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As they made their way to the address, Emmett couldn’t help thinking about Phoenix’s resident demon. How was Emmett going to be sure it was Phoenix he was talking to—kissing?Possibly more than kissing? Only how would I dare now?—and not Vin? If Vin was capable of mimicking Phoenix, Emmett was going to be in trouble. He’d have to be careful.Or not kiss him again. Or not do more than kiss him. Which is fucking annoying.
It also annoyed him that he wanted more.
Even before they reached the house, police activity at the scene was evident: lots of vehicles and fluttering crime tape.
“Pull up well short,” Emmett said.
They sat in the car and watched.
“Want me to go and see what’s happening?” Harry asked.
Emmett glanced at Phoenix.
“I can just slip in and out,” Harry said. “Mr Invisible. My super power. One of them, anyway, along with walking through walls.”
“And being annoying,” Phoenix said.
“You’re really hard to like,” Harry muttered. “I’m going to keep trying though.”
Emmett turned to look at Harry. “You might be in danger.”
“But I’ll be quick.”
“Be very quick, dipstick,” Phoenix said.
Harry emerged through the side of the car and ran up to the house.
“So—about last night,” Emmett said.
“Forget it.”
Emmett immediately bristled. “How can I do that?”
“You don’t want to be fucked. I’m not going to force you. Not sure hate sex with you would be worth it.”
Emmett tried not to feel hurt but he was. “I wasn’t talking about that.”
“So, youdowant to be fucked? You look like you need to be fucked.”
“You…arsehole. Not everything is about sex.”
“Not for you, clearly. Low sex drive? Suffering from erectile disfunction? Premature ejaculation? Do you faint when you come?”
“Shut the hell up.”
“I might go out tonight.”
Emmett sucked in his cheeks.Don’t respond to that!
“I won’t bring anyone back, obviously. Well, unless you’d be willing to share the couch with Harry and Cat for a couple of hours.”
Emmett gaped at him.
“Not used to sex taking that long?” Phoenix winced. “Ah, your issueispremature ejaculation? That’s shit. Bad luck.”
Emmett wanted to strangle him.
