“I heard Germans fuck real good, and Adam was tellin’ us earlier how good you are in the sack,” Roscoe interjected.
Austin’s hackles lowered as he regained some of his composure. “That better not be sarcasm old man.”
“Course not. Sex and food are the two things I don’t bullshit about. Remember?”
After a minute of what seemed like deliberation, Austin’s angry expression gave way to a cocky grin. “Damn right I’m good.”
“Yeah, you are just… so good,” Adam cut in, his tone unconvincing. If Austin wasn’t so dense, he would have picked up on it. “I was thinking, maybe we could try something different tonight.” He gave an occasional glance to Roscoe, who discreetly nodded in approval.
“What’s wrong with what I usually do?”
“Nothing! Buuuut I think we could switch it up. Maybe… go a little slower?”
Austin glared for a moment, but he eventually relented. “What else do you want me to do?”
Holy hell. It actually worked. I didn’t know whether to be super annoyed or impressed.
“Well, you could try using your tongue more.”
“What do you want me to do with my tongue?”
“When we get home, I’ll show you. Deal?”
“Hmm,” he said, slipping his arm around Adam’s waist in what at first seemed like a sweet gesture. “Deal.”
“Ow!” Adam shouted.
“That’s right. Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook for that name, you little shit.”
Chapter 13
Reservoir Wolves
Isat on the couch watching a video on my phone while Adam kept flipping through the channels on the TV, never sticking to one show for very long. I would have said something, but from the wily glances he occasionally threw at me, that was precisely the reaction he was aiming for. While I didn’t take the bait, I was also growing more irritated by the second, especially when he started increasing the volume.
Roscoe walked into the living room and paced silently for a moment, shakily holding a huge mug in one hand.
“Are you okay?” I asked. When he turned, the size of his dilated pupils freaked me out. He looked like a giant kitten trying to get adopted.
“Yeah,” he replied, taking a few more sips from the mug. “Need to borrow yer phone.”
My stare narrowed. “Why?”
“How much space you got on it?”
“I don’t know. Sixty-or-so gigs. Again, why?”
Roscoe’s ears shot up as he disappeared into the hall. Adam and I looked at one another while listening to something scrape against the wall in the bedroom. The werewolf reemerged wearing a pair of fake rounded spectacles and a square academic cap a size too small.
“Well? What do ya think?”
“I don’t know what to think. You haven’t explained anything!” I sat my phone on the arm of the couch and stood up. “Give me the coffee, Roscoe.”
He poured the rest of the mug into his mouth. “This shit’s kinda good. Could use a little Baileys to balance it out.” His excitement turned to a wide-eyed panic. “I’m ’bout to go insane!”
“How much have you had to drink?”
“We ran out of beans. I—I don’t think werewolves are supposed to drink so much of this stuff.”
