Page 40 of Devil’s Disciples

“Yeah,” she said. “A hot dog. Why?”

I held my laugh and gave her a serious look. “I don’t know how much experience you’ve got, but a hot dog dick isn’t normal.”

“It’s not?”

I cleared my throat. “Normal means standard or ordinary. Hot dog dicks are supposed to be between the legs of twelve-year-old boys, not men.”

“What’s normal, then?”

“How many guys have you had sex with?”

Her gaze dropped to the floor.

I rapped my knuckles against the top of the table. “Roughly. I don’t need an exact number.”

She continued to stare at the floor. After an awkward moment of waiting, I leaned onto the edge of the table. “Don’t tell me Hank’s it.”

She looked up. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? As in, yeah, Hank’s it?”

“Uh huh.”

“Holy crap,” I gasped.

“What?”

“You two started boning in high school.” I looked at her with eyes of disbelief. “He was your first, wasn’t he?”

She wiped what may have been a tear. “First and last.”

“Dear God, girl. You need to get some dick. Not a wiener, either.”

“I do. It’s not that easy, though.” She stared blankly at the rim of her glass for a moment and then looked up. “That guy that comes to your work. With the tattoos. His is bigger than a hot dog?”

I lifted my arm and looked at my wrist. After twisting it back and forth a few times, I slapped my forearm against the table. It hit the wooden surface with a thud! “It’s about the size of my wrist.”

She looked at my arm and then at me. Her eyes opened wide. “How does that work?”

I grinned. “Very well, actually.”

She tilted her head toward my arm. “It’s seriously that big?”

“Uh huh.”

Slowly, her eyes widened. “He really fits something that big in you?”

“Every inch of it.” I closed my eyes. “Until his balls are against my butt crack.” I opened them. “It makes me come so hard my ears ring.”

She let out a heavy sigh. “God. What I wouldn’t give to have an orgasm like that.”

I looked away and shook my head.

“What?”

“You’re pretty and you’ve got huge boobs. If you quit wearing plaid every day, you could get almost anyone to fuck you. Get someone to watch the demons and go out for a night. Dress inappropriately, put on some makeup and do your hair, and I guarantee you someone would hit on you.”

“They’re not demons, they’re my babies.”