me?Me?No fucking way.”
