Page 67 of Slots & Sticks
I nod.
She bites her lip. “That is so fucking hot.”
And fuck, if I had an ounce of energy left, I’d drop to my knees again just to hear her say it twice.
I rush back to my room to clean up and change into a fresh pair of boxers and jeans. I remember being horny in high school, but it was nothing like this. If she offered, I could go again right now. Maybe she could try going down on me. Since her ADHD comes with sensory issues too, I haven’t wanted to push it. I want her towantto.
“Stop it,” I hiss to my dick. “You are a problem. Down, boy!”
“Cam?” Dot calls.
I finish zipping up and hurry back to the living room, where she’s waiting. “What?”
Dot points mutely to the top of the cat tree, where Soot is sitting in prime cat-loaf position, legs tucked beneath her while she blinks at us with mild indifference.
“I think she was watching,” Dot whispers.
“Is that a problem?” I loop one arm around her and kiss her temple.
“She’s a tiny kitten! It’s weird!”
“Who’s she gonna tell? And why would she care?”
Dot side-eyes the cat. “You think she understands what we’re doing?”
“I don’t think she’s a peeping Tom, if that’s what you’re asking. Got your keys?”
Dot pats her pocket. To me, she says, “Yes.” To Soot, she adds, “Tell no one.”
I walk her out and escort her back to her place. We’ve only gone a few paces, however, when someone lays on a car horn.
“Cam!” Viktor pops out from the back seat of a limo. “Dot! Hop in, losers. We’re doing limo karaoke!”
“Oh, no, thanks.” Dot holds up a hand. “That’s thoughtful, but—”
“But nothing.” Knight walks up behind me and pulls me into a headlock. I squirm away from him only for Bowen to grab me from the other side.
“It’s a Venom couples’ night,” Bowen explains.
I elbow him in the ribs in my efforts to free myself. “Get off!”
“Oh, I think we all know who was just getting off.” Viktor flashes a shit-eating grin at me. “You’d think that living in this neighborhood for a while would have taught you to close your blinds, but nooooo.”
Dot covers her mouth with both hands. “Oh, no. Not him, too! Soot was bad enough.”
“Is it worse than Mira listening to us all the time?” I finally shrug Bowen off.
“Yes,” Dot insists. “So much worse.”
“Gotta close those blinds, my guy.” Viktor aims finger-guns at me.
Dot and I exchange a glance. She shrugs. We both know when we’re beaten.
Which is how, ten minutes later, we find ourselves sitting with Knova, Knight, Sofia, Bowen, and Violet, listening to Viktor belt Survivor’s “The Search is Over.”
Knight hands me a shot. “I think I liked it better when they hated each other.”
Knova smirks. “Oh, come on. I still hate him sometimes.”
