Page 123 of Sharkbait
“Cool,” I say, right on the edge of frustration. “Can continue then?”
“We can, yeah.”
He picks up the pace again, and I’m right back on that ride to heaven.
Thank God.
“I just feel like maybe someone’s watching us?” he says.
Uggggggh.
“What? No. No way. Are you serious?”
“I am, yeah.”
I try to talk sense to him. “Listen. I know Mabel is newly ‘unleashed’ and everything, but I don’t think she’s full-blown voyeuristic creep.”
“Does it hurt to double-check?” he asks.
I sigh. “I suppose it doesn’t. Mabel?” I call out. “Mabel, are you home early?”
We freeze and listen for a response.
Nothing comes.
And at the rate we’re going, neither of us will tonight either.
“She’s not home, James.”
“I don’t know, Lou. It’s just this feeling I’m getting. Like there’s an… energy in this room. Don’t you feel it?”
Clearly, things were progressing way more nicely when I was steering this sex ship, so I inch forward and separate us for a moment. I turn around on the mattress and stand on my knees to mirror his position. I’m just about to put him back where he belongs when I realize… he’s right.
Someone is watching us.
And that someone is perched right on top of James’s sexy, prickly skull.
Mabel didn’t call this the mantis room for nothing.
“James?” I whisper. “Don’t move.”
“Why? Don’t move why? What’s going on?” he says at full volume.
His panic rises at the same time his dick lowers.
“You’re not going to like what I’m about to say, but you have to promise me that you won’t freak out.”
“I’m absolutely freaking out!” he says. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“Bonnie is on your head,” I whisper so low, I barely hear myself.
“What?” He squints, like that will help him hear better.
I try again, a little louder this time. “Bonnie is on your head.”
“What?”
“THERE IS A PRAYING MANTIS ON YOUR HEAD!”
