We entered the living room and sat on the sofa.
“This is turning into a dictatorship, just so you know,” Adam grumbled.
“As long as I’m the dictator, I see nothing wrong with this. We’re half-turns, Adam. We need to have some kind of control over them. When I found out how vulnerable we are, it scared the shit out of me, and I’m not going to let us end up in a hopeless situation.”
Adam propped his feet on my lap and laid his head against the arm of the couch. “I guess I trust you more than anyone else.”
“Well, Darryl told me to look after you, so I’ll do that.”
He kicked my leg. “I don’t need to be looked after. I’m not a child.”
“You literally just turned nineteen.”
“And you’re only three years older than me, so stop pretending you’re a fucking sage.”
“I’ve been told I’m an old soul.”
“Yeah, and boring.” Adam grabbed the remote and flipped on the television. “Did you know Austin wants Roscoe to fuck me in front of a camera? Like I’d ever be desperate enough to let that gross old werewolf put his dick in me.” He looked over but didn’t seem at all fazed by what he said. “No offense or anything.”
“Yeah sure,” I muttered. “Roscoe may not be the cleanest or the most well-spoken, but at least he’s sincere and treats me like a friend.”
“Sounds like you’re in love.”
“Sounds like you’re jealous.”
Adam didn’t have a comeback aside from a sharp click of his tongue. He changed the channel.
“You want Roscoe, don’t you?”
“Hell no!”
“Admit it. It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone.” My grin widened. “That’s why you’re such a prick to him. You want him.”
Adam kicked me again. “Shut the hell up!”
“He makes me come at least six times before blowing his load. He may be old, but he knows exactly what he’s doing.”
“Cody…” He paused and narrowed his eyes. “Seriously? Six times?”
“He’s shockingly good.”
“You’re messing with me right now, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. It’s not like you’re gonna find out.”
Adam glared at the television but didn’t say anything else.
The front door opened and Roscoe walked in with several bags of groceries draped over each arm. Austin followed him, carrying the rest.
“Honey, I’m home, and I brought us some vittles,” Roscoe said.
“Do you have to always talk like a dumbass hillbilly?” Adam stood and stomped into the bedroom.
“What the heck did I do?” Roscoe asked, setting some of the bags on the table.
“You turned him on,” I said, grabbing some of the groceries before making my way into the kitchen. “What did you get?”
“Oh boy, yer in for a real treat tonight.”
