“What the fuck are you doin’ here? I thought we had rules.”
I raise a finger. “None of them stated I couldn’t come here. Don’t panic, I’m not here to cause trouble. Can we call it a truce for a night? I need to relax, and I’m looking for something to do that.”
“Plenty of cock around here, go for it,” Riggs mutters.
My mouth drops open. “I didn’t mean that!”
Ramona bursts out laughing.
“What do you mean, please fuckin’ inform him because I’m sure he needs the entertainment,” Hank deadpans.
“Why are you so mean, Hank?” I say to him. “You don’t even know me.”
“What do you want, Sparkler?” Riggs urges, waving a hand.
I lean in close again. “Do you have any Gorilla glue?”
He blinks. “What?”
I go on. “Green crack?”
“Are you on drugs?”
“Whacky Tobaccy?”
Riggs just stares at me, his mouth twitching. “You want fuckin’ weed?”
“Well, yeah, why are you all so ... boring about it?” I exhale, straightening.
“You want to get high, Sparkler?” he murmurs, and the tone of his voice makes me shiver a little.
I need to really get onto getting laid, ASAP.
“I most certainly do.”
“You swear not to cause any fuckin’ trouble, I’ll let you in. One night only.”
I look to Ramona and she nods.
“Okay, I swear.”
He steps aside. “I’m goin’ to regret this, aren’t I?”
I snort. “Never.”
He will, though.
God knows he will.
And so will I.
6
“I HOPE YOU DON’T FUCKIN’ suck cock like that. You’re making my fuckin’ eye twitch,” Riggs growls, glaring at me as I puff on the joint he rolled for me.
We’re sitting in a room out the back, a whole heap of us. Hank, Beckett, Ramona, Adan, Hugh, and Remy. There are a handful of girls in here, too. Hot ones, of course, but right now I don’t care because I’m too busy enjoying the smoke they’re passing around.
“Leave me alone,” I say, glaring at Riggs. “I’m enjoying myself.”
“You’re wastin’ it. Come here, for fuck’s sake.”
He moves in front of me, snatches the joint out of my hand, and then orders me to put my lips against it and inhale. “Keep goin’,” he urges when I do, his eyes locked on mine. “Keep fuckin’ goin’.”
Oh, god.
I inhale until he pulls it from my lips.
“Hold it,” he murmurs, staring at my mouth and making me ache in a way I honestly can’t control.
Did I mention I get super horny when I’m stoned?
No?
Well, I do.
“Now exhale,” he growls.
I exhale slowly, gaze locked onto his, and everything inside of me feels like it’s going to explode. If he doesn’t step back, I’m going to pounce on him—I don’t care who’s here to witness it.
He moves, and I exhale, more with relief than anything. I look to Ramona and her brows go up as she leans in close, whispering, “You need to fuck him. That was intense.”
“I can’t fuck him,” I whisper back. “We’re enemies.”
“What’s one night? Seriously, babe, he is fucking gorgeous. He would rock your world. I’d be jumping on that if I could.”
“Why don’t you then?” I challenge.
She looks around. “I’ve got plenty to choose from.”
I grin.
We keep smoking until I’m more than a little stoned. I get to my feet and stumble out of the room, needing some fresh air. I find a spot out the back of the house where it’s quiet, and I lean against a large tree, wondering why the hell I don’t have a tree like this. This is a great tree.
After a few deep breaths of fresh air, I feel good. God, do I feel good. And the ache between my legs intensifies to an angry roar. I’m sure there’s a man in there that’ll relieve this for me. God, there has to be. Right?
“Thought you could handle the smoke.”
I open my eyes and see Riggs standing in front of me, arms crossed, looking so fucking good I can’t hold back. He needs to leave, like yesterday.
“Weed makes me horny.”
His brows go up.
“Like, so horny I can’t control myself. You standing there, looking as good as you do, is bothering my vagina. A lot. I need you to go inside, where I can’t see you, so I can find a man to relieve this issue for me.”
He stares at me, and then in a low voice, he growls, “I can fix that for you.”
I blink. “We hate each other.”
“Hate sex is fuckin’ wild.”
I shake my head. “I can’t have sex with you, it would just go against everything I’m trying to do here. Nope. Can’t do it. Although I want to, I really, really want to ...”
He steps forward.
I press my back against the tree.
“It would take minutes,” he growls, “I’d stick my cock in you, fuck you against this tree until you’re screaming, and then I’d walk away as if nothing happened and we can go on tomorrow as if we never had tonight.”
God.
So tempting. Especially when he walks like that.
And when he steps up close.
I can smell him.
I want to taste him.
Feel him.
“I can’t,” I whisper when he leans in close, one hand on the tree behind me. “I would hate myself in the morning.”
“Very well,” he murmurs.
He starts lowering to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I squeak.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t take the pressure away.”
What.
No.
Oh, god.
Yes.
He lifts my skirt up, and my knees shake as he uses his finger to hook my panties and pull them to the side, and then his mouth is on me. I whimper, and I wish I had it in me to stop him, but I really don’t. The moment his tongue swipes through my folds and rubs against my clit, I’m gone. I can’t control the moans of pleasure, or the way my fingers tangle into his hair.
He’s skilled.
His tongue is incredible.
He licks me like he’s licked a thousand pussies. Hell, he probably has. The man has talent and, as he devours me, it takes everything
