“It’s locked.”
Mickey pulled at the handle and found his door was locked too. He could see the car keys peeking out from the center console. “Oh, that fucking moron.”
“Who?”
“Duncan! He locked the fuckin’ keys inside!” Mickey raged, kicking the tire in his frustration. He couldn’t believe Duncan had done this. “That fuckin’ idiot! I gave him one fucking simple task, one fuckin’ thing to do—”
The smashing of glass grabbed Mickey’s attention, and he snapped his head over to see Roger reaching in through the newly broken passenger side window to retrieve the keys.
“What the fuck?” Mickey stared.
Roger calmly unlocked his door, brushed the glass off the seat, and sat down. He reached over to open Mickey’s door and offer the keys. “What? Come on.”
“Did you… you just…?” Mickey still couldn’t quite believe what Roger had done. “You just broke my fucking window?”
“Technically, the rock I found over there broke the window. Now, let’s go.” Roger huffed impatiently, jingling the keys at him. “Me, you, getting fucked until I can’t walk straight.”
“Holy shit. You’re fuckin’ insane.” Mickey scoffed. “You’re really fucking crazy, aren’t you?”
“Probably. And horny. Definitely fuckin’ horny.”
Mickey snatched the keys and got behind the wheel, slamming his door shut. His shock gave way to rage, and he growled, “I should beat your fuckin’ ass for this.”
“Please do,” Roger gushed, reaching over to squeeze Mickey’s thigh.
“You just fuckin’ wait until we get in that damn room,” Mickey warned. “I’m gonna fuck your little world right up.”
“Remember, my safe word is ‘werefish.’”
Chapter 5
Mickey didn’t need a hotel.
He needed an insane asylum.
First, he would commit Roger, and then he would commit himself because here he was still driving over to the Master Inn Economy Motel.
He wasn’t entirely sure if his head was screwed on right when he locked the door of their room for the night, finally alone with Roger.
The ride over here had been tense, and the air inside the small room was absolutely electric. He questioned his sanity for going through with this, but his growing desire trumped any hesitations.
Roger immediately made himself comfortable by stretching out on the bed, and he grinned. “Now, get naked. I wanna see you.”
“Bossy, aren’t you?” Mickey remained standing by the door and kept his clothes on for now.
“Oh, very.”
“I’m going to need for you to simmer down for a second.”
“Why?”
“Because this is a very bad idea.”
Roger frowned. “What are you talking about?” He narrowed his eyes. “We’re still fucking, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“Then who cares!” Roger pulled off his shirt. “I’m still hot as fuck after watching you clean out that restaurant. Also, silencers, not quite as silent as I thought they would be.”
