Dutch rubbed a hand over his chest.“Let’s get some sleep tonight.We’ll hang around here until we have to go to their club.”
“Sounds good, Boss,” Demo said.
Dutch locked the door behind his men and lay back down on the bed.He stared at the TV, not seeing it, as pictures of Naya rushed through his head.The first day he met her, the times after, and then the night she was drugged.Every time he saw her, she looked more beautiful, and his gut ached with the need to fuck her blind.Now that he’d had her in every way possible, she was his, and it was too bad if it embarrassed her or she didn’t want to be with him because of it.He knew she really hadn’t had a choice when he’d taken her cherry because she was drugged, but she had chosen him to help her through it, and in his book, she belonged to him.
Chapter Twelve
Naya took another sipfrom her glass and loved the way it slid down her throat and settled in her stomach.The alcohol spread through her, making her feel mellow and happy.
“Here, Naya.Here’s the joint,” Tara said.
Naya balanced the glass in one hand and took several draws from the joint before handing it off.“Are we going to watch a movie tonight?”
Amelia shook her head.“No, we’re going swimming.”
Naya’s eyes widened as her mind went blank.It took her a moment to figure out what bothered her.“Wait.I don’t have a swimsuit.”
The other girls burst out laughing.
“None of us do,” Lina said and giggled.
“So, what do you swim in?”Naya asked.
“Our underwear,” Harley said.“They cover as much as a bathing suit would.”
“But the guys will see us.”Naya thought about that and chuckled.“I’m not wearing a matching bra and panties.”
“I’m not either,” Chelsea said.
The rest of them nodded and exclaimed they didn’t either.It made Naya feel better.
The women sat around drinking for another hour before standing.Several, including Naya, had trouble at first, but everyone helped each other, and together they made it to the backyard.Naya stayed behind as many girls as possible as she undressed.A few of them kept falling, which made the whole group laugh.
Amelia grabbed onto her arm as she walked toward the steps to get into the pool.“Wait.Do you know how to swim?”
“Kind of.I learned at the YWCA when I was five,” Naya said.
