I gritted my teeth when I heard him working the knot on the baggie. I knew how this song went, that sound meant the night was about to get long and ugly.
Chapter Six
Let There Be Blood
Anthony
“Me, too,” Kindra announced, leaning past the seat.
I heard her cleaning his spoon, and it kind of lit something in me. I suddenly became my Aunt Daisy, looking out the windows and feeling that sense of dread. This was not good. We were with a car full of women who likely had no criminal history. We were their risk; they didn’t know what to do if we got pulled over. Being in the presence of men like us was as deep into the trenches as these girls would ever be.
And he wanted to have a coke party in a fucking minivan.
“Here.”
“Nawl,” I sniffed and pulled Kindra to me, just to encourage him to fuck off.
She squealed as I tugged her hair and drew her neck to my mouth.
“Fuck that, we’re partying. Here.”
“Listen, if High Society isn't partaking, then pass his ass up already. I’m due,” Debi barked.
I pushed Kindra away, and mumbled, “Deal with her.”
She took Mak’s little dipper spoon once he filled it and held one hand underneath as she ferried the load to Debi, who turned and sniffed without taking a hand off the wheel.
“That’s hot.” I sarcastically sang, under my breath.
She turned onto a country road, and Tonya started to giggle again. Kindra shifted, carrying my attention to the floorboard where she’d somehow managed to kneel.
“This vehicle isn’t made for this,” I objected, teasing her hair back behind her ear.
The girl was not deterred, her long fingers wrapped around my legs, and she grazed her nails along my thighs as she scooted and slid about until she was snuggly where she needed to be.
I felt a little bad for her. Blow jobs weren’t really my thing. They were nice and all, but I wasn’t quick to the point in that arena, and most ended up annoyed or giving up midway through. If I spoke up and admitted the truth, she’d probably think it was some invitation to fuck, and that idea wasn’t all that endearing at the moment, either.
Rather than make a thing of it, I let her have at it.
Thirty minutes later she was shifting about and huffing through her nostrils, clearly tired of a lost cause. Debi had the music cranked up again and was giving me the stink eye in the mirror. I never let my smile falter, even if I was bored senseless.
Thank God, Tonya’s giggling fit had turned into low moans that were only slightly less annoying.
The truth was, it could have been an Olympic-style orgy, and I still wouldn’t have been satisfied.
It wasn’t their fault.
And the more I thought about it, while my dick went limp in Kindra’s mouth, I wasn’t even sure why I was here dancing on glass not to ruin everyone’s mood.
I tried to close my eyes and pretend it was her, the crystal-eyed beauty on the stage, but even that couldn’t get me past a semi state. I swallowed a groan and opened my eyes.
We were on the edge of Nokomis again.
I could walk back to my bike from here.
“Ey, stop the car.” I cleared my throat and sat up, tapping out on the top of Kindra’s head.
“It’s not a car.” Debi smirked, pulling out onto the highway, pointing the vehicle toward Witt.
