“Owe me one what?”
“I don’t know, what do you want?”
The thought of my cock resting between her perfect lips as her tongue swirled around it magnificently flashed across my mind.
“I’ll figure something out. Sure, I’m down. Should we bring anything?”
“Like what?”
“Beer, liquor, weed?”
She chuckled. “Oh, maybe something to drink. I think Micah will have you covered if you’re wanting to get high.”
“You’re not?”
“I don’t smoke.”
“That’s no fun,” I teased.
“I didn’t say I don’t get high.”
“Oh? I bet you’d be fun. I’d love to make you come while you’re high.”
“Oh, jeez. Okay, I’ve got to go before you get me—”
“Wet? I have a feeling that ship has sailed. Has it, princess?”
“Just be here around seven, okay?”She hung up before I could reply. I laid back on the bed and put my hands under my head. I turned and glanced at my trusty backpack, which I’d need tonight. Who knows, I might convince her friends to explore a little in the woods behind her house.
Rule 36 - Constantine
Keep your backpack close at any given time.
“What’s the backpack for?” Eisley pointed to my backseat as she climbed into my car.
“Work stuff.”
“It’s weird to picture you as a real estate agent. Your vibe doesn’t fit.”
I rolled my eyes. “My vibe? What do I look like I should do for work?”
She looked me up and down and then squinted. “You’re giving motorcycle club.”
I pulled out of her driveway. “Motorcycle club?”
“Or tattoo artist, or a mechanic by day andMagic Mikedancer at night.”
I threw my head back. “Magic Mike? That’s a compliment, right?”
“Have you seen a mirror? You’re hot, Constantine. Like, ridiculously hot.”
I snickered and turned the music up.Eisley directed me to another extravagant house away from the rest of the town.
“Her parents gave it to her last year. They moved and sold it to her for pennies,” Eisley explained as we walked up.
“I’m seeing a pattern with your friends.”
“Stop, they’re nice.”
