Speaking of that guy, Colt hasn’t gotten out. I open his door. “You coming?” “Nope,” he says, crossing his arms. “So you’re going to sit here and let us take all the risk for you, while you’re the only one who really benefits?” Gloria asks. “Yup.” “Colt,” I say, putting a hand on his knee. “What’s going on? You’re really not coming?” “Not even if you offered to sit on my face while Gloria rides my super fine dick.”
