Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you, Dallas whispers.
What? Another laugh from her and I’m ready to fly off the damn bed. You’re lying.Kip, they make T-shirts that say Bearded for her pleasure. You should get one—I’d get you one myself, but I’m broke, ha.
Have you been living under a rock? Beards are so trendy right now. Even I know that, and I’m the untrendiest person I know. That doesn’t mean I like beards, but everyone else does—girls, I mean.That would explain so many things: girls still approaching me at parties, wanting to touch my beard. Touching my mustache at the bar. Making lewd comments. Telling me I should enter contests.I always thought they were joking. Shit, maybe I have been living under a rock—otherwise known as the Midwest.
Teddy drones on, fingers at the base of my neck, kneading at a knot. …and I saw a girl wearing one that said My other ride is a beard. Get it?She says it so casually, yet the sudden image of her sitting on my face while I suck on her—
Her throat gives a little mew, fingers still massaging my sensitive skin. You’ve heard of a beardgasm before, haven’t you?
I didn’t mean you had to stop doing that, I meant stop saying shit like that, about beards and orgasms and crap.Do you honestly think I am that stupid? I give you this, and you’ll have us all tied up before we know what hit us.
What are you going to do with it? You can’t take it.Jordan made a face. There is no way I’m getting in the car with that thing.
I touched the lamp’s ornate lid and the demon actually growled.Oh, be quiet, I said to the lamp. I met Orias’s worried gaze. You can have your pet demon back after you promise to let us go and tell no one we were here.