Page 33 of Knock Knock

“Right now?” I lifted my ass off the mattress at the same time Xavi ground down. I groaned because all it accomplished was squishing my dick. “Yeah, so fun to flounder.”

“Assholes!” Maddox shouted, the apartment door banging open. “Shop opens in three minutes. The fuck are you doing?”

Xavi looked at me. “He has no chill. He doesn’t even work here.”

“Okay, so we’re just gonna fuck this all up and find out?” I shifted my eyes from his swallowing throat to his hard dick. The way his thighs spread open to straddle me. The dips and ridges of his abs caught my attention more than his dick. Mostly because they were sexy, and I couldn’t remember a time when I thought abs were sexy.

“Yeah,” Xavi agreed. “Welcome to our bi-awakening, Nate. It’s gonna be fun!”

“Jesus fuck,” Maddox complained, standing in the doorway. “Gotta be naked for that to work, dipshits.”

“I beg to differ,” Xavi said. “Working just fine for me already. Do I look good up here, Madd?”

Maddox cringed. “You ever ask me that again, I’ll knock you out. Hurry up. Devon is late because he’s stupid and had to run back home. People are waiting outside.”

“Dare Nate to lick my balls,” Xavi said to Maddox, who just turned and walked away. “Guess we’ll fuck it up and find out later.” Xavi laughed, climbing off me.

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“If you’re hereto rob us, can you at least let me take pictures of everything before you steal it?” I said to a random person standing at the workbench with all our tools. Xavi had gone outside to deal with a customer, and we hadn’t even opened the shop doors yet, but somehow, this one got in.

The person turned around with a weird smile. Wait. Not a person. A fucking teen. And everyone knew teens weren’t really people. They were demons in disguise, on their way to deciding if they wanted to be full-grown devils in adulthood.

“What?” she asked, gawking at me with big eyes and a gap between her giant front teeth.

“What’re… who are you? Why are you here?” I set my PB&J—heavier on the PB—down and faced the threat fully. I even puffed my chest a bit because like fuck would I let a teenager get one over on me. I’d been dealing with Devon’s juvenile ass for years, so I could handle this random one. “Are you robbing us?”

“Do I look like I’m robbing you?” she asked.

I studied her. She was definitely a teenager, but she dressed like a grandma. Was that a muumuu? Her Jesus sandals were way too big for her feet, her dirt-brown hair looked like it had birds living in it, and she was filthy. Like, so dirty that her pale skin was splotched with dark greasy spots that matched the ones on her muumuu. Why the fuck was her gap tooth so cute? It had no right to be!

“Yes, actually. You’re in my shop, staring at my tools, and I don’t trust teenagers.” I gave her a menacing glare that did nothing but widen her big smile. “So, can you Photoshop? Maybe we can add name brands to the tools you steal? Split the difference?”

She ignored me. “Hello, I’m Karen.”

Great. A teenager called Karen. Could there be any more red flags?

She thrust a piece of paper at me, and it made me uneasy to take my eyes off her long enough to read it. It was a damn resume.

“Karen Clark. Mission statement: righting the reputation of Karens everywhere.”What the?I glanced at her. “Ha! Good luck.”

“Thank you,” she said, beaming. “It’s tough work, but someone has to do it.”

“So, you aren’t robbing us?”

She looked around. “You aren’t really worth robbing, to be honest.”

Just as I was about to tell her to go fuck herself, or whatever the age-appropriate equivalent was, Xavi busted through the door.

“Nate!” he yipped like a Chihuahua. “Guess what? Remember that form that smacked you in the face, and I said we had some meeting with some person at some time? Well, today’s the—Hey!” He smiled widely at Karen. “Welcome!”

“Welcome?” I scoffed. “She’s robbing us.”

Xavi frowned. “On your first day?”

Karen’s eyeballs pinged between the two of us, the same dirt brown as her bird hair. Xavi smacked me, so I smacked him back, and Karen smacked the both of us.

“I’m not robbing you. Gosh, you two need to be more trusting.”

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