Page 12 of Devil's Bargain

The light turns green. “I am hurrying, Ben. I’m flying on the windeth to receiveth, to thee, mine own loveth. Beest patient!”

“What the fuck is she saying?” Ben asks Dallas.

“I haven’t got a fucking clue!”

I laugh lightly as I turn down Ben’s street.

“Just stop being fucking weird and get here already.”

“You disappoint me, Ben.”

“Yeah? How so?”

I pull up outside on the curb. “I thought you paid attention in class when we did Shakespeare.”

A lighter sparks. He inhales. “Your point?”

“You should speak the language of love. ‘Twill holp thee winneth the did bet.”

He takes another drag. “Holp?”

“The bet, Ben. It will ensure you win the bet,” I say, unstrapping my seatbelt. He and Dallas have made a bet that they can convince Rick’s ex, Emily, to have a threesome with them.

“The only thing it will ensure is a fucking slap to the face. I see your car outside.”

The line goes dead.

I grab my bag, open the door, and walk up the short driveway. The cracked pavement is overgrown with weeds, and the first step to his small porch is missing.

I always worry a badger will jump out from beneath and attack me every time I come for a visit. Either that or a crazed squirrel with rabies.

As I walk inside and drop my bag down on the floor, I’m hit with a cloud of weed.

“About fucking time!” Ben says, stepping into the hallway from the kitchen.

I snatch the joint off him and take a long pull, my head falling back between my shoulders. “Just what I need!”

He steals it back, placing it between his lips. “Bad day?”

I laugh as I push past him and join the others in the living room. “You could say that.”

Matt pulls me down on his lap and hands me the Xbox controller. “You’re just in time to spank Josh’s ass.”

Josh snorts. He reaches forward, helps himself to a beer, and pops the lid. “You should play her yourself.”

Palming my tits, Matt winks. “Oh, I play her plenty.”

I laugh and bat him off. “Fucking dick!”

His dimples pop when he flashes me a teasing smile. “You love my dick!”

“Yeah, so much so that she was late to class, thanks to your cock!” Nina comments, handing me a beer.

All the blood drains from my face. I chuckle awkwardly and take a large sip as I glance at Matt. He looks confused. “Remember, babe?”

He starts to shake his head but stops when I glare at him. “Right. Yeah. I remember.”

Satisfied, I take another swig of my beer.

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