Suddenly, he brightened.“Really?You mean it?”
Sully chuckled.“Dean, I just used your body as a sex toy.I owe you at least something in return.”
“Gosh, thanks,” he said ridiculously, even as Sully whisked open the door.Despite the spring heat outside, the gush of fresh air that breezed inside was more refreshing than he could have predicted.“Well, what now?”he asked, despite Sully’s obvious intentions to get him the fuck out of Dodge.
Sully smirked, leaning on the open door.“Now?Now you get the fuck across the street in those sticky ass sex clothes before someone spots you and asks you whose jizz you’re wearing on your sexy little titties!”
They were chuckling, but Dean approached the door cautiously just the same.“Seriously?”
“Seriously.Now.Scoot.”
“But...”Dean let out a little tongue cluck, surprised by the abrupt tonal shift.“Things were going so well.”
“They still are, dummy.But if we don’t get some sleep tonight, we’ll both be useless at Gravel Gulch tomorrow, right?”
“I mean,” Dean teased, giving one last shot before being tossed, quite literally, into the street.“We could sleep in each other’s arms, right?”
“Not with your tight ass little bod next to me all night we couldn’t,” Sully growled, pretending to be a hard ass even as Dean reluctantly took one hesitant step out the back door.“Now get.And let me watch that perfect little ass wriggle all the way back across the street!”
Dean sighed and slid the other foot out the door.“You sure about this?”
“Scoot,” Sully insisted, face barely visible through the crack in the back door.
“But?Tomorrow?What time?Where?When?”
“9:00 AM sharp,” Sully called out from the door as Dean looked both ways before preparing to cross the deserted street.“Downstairs in the ghost tour office.Be there or, well...I’ll come get you, I guess?”
Chapter Twelve
Sully
“So how much do youknow about Gravel Gulch, huh, City Slicker?”
Sully felt the morning sun on his elbow as he hung it out the driver’s side door, rumbling down Old Route 9 toward Pistol Creek’s closest ghost town.Make thatonlyghost town.
“I mean, whatever’s in the brochures and online,” Dean insisted, quietly tugging at the garish blue “Pistol Creek, Kentucky” souvenir shirt Sully had picked up at his very ownCorner Country Storethat morning.Sully secretly smiled at the ill-fitting souvenir, hoping it wouldn’t be on the sexy little stud much longer anyway.
