Page 30 of Raising Hell: MMF Edition

“That is a fantastic idea… why have we never thought of this?” Both of us are whipping it out before she realizes what is happening in the back seat. “Perhaps this is a better way to determine who goes first.”

Amon nods, then glances at my cock in my hand. “No need to measure—I win.”

I scoff, giving myself a few strokes. “I’m a grower, not a shower, so that’s not a fair fight. Give me a sec—”

Ruby releases an unnecessarily dramatic gasp, undertones of shock mixed in. “What are you two doing back there?” She struggles to peer over her shoulder, unable to divert her attention from the road.

“Nothing,” we say in perfect unison, hurrying to tuck ourselves into our jeans. I frown at my half-chub that pushes against the denim, pressing my palm against it and grunting at the pressure.

Amon shoots me alook, before flashing an unnaturally wide smile at Ruby. “We are being good boys.”

“The best boys who are not at all suspicious,” I add helpfully.

Why doesn’t she look convinced?

Ruby runs her errands, stopping at places called The Post Office and The Bank, but we aren’t allowed to leave the car. Wedon’t even have enough time for another dick measuring contest before she returns, narrowing her eyes both times like she expected us to be missing.

She still isn’t aware of the power she wields, which is as endearing as it is naïve. Witches of the past had such mastery over their demons that they could manipulate our every action. If you were commanded not to breathe until you suffocated, you had no other option.

In hindsight, I realize I should have offered her more guidance from the beginning. Even without knowing her, it was crystal clear that her intentions were never evil. Her pure soul would never knowingly exploit another being, demon or not.

Instead, I used her for my own purposes.

Guilt swims in my gut, and a hard elbow hits me in the ribs. I yelp as Amon silently questions me with his eyes. I shake my head, giving him a look that says we’ll discuss it later, nodding towards Ruby. He stares for a moment, then nods.

“Okay.” Ruby already sounds exhausted from a conversation we haven’t had yet. “Real talk. Can both of you be on your best behavior?”

“Yes,” I say, as Amon says, “Debatable.” This time I ram my elbow into his side, and he gives a long-suffering sigh. “Yes, Ruby, we can act like civilized beings. Well… I don’t have to act, but Cas can fake it and pretend not to be an uncultured swine for a short while, I imagine.”

Behind the seat where she can’t see, I flip him my middle finger. “Fuck you,” I mouth, and he smirks.

“Later, baby,” he says out loud, to which Ruby’s eyebrows fly up to hit her hairline.

My mouth hangs open as I blink repeatedly, and then I let out a theatrical gasp. “Did you just offer to—”

“No!” he shouts, realizing what his words implied. “Your cock will come nowhere near my—”

Ruby’s voice booms through the car, shocking us both into silence. “Did you not just say you could behave!?” Chastised, both our heads sag in submission to the power.

“Sorry,” I mutter, and Amon grumbles his apology as she takes a deep, calming breath.

“If you can behave—and right now, that is a big if—I’ll allow you to come inside the grocery store with me.” We both whip our heads up so fast my horn digs into the roof of the car and gets a little… stuck. Amon snorts as I jerk my head a few times and dislodge myself, grimacing at the tear in the upholstery. I stretch, nonchalantly placing my palm over the hole.

Ruby stares for a long moment in her little mirror. “Cas?” she finally says, not looking away.

“Hmm?” I put on my best innocent face as I smile back at her.

“Did you stab my car?”

“I, um, wouldn’t say ‘stabbed,’ really…”

She’s not amused, so I smile wider, hoping to distract her, but it doesn’t work. “Okay… did you impale my car with your horn?”

Slowly, I nod, careful not to get too close to the ceiling. “It would seem so.”

Her lips tug into a straight line as she pulls them between her teeth. “And you thought you could… what? Hold your hand there permanently so I’d never notice?”

Again, I nod, and she sighs. “Put your hand down, Cas.”

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