“Neither does ketchup,” Roscoe muttered before biting into a biscuit.
“I like ketchup on my eggs. I don’t like the crust on my sandwiches or pizza, and food can’t touch.”
“Maybe you should have taken him up on the chicken nuggies offer,” Adam said with a snort, shoveling some pancakes into his mouth as Austin slapped the back of his head.
“Don’t tease him,” Austin said before sitting next to Adam.
“All right, I want to know the truth. Did you guys do something?” Adam asked, turning to Austin.
The blond werewolf scratched his head. “Hmm. Don’t remember.”
“Austin! You know damn well we didn’t do anything.”
“If you say so, sir. I mean Cody.”
Adam shot up and slammed his chair under the table. “I see what’s going on. You’re threatened because I’m hotter than you. You wanna be the only half-turn in this house, so you’re turning everyone against me!”
“Adam, for fuck’s sake.”
“Fine. You can have him.”
As he turned to leave, Austin caught his arm, but the half-turn pulled away and stormed off to their bedroom before slamming the door. The werewolf shrugged before finishing the food on his plate.
“You had better go talk to him.”
“He doesn’t wanna talk,” Austin said, pushing the plate away.
“Then you should probably do what he wanted you to do earlier—ooh.” I suddenly remembered why Austin turned him down. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small pair of keys. “Uh, let’s get that cage off.”
“Hey!” Roscoe dropped his fork on the plate. “You have the keys?”
“Forget it. You’re on notice.”
“C’mon Cody. Yer gonna get all cranky like Adam if I don’t do my duty.”
“I’m a sex camel. I can go without for weeks if I wanted.”
“Oh?” Roscoe picked up his fork again before stuffing bacon into his mouth, intentionally talking with it full to irritate me more. “We’ll see about that.”
As I stood to lead Austin to the bathroom, he pulled my plate over and slid my food onto his.
“Hey! I wasn’t done eating yet.”
“There’s cereal in the pantry.” He picked up an entire pancake and shoved it into his mouth. “Ya might like that better anyways.”
As irritated as I was with him, I was worried he might actually be right, and admitting when I was wrong to Roscoe was like ripping duct tape off my chest.
A crash rattled the walls behind a closed bedroom door as we made our way to the bathroom.
“I suppose I better fuck the little twerp before he destroys the house,” Austin said, a little more concerned than earlier.
Even though it was awkward, I pulled aside Austin’s extra fluff to find the cage firmly attached. I wasn’t even sure how it stayed on or how any of these things worked.
“I didn’t know Mosavi had a kinky side.” I moved the cage around, trying to find where to put the key. “You know, I was thinking… why don’t you try something different with Adam? You know, spice it up?”
“Like what?”
“How do you normally do it?” I asked, examining the cage closer. There were different holes, but nothing that would fit the keys the mayor had given me.
