His glare finds mind. “What the fuck are you looking at? Haven’t you seen someone lose their lunch?”
Plenty of times, sadly.
I flick my head at the door. “What’s the party all about?” I ignore the jerk and his belligerent attitude.
A strawberry-blonde rushes out of the building, almost falling as she sways in her four-inch heels. “Zach, are you okay?” She stands in front of him, cupping his face.
That voice. Whoa! Her raspy Southern lilt sends heat straight to my groin.
I watch in quiet fascination as she dotes on her boyfriend. This also gives me time to sweep my gaze over her, and what a sight she is.
Her long, toned, and tanned legs go on forever underneath her black mini skirt. Her gorgeous hair falls in soft waves down her back. Her tits are visible from my side view, and I stifle a moan. They are perfectly round and big, poking through a clingy top that falls off one shoulder.
Thoughts of biting that shoulder and taking my time to explore those tits are causing my dick to grow. In an instant, I’m hard as the stone foundation of this dilapidated building. When she sets her ocean-blue eyes on me, I lose my breath.
“What are you staring at?” she snaps in her raspy, ball-squeezing voice as she turns to face me.
It takes a second to get air in my lungs. I’m thankful it’s somewhat dark where I’m standing. Otherwise, she might catch a glimpse of my raging hard-on throbbing to get free.
What the fuck?
Zach wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his amber gaze full of disgust. “Dude, are you mute? Drunk? High? Or just a fucking weirdo?”
His last question fractures my lust-filled thoughts. I’m here to sell drugs, not fuck anyone.
“Maybe, he’s into threesomes,” the babe says, sneering.
Annnddddd now my brain is picturing a threesome but not with Zach. Definitely with her though.
These two are quickly reminding me that I haven’t been laid in months. The last girl I fucked was at Carter’s big blowout party at the end of June. One of only two parties I went to and let loose.
“Come on, Em,” Zach says, slurring his words a little. “Ignore him. We should call that new de…contact. What’s his name?”
“Wrangler,” she whispers, shooting me a suspicious look as she drags the back of her hand across the sheen of sweat on her brow.
My street name on her lips injects me with another dose of lust. But I shake off all sexual thoughts, put on my sales hat, and walk over to them. “Are you two looking for Molly?”
They stiffen, narrowing their eyes at me at the same time. The muted light spilling out of the building hits the girl’s face, and her blue eyes up close are even more mesmerizing. Suddenly, she seems awfully familiar like I’ve seen her before.
Zach pulls the girl close to him as if I’m about to attack. I don’t miss how she flinches either, so I take a step back. “I have Molly if you’re interested. That’s the only reason I’m here.” It guts me to think any girl would be wary of a guy like me. But I can’t exactly blame her. I’m a guy who walked out of the shadows, a stranger lurking and watching like some moron. Still, I get the feeling someone in her life hurt her. I would bet on that.
Em continues to eye me cautiously as she gives me the once-over, and I spot a brief flicker of interest before she shuts that shit down.
Her eyes have that manic, unfocused stare junkies have when they’re high, and a lump forms in my throat.
Man, I’ve seen many strung-out people in my life, and I hate the thought of selling poison to this girl, because this shit fucks with your body and your mind.
For a split second, I question what the fuck I’m doing.
Until Phoebe flashes in my mind.
I can’t afford to grow morals or start worrying about who I’m selling to. If they don’t buy from me, they’ll buy from someone else. It’s a simple case of supply and demand.
I tug my ball cap down a little, allowing the bill to shroud my identity as much as the hat can.
“We’re not interested,” Em says, as though the shit I have in my pocket is made of dirt.
Dealers have been known to cut their Molly with other chemicals, and whether Ray does or not, I’m not one to question him. I’m out on the streets to sell the drugs, nothing more.
