Page 59 of Cry Baby
“It usually is.”
Ryan laughed so hard he nearly fell over, but Jailbait caught him by the elbow before he could eat dirt.
“I got you,” he said, and his husky tone was damn near dick-pounding.
Ryan pointed into the opening nervously after staring at Jailbait’s lips. “Is…is this where you live?”
“No.”
“Then what’s down there? You just wanna fuck in the dark?”
Jailbait smiled, but it looked wrong. “You ask a lot of questions when you’re drunk.”
Ryan considered that for a second. “I do…”
Another laugh, and this time I was folding my arms.
If this was some weird prank, it was a pretty elaborate one. Maybe he just hated cops, and he wanted to lock Caliger in the weird cellar.
Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, and his discomfort was obvious. “I kinda just wanna sit.”
“Then sit.”
Jailbait gestured toward the open doors, and Ryan swallowed so hard I could practically hear the echo of it.
“Down there?”
“Mhm.”
Ryan looked at the opening again before shaking his head. “Nah… too many stairs.”
Jailbait chuckled under his breath.
“C’ mon. It’s nice and cool down there.” He gave Ryan’s shoulder a gentle nudge, but Ryan planted his feet.
“I’m gonna fall.”
“I don’t recommend defying me.”
“You’re so hot, but I know this is stupid.”
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. “Jesus, Ryan so smooth…”
Jailbait sighed dramatically, and the poised mask fell, revealing something altogether different. “You are the most annoying ‘hunt’ I’ve ever met.”
Ryan beamed at that like a weirdo. “You hunted after me? Aw, I’m a catch.”
Jailbait reached for him again, trying to guide him another step closer to the opening, but Ryan resisted. He seemed to resist because he was scared, and not just because he was drunk enough to argue with gravity itself. “I don’t wanna.”
“One minute.”
“Two?”
Jailbait smiled.
“Maybe…One, two, three…”
I shook my head, listening to the counting continue.
