Half the Battle (Saint View Psychos, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

“You don’t touch Little Dog while I’m in the shower. Got it?” “Is that seriously what you called me back here for?” “Yes! Do not hurt her again.” “When did I hurt her?” “You put her outside to play in the traffic.” “Dogs need exercise.”

“You are such a pervert!” He raised one eyebrow. “I am? Or you are? You were the one writhing around in the dirt, begging him to pound you with his trouser snake.” I shoved two hands against his chest. “I did not beg him to pound me with his trouser snake!” Scythe laughed, that deep, delicious sound hitting me right between the legs. I narrowed my eyes. “How exactly do I get Vincent back?” He shrugged. “He’s left the building.” “I wish you’d leave the building.” He sniggered. “Why you gotta be like that, Bliss? I just want to be besties.”

There was a pause, and then, “He said to tell you that while you were sleeping, he found forty-seven issues with our security, breached the fence multiple times, and that your cabin is so lacking he knows you sleep naked.” There was another pause, and then Fang’s voice came through again, clearly holding back laughter. “He’s saying you have a nice dick.”

“Beer, bowling, and blow jobs are three of my favorite things.” He slammed his hand down on the tabletop. “See! That’s what I was saying. She didn’t see the appeal.” I snorted. “Well, she wouldn’t, would she? She hasn’t got a dick. Speaking of, do you want to maybe try closing my door the next time you sneak into my cabin to check out my cock? There was a cold breeze that killed my morning erection dead.” “Looked fine to me.” I raised an eyebrow. “You flirting with me, Vincent?”

“I’m not gay,” War and I both said in unison. The young guy stopped when he reached his car, a badly concealed snort echoing in the silent night. “Keep telling yourself that while you feel each other up, boys. Enjoy the closet.”