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“Where are you going?” I asked in horror, gulping and lifting my hand in a tiny wave while everyone kept chanting Holt’s name down below.

“Gonna act like I just walked in.” Holt reached the door and grunted as he lifted an arm to open it. With trembling fingers, I stuffed my hard cock—it hadn’t softened in the slightest, which was a little concerning—back into my jeans and fumbled with my zipper.

I twisted around on the couch in time to see Holt saunter back in, casually adjusting his tie, his hair a complete mess from my grasping hands. He made a big show of looking surprised at the audience all chanting his name and staring up at us, his expression melting expertly into a humble smile as he waved.

“There he is, the illustrious manager of the Goliaths!” The commentator’s voice came back over the mic. More quietly, he added, “’Kay. Thanks, man, you can go.”

There was a brief scuffle over the mic before Larkin’s voice blared out again.

“I just wanna say fuck The Man, legalise all forms of sex work, big-box corporations are destroying the planet!”

“Okay, man, that’s enough—”

“They should sell weed in all pharmacies!” Larkin was clearly fighting for the mic as more scuffling sounds echoed through the arena. “Free eye tests for all cyclops! Don’t listen to the fat cats when they tell you not to make deals with the fae! Fight the power!”

“What power, dude?” the commentator snapped irritably. “Come on, get the fuck out. Sorry about that, folks,” he added with a smooth chuckle. “First match of the night begins in five minutes. Time to start taking your seats!”

Holt flopped down onto the sofa beside me and yanked out his phone. I glanced over, tugging uncomfortably on my pant leg, to see him typing out, I’m going to kill you to Larkin.

A few seconds later, Larkin replied with a row of middle fingers, then a longer row of the goofy face emoji with its tongue sticking out.

Then a voice note came through. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything, boss. Gonna go get drunk with the wrestlers now, byeeeee!”

“Why haven’t I fired him?” Holt huffed irritably and cupped his junk through his slacks, letting his head fall back onto the couch. “Now I’ve got blue balls. We’ve both got blue balls.”

I snorted, shuffling closer to slide my hand onto his thigh. “Or maybe a nice burnished copper, in your case?”

He lifted his head to grin at me. “They actually do get a slight blue tinge when I really, really need to come.”

My eyes dropped down to his lap. “I kind of wanna see that.”

“Mm-hmm, yeah,” Holt said noncommittally as he slid his hand onto my thigh and over the outline of my half-hard cock. “Or maybe we could just both come right now, then come again many, many more times later. Once I’ve got you in my bed. And maybe in the shower. And on the dining table.”

My dick twitched under his palm, stiffening back up, but I glanced nervously down at the arena.

“Maybe… we could wait until we’re alone?” I gave him a sheepish smile. I wanted Holt inside me tonight, and I didn’t really want to share that with an arena full of people.

His face softened as he smiled back, as if he knew what I was thinking—I mean, he probably did to an extent, because he could sense my emotions. Sliding his hand down my thigh, he gave it a gentle squeeze as he leaned over to kiss me.

“Sure. We’ll wait.” Sitting back, he gestured at the arena. “Besides, I know you want to watch the wrestling.”

“I really do,” I admitted, snuggling deeper into his side to get comfortable. “Will you tell me who’s fighting now?”

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me even closer. “Fiiine. First match is The Night Light and Rolling Rimmer. Then Val Kyl-More and The Silent Scream, then B. Were and Dullahan Dan, and Corey against Biff and Gabe is the headliner.”

“Ooh,” I said excitedly, “that sounds really good.”

Holt huffed in amusement and kissed my temple. “Should be fun.”

“No Frank and Beans tonight?”

I felt his lips curl into a sly smile. “They’re on tomorrow. Had to think of a reason to make you come back.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Roller Derby Goblins and Incubus Adult Film Stars

Holt and I were sipping our beers, relaxing on the couch, when the lights in the arena dimmed.

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