I readjust my very painfully hard cock behind my zipper and open up the door. I may be a fucking man, but she’s just another woman. I can keep myself together, for fuck’s sake. I have to!
Blane stands there staring at me with a smirk on his face. If he had any idea what I am thinking about, he wouldn’t look at me like that. “Did that spider scare you too?” He laughs.
I roll my eyes and slap my hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
I throw one last look over at Taylor’s door and imagine her lying on her bed, naked and ready for me to take her …Fucking stop, Case!I berate myself.
I look over at Blane, and I hear Taylor’s door start to open. I don’t even turn around. I just walk to the front door because, all of a sudden, I need out of this house.
As I drive down the highway with Blane, I feel like I left my mind back at their house with Taylor. I can still smell her, and thanks to my stupid decision to go into her bathroom, now my clothes and car smell like her. I have literally fucked myself, yet I’m not getting to reap the benefits. Just the blue balls.
I growl, my hand tightening on the steering wheel. “Dude, what’s wrong?” Blane asks looking over at me.
“Just a little tense.”
“Are you going to be okay to do this?” he questions. “Maybe we can reschedule …”
“You don’t reschedule something like this,” I interrupt him. “You don’t want to do anything that makes you look suspicious,” I inform him. “Rox already doesn’t trust you.” Rox doesn’t know him.
He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “Why not?”
“Dealers are very territorial. And in order for you to get the information that I need, you’re gonna have to cross over into what we call gray areas.” And now I have to create an excuse for that.
“What the hell is a gray area?”
“It’s an area that I don’t control.” I get all my drugs from Rox, so the fact that I am now buying from Cricket looks odd. But in all honesty, Cricket’s product is better. “If someone sees you selling or buying in an area that I don’t run, then you get your ass beat.” I look over at him quickly. “Do you wanna get your ass beat?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.
He shakes his head quickly. “No. So what do I say?” he asks nervously.
“I’ll do the exchange. You just sit there and keep your mouth shut,” I inform him. “Open the glove box,” I order as I pull off the highway. “Hand me the baggie.”
He sighs nervously as he reaches for the bag of cocaine and then hands it over to me. “He’s going to offer you some.”
He inhales sharply. “I don’t do drugs, Case,” he says as his voice grows frantic. “I’ve never done a drug in my life.” I remember Taylor telling me the same thing. “What am I gonna do? I can’t do cocaine …”
“Stop,” I say loudly to get his attention as he rambles. I’m already annoyed by my hard cock in my jeans, so I can’t handle a grown-ass man acting like a little bitch. “I don’t allow my guys to do drugs while on the job,” I inform him. “But it’s also impolite to turn down when Rox gives you something.”
“So what am I gonna do?” He sounds just as frustrated as I feel.
“Whatever you have to, Blane. Whatever you have to.” I like this guy, and I have the hots for his sister. I’d hate to get him killed because he refuses to prove his loyalty. “Loyalty trumps any morals you have at the moment.”
CHAPTER TEN
BLANE
I’m being a little bitch, and I know that. Believe me, if there was a way to turn it off, I would. I’m trying to be like the man sitting next to me—all tough and a hardass. But now, the fucker has me terrified. I can’t snort a line of cocaine. I’ve seen what one hit can do to someone. It only takes thatone timeto depend on something for the rest of your life.
I was once that sixteen-year-old who woke up at all hours of the night and ran to my father’s room to see if he had made his way home from a party. I was that kid who when he was home, my first instinct was to check his pulse as I prayed he was still alive. I can’t do that to myself. And I sure as hell won’t do it to Taylor.
I lower my head and run my hand through my hair as Case pulls into a parking lot. I look to see the word Fusion written on the side of the white building and I swallow nervously. He pulls his Corvette right up to the back door. He shuts off the car and gets out. I watch as he places the baggie of cocaine into his back pocket. “Just relax,” he says to me as my stiff body gets out of the passenger door.
“Easy for you to say,” I snap. “This is your life.”
He doesn’t respond to that; he just walks up to the back door and knocks on it. I let out a long breath squaring my shoulders as it opens. A very beautiful woman stands before us. Her long black hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. Her dark eyes are lined with a black liner, and her lips are painted a color that could pass for chocolate. She’s stunning. She has a tight dark brown dress on that dips low in the front showing off a great set of tits that must have been paid for. A cream belt sits high on her thin waist, and I can’t help but look at the slit that runs up her long legs to her hip. Clearly, she’s not wearing anything underneath it.
“Case,” she says excitedly with a bright white smile. It looks like a million bucks. “It’s been a while.”
He nods his head. “It has.” She looks him up and down as if she is about to pounce on him. Surprisingly, he seems unaffected. “I have an appointment with Rox,” he says lacking the excitement she had for seeing him.
